Qinghu adds alkaline water to an iron pot, stirs it with ash water, and boils two incense sticks on low heat before scooping out the ash water and putting it in a bowl to cool.

It will take an hour to confirm the effect.

This is the coldest time of the night.

Duanfeng lit a fire in the courtyard, the gourd bed floated slightly off the ground, and Qinghu sat inside, absent-mindedly as if he was thinking about something.

Duanfeng pulled up the brocade quilt and wrapped the little girl, hugged her gently, and did not speak.

"Lord Guard." Qinghu suddenly spoke out and muttered, as if he was calling him unconsciously.

"Hmm."

"I don't understand." The small voice of the mosquito in the clear lake is thin.

"Madame is worried," Duanfeng took Qinghu into his arms with both hands, and said softly: "Madame doesn't want to hand over things that can cause cannibalism." ”

"Hmm." Qinghu was secluded, his eyes were empty and unfocused, "Zhu Jiulong may be for money, why is that?" ”

"Whatever the reason, Madame will stop it." Duanfeng's forehead was low against Qinghu's forehead, rubbing the little girl's nose.

Qinghu felt the temperature on Duanfeng's face and the hot and humid snort, his cheeks climbed red, he didn't dare to look at him, and dragged the quilt to lie down sideways.

Seeing that she was willing to lie down and rest, Duanfeng exhaled softly, stopped teasing her, folded the quilt and got off the gourd bed.

He just wanted to go back and strangle that Wu Xiaobai.

dared to let his little girl stay awake late at night and come out to work for her.

He was even a little scared.

Because he knew that even if he was not there, the little girl would probably do the same. In that case, who will protect her and take care of her?

Although his little girl is smart and quick-witted, she is always a weak human in body. She can devote herself to it, but Duanfeng is always ready to salvage her from danger.

An hour later, Duanfeng saw that the ash in the small kitchen had solidified. He didn't hesitate, lit the white wax and took it to the gourd bed to wake up Qinghu.

On the gourd bed in the curtain, a wooden board was set up out of thin air, and the white wax was put on it.

The two of them quietly watched the orange flames.

Portable, smoke-free, odorless, bright...

Qinghu silently evaluates the benefits of white wax, with these advantages, white ash will become an exclusive luxury for royalty and nobles, and the price must be extremely high.

In addition, there are no ash insects on the holly tree, and the ash in her hand is already unique. As far as lighting is concerned, these white waxes are a rarity.

But is it worth killing for this?

She thought of the old man who was called "Qin Ye", what did he want to do?

In any case, it is always right to take precautions, Qinghu looked at the gently swaying flames and immediately had an idea.

The time is only in the middle of the day, the sky is not bright, and the white ash cannot be picked.

Qinghu went to the small kitchen to burn grass ashes, boiled a lot of alkaline water, and took the sharpest part of the wheat straw and cut it into small pieces for later use.

When the sky was slightly bright, Qinghu began to scrape ash from the remaining holly trees, and Duanfeng was sent out by her to do something else.

If it weren't for the tight schedule, she wouldn't be willing to let Duanfeng run errands for her, although she summoned the gods or something, which made people a little happy. She scraped the wax as she calculated how long it would take to make it all.

The method of making it is that it cannot be handed over anyway, and she must do all the production herself.

Pot by pot boiling, but also to cool, the bowl is not enough.

Her eyes fell on the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the small courtyard, and she couldn't help but smile.