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Yesterday I specially measured the size for Meng Chuxi, and Zhou Qingwu wrote it down and handed it over to the shopkeeper for him to help choose.She finally bought two kinds of cloth, which were not superior, but Zhou Qingwu took great determination.Especially for close-fitting clothes, she chose a piece of soft cotton cloth. Meng Chuxi's skin is delicate and soft, and coarse cloth like hers might sting people.

When everything was bought, Zhou Qingwu only had two hundred coins left in his usual money, but she didn't feel bad because most of it was for Meng Chuxi.In the town, she deliberately went around a few more places to see if there was any news of missing persons.It stands to reason that Meng Chuxi's family is well-off, and the family should look for such a person if he is missing, but there is no movement in Qingyang Town.

When she went back, because she had too many things, she found an ox cart and went to Zhoujia Village.But near the entrance of the village, Zhou Qingwu jumped off the bullock cart, otherwise she probably knew who she would meet.

Now that Meng Chuxi has amnesia, she needs to live in her house, and her wealth should not be exposed. It is best not to use gold leaf, otherwise, in this small town, it will spread to ten or ten, and it will be spread like a miracle. If it attracts people's attention, it may cause trouble.

But if it was said that Meng Chuxi had no money, they wouldn't believe it, and they couldn't let Meng Chuxi live that kind of hard life with them, so they needed to buy some properly.

Without Zhou Qingwu, the bullock cart went in smoothly without attracting attention.After moving the things into the yard, Zhou Qingwu hurriedly opened the door. She walked briskly before breathing evenly, and went straight to the bedroom.When she walked to the door of the bedroom and saw Meng Chuxi, she felt a little relieved.

The person was sitting leaning against the bed rail, looking towards the door. When Zhou Qingwu saw her, the other party also saw Zhou Qingwu, and he could clearly see the relieved appearance.With slightly curved lips, Meng Chuxi said softly, "You're back, are you tired?"

Zhou Qingwu shook his head, thinking of something, put his hand into his arms, and opened the money bag to show Meng Chuxi: I always have so much money left.

Meng Chuxi glanced at her, wiped the sweat from her forehead and praised: "You are better at managing accounts than I am, and you can calculate clearly. Just remember it, it's hard work."

Zhou Qingwu was quite embarrassed, put the money away, and gestured: I'll put away my things and make lunch.

Seeing her turn around and go out, Meng Chuxi was a little worried: "Slow down, don't worry, take a rest first, you are sweating profusely."

Zhou Qingwu was not obedient, and moved the things to the food storage area one by one and put them away one by one. In the end, she walked in shyly and took a small cloth bag.

Meng Chuxi knew that the taciturn little girl in front of her was actually very sensitive and shy, but there was something wrong with being so condescending, so she couldn't help being a little funny: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qingwu took out the cloth bag and unwrapped it on the table, inside was a set of clothes neatly folded.She hid her gaze for a moment, and gestured, "Your clothes are torn and haven't been repaired yet. It will take a few days to sew new clothes. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time. I'll buy you a suit first. See if you like it."

Meng Chuxi's eyes were soft, and the fabric of the clothes on the table didn't look like rough hemp, which was much better than the fabric Zhou Qingwu was wearing. She probably knew what the little girl was thinking, so she couldn't help but feel a little moved and a little bit soft-hearted.

"I like the color very much, but unfortunately I can't try it on now."

Zhou Qingwu's eyes were a little happy: When you can get out of bed, let's try.

"Thank you, Qingwu."

Zhou Qingwu waved his hand: All of your money was used.

Meng Chuxi could already understand Yinzi's gestures, and shook her head immediately: "It's two different things, and it's yours now."

Neither of them could convince the other on this issue, Zhou Qingwu stopped arguing, and now it was an indisputable fact that she relied on Meng Chuxi's money to live.Zhou Qingwu didn't say that no one was looking for Meng Chuxi in the town, for fear that she would be upset.

