Sleepless for half a night.

Qinghu repeatedly replayed the details of the Wu family's small courtyard in his mind.

After the first failed wax making, she didn't try again, but checked Wu's house inside and out.

Since Wu Genming's daughter-in-law made it at home, the clue must be in the Wu family's small courtyard.

Qinghu examined it with his eyes over and over again.

The house is so big, and there are not many things, what secrets can be hidden?

Or is that the secret already gone with the Wu family in the fire?

Qinghu lifted the thin quilt very lightly, wrapped his clothes and sat by the window.

Wu Xiaobai's condition is sometimes good and sometimes bad, which inevitably distracts Qinghu, such a quiet night is the most suitable for sorting out thoughts.

She opened the corner of the curtain, the bright moon was very bright, and the moonlight sprinkled down, as if to cover everything with a faint layer of light and mist, and there was an indescribable tranquility and tranquility.

Qinghu looked at the moon in his eyes, and his mind kept flashing back to the fragments of the Wu family's courtyard.

Tall and straight trees, low walls, black smoke on gray walls, charcoal-burned objects, black ash burned in the yard, narrow shelves of the big stove in the small kitchen...

Suddenly, the full moon in Qinghu's eyes overlapped with a clay pot in the kitchen.

Qinghu frowned, and magnified the details of the clay pot in his mind.

There is a circle of water marks on the inside of the basin, and there is fine crushed ash at the bottom of the basin. A small patch of ash clings to the bottom of the basin, and Qinghu also wiped it with his fingers, wiping out a gray line.

Qinghu remembered that everything in the small kitchen was very clean, and she secretly sighed that it was a good and diligent woman.

Therefore, the water in the basin was marked because there was some water in the basin, and after eight days, the water in the basin dried up, and only the ash at the bottom of the basin remained.

Qinghu couldn't help but think of the traces of the fire in the courtyard, and the small and unstable shelves in the kitchen.

So that's what happened!

Qinghu stood up abruptly, hurriedly dressed and knocked on Duanfeng's door.

The moment Duanfeng opened the door, he hugged Qinghu into his arms. He was surprised and excited to pick up the little girl and turn around twice before putting it down, holding Qinghu's shoulders and saying: "Mrs. and I really have a heart, my husband was trying to visit the boudoir at night, but I didn't expect to be preempted by Mrs. ”

He hugged the little girl tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and his heart beat suddenly and couldn't calm down.

Being needed by a little girl, it doesn't feel too good to take the initiative to chase after her!

Qinghu was already very accustomed to this slimy and crooked god, she didn't speak, and looked at Duanfeng fixedly.

Half an hour...

"Let's go to Wu's house."

"Now?"

"Now."

"Okay."

Duanfeng wrapped the cloak for the little girl, pulled her downstairs and led the horse, and rushed to Wu's house.

Time has long passed, and it is already the appointed day.

Qinghu found the clay pot in the small kitchen, poured some water into the basin, and stirred it directly with his fingers.

She picked up her finger and sniffed it, then put it to her lips and licked it again, with a faint bitterness.

"Sure enough." Qinghu's eyes lit up with little stars, she jumped up with joy, and said to the wind: "It's alkaline water." ”

"Boiling water from burning plants and trees, and then filtering out the residue, is alkaline water. Usually lye water is used when kneading dough, but you see..."

Qinghu pushed a little, and the only shelf in the small kitchen shook slightly, "There is no flour in this kitchen, there is no place to knead dough, and there is no place else that is clean enough to knead dough." It can be seen that this alkaline water is not used to make dough. ”

Her eyes were shining, her breathing was a little rapid, and she ran straight to the stove to make a fire, and never spoke again.