Later, she will go to the mountain to dig for medicinal materials, and it is estimated that she will come back late, so she will boil the medicine for Meng Chuxi, and then prepare for her to eat.

In the past, when Meng Chuxi was not around, Zhou Qingwu ate at most two meals a day, but now that she is there, he can't be casual.

Meng Chuxi knew that Zhou Qingwu was busy, but he couldn't help, so he could only lie down and listen to the life-like voices in the kitchen.

The window was specially opened by Zhou Qingwu. From the window, one can see a small hillside outside the house. The maple and camphor trees in early autumn are no longer as green as in summer, and some of them have been dyed yellow. And bright, don't mean anything.

The air here is much better than that in the city. Now that Zhou Qingwu came back, the scenery that she had stared at for half an hour before suddenly became vivid and interesting, and Meng Chuxi began to feel inexplicably happy.

The sound of firewood breaking, the crackling sound of flames burning dry branches, the friction and collision of bowls and basins, there is a rhythm, what is the little girl doing?Unable to see the kitchen scene, Meng Chuxi "outlined" what Zhou Qingwu was doing with his voice with great interest. The boring ancient life suddenly became interesting.

Zhou Qingwu had a stone mill at home. She used the stone mill to grind the Chen beans she bought into flour, and then divided the flour into two parts to knead the dough.

A bowl of bean flour and a little flour is mixed together to get the same amount as in the bowl on the left.With quick hands and feet, Zhou Qingwu took out a handful of pickles and chopped them up.This is a handful of pickled vegetables that she bought for three Wen. The smell of salty aroma is very appetizing.

The small ball of white flour was pulled into two doughs. Zhou Qingwu nimbly wrapped the minced pickles in it with his fingers, and flattened them neatly.

The pot was already heated up at this moment, Zhou Qingwu poured some oil into it, and the oil made a sound immediately, and at the same time the fragrance of rapeseed oil wafted from the oil.

After the oil sizzled, Zhou Qingwu put the cake in.The oil temperature is high, and the noodle cakes in the iron pan emit a puff of smoke. They are quickly fried and slightly burnt, and the fragrance instantly becomes rich.The noodle cake began to bulge when heated, and there was not much oil left, so Zhou Qingwu hurriedly moved the cake with a spatula to prevent it from sticking to the pan.Watching the color turn into a beautiful burnt yellow, start to turn over, and the two pancakes completely absorb the little oil.

The aroma of the hot oil and noodles was so enticing that Meng Chuxi, who was lying in the room, could smell it.She had already eaten three meals after waking up, and this was the first time she smelled the aroma of Zhou Qingwu's cooking. The little girl was finally willing to treat herself well.

When the two pancakes were cooked, Zhou Qingwu put the bowl of gnocchi mixed with more than half of the beans in the same pot, and cooked the pancakes with the remaining fire in the stove.The coarse-grain pancakes were made very casually, not as attractive as the previous pancakes, but Zhou Qingwu was still very grateful, it was already very good, at least there was flour.

When Zhou Qingwu came in with the cake, Meng Chuxi even felt that his saliva secretion accelerated. It felt like when he finished eating the food in the cafeteria at school, he smelled the smell of cooking food in the residential building next door. He always felt that it was delicious in the world.

"It smells good." Meng Chuxi said with bright eyes.

Zhou Qingwu pursed his lower lip, handed the chopsticks to her, and then gestured: Eat slowly, beware of burning.I also cooked porridge in the kitchen.

The pancakes would be a bit greasy after eating, and it would be more comfortable to drink some porridge, Zhou Qingwu thought very considerately.

The cake was pressed relatively thin, and it was rare for it to be greasy. Meng Chuxi asked a little worried, "What about yours?"

Zhou Qingwu gestured: I brought two, I'm not hungry yet, I'll eat when I go up the mountain.

Seeing that Meng Chuxi didn't believe it, she went to the kitchen and took two cakes, wrapped them in oil paper and showed them to Meng Chuxi.

There were indeed two cakes, and Meng Chuxi nodded when she saw this, and was relieved.Zhou Qingwu put the cake in the basket and put it away, and urged Meng Chuxi: eat it while it's hot.

The cake was pressed very thin, and she could see through the cake that there was still stuffing inside, which should be pickles or something.The salty smell came to the nostrils, and Meng Chuxi's index finger twitched.

Zhou Qingwu fried the cake until the skin was slightly burnt, the heat was well controlled, and the noodles inside were just right.The original taste of the core is a little bland in the burnt skin, but after the second bite, the slightly salty pickles immediately dispel the blandness, and the original noodles neutralize the saltiness, so the crispy fragrance and The salty aroma of the pickled vegetables is perfectly blended, and every bite is full of fragrance.

It's just that there is less oil. If oil is put in the pickles, the oil that comes out of it will make the cake more flavorful, but this kind of cake will look greasy, and this cake is unpretentious, but it will become more fragrant after chewing for a long time.

Zhou Qingwu stared at Meng Chuxi a little nervously. In fact, she was under pressure to take out this kind of cake. There was only a little rapeseed oil left in the house. If the oil was not enough, the taste would be worse. It is really difficult to be elegant.She just thought that Meng Chuxi liked this kind of coarse grain cake last time, so she thought about making the pie that her mother made for her before, maybe she would like it too.

Although she didn't ask, but those eyes clearly wrote, Meng Chuxi didn't hesitate to praise her, narrowed her eyes, stretched out her thumb and praised: "It's very delicious, salty and slightly crispy, the more you eat, the more delicious it is. "

After finishing speaking, she said as if she had something to say: "It's even better than Aunt Liu's cooking!"

Zhou Qingwu waved his hand, but he still didn't suppress his smile, a small dimple appeared on the corner of his lips, very happy.

But in the end, I still tensed up and made serious gestures: the material is good.

Zhou Qingwu prepared things for going up the mountain, and waited until the porridge was ready for Meng Chuxi to serve before she set off.

Meng Chuxi frowned slightly when she looked at the porridge after she left. She was worried that that little girl Zhou Qingwu would be stubborn, but she did see two cakes, two cakes?Although Meng Chuxi came here not long ago, he probably knew that flour was much more expensive than coarse grains. He knew from Aunt Liu's pancakes made of coarse grains. The flour was fried with pickled vegetables. How could Zhou Qingwu be willing to bring two?

Frowning annoyedly, thinking of this, Meng Chuxi suddenly felt that the crispy pancakes were a bit unpleasant.Although the original body brought silver, but if the gold leaf is not used, the more than four taels of silver will not give ordinary people the confidence to eat such fine grains.

Zhou Qingwu would do this entirely for her sake.What's more, strictly speaking, the money doesn't belong to her, how can she accept it with peace of mind.

Because of this depression, Meng Chuxi didn't drink the porridge, and was going to wait for the little girl to come back and have a good talk with her again.

As time passed by, Meng Chuxi was actually a little worried.Zhou Qingwu was only 15 years old. In this era, the mountains and forests are full of deep forests and dense grass. It is dangerous to go to the mountains to collect herbs.Thinking of this level, Meng Chuxi became more and more anxious, and could only reassure herself that Zhou Qingwu went alone before, and that she had experience and would not put herself in danger.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sun outside has already hung on the treetops of West Mountain, the golden afterglow is no longer dazzling, and it softly falls in the forest, laying a layer of soft light on the scenery.It's just that Meng Chuxi didn't have the heart to appreciate such a beautiful sunset, why didn't Zhou Qingwu come back?

She looked a little anxious, staring at the sun, the originally slow time suddenly sped up, Meng Chuxi always hoped that it would set later, that it wouldn't get dark so soon, and she also looked forward to Zhou Qingwu's early return.

Just when Meng Chuxi sat up and was about to look around, there was a sudden noise outside, the woman's voice was harsh and sharp.

"Didn't you say that you were lucky enough to save a rich man? You're willing to spend hundreds of dollars on new clothes and white flour, and dig for medicinal herbs?"

Meng Chuxi frowned instantly.