Transcending into a blue scorpion

After the night passed, the sun rose again.

Lu Fengxian felt the hazy skylight shining through the window, and also heard rustling sounds in the room.The sound was light and fast, and it kept rustling.

He pressed his browbones and slowly opened his eyes.

A blue figure squatted on the ground, holding a rag in his hand, and was wiping the wardrobe in the corner.

The wardrobe was originally covered with red paint, and the part he polished up, although the paint was peeled off, was much brighter than when it was grayed out.It seems to be quite pleasing to the eye.

The square table in the middle of the room has also been wiped clean.

Lu Fengxian couldn't help blinking again.

He said, "What are you doing?"

While wiping, Lan Miao turned her head and smiled and said, "I'm cleaning up the house, can't you see it?"

Lu Fengxian said: "You...why do you clean up the house?"

Lan Miao smiled and said: "Shangguan Jinhong is desperately looking for us outside. This house is behind the mountain. It's fairly hidden. It's a good place to hide. Why don't we stay here for a few days? So that he can't find us even after looking for it. My eyes are popping out with anger."

What Lu Feng wanted to say was stuck in her throat.

A tempting smell suddenly wafted from the end of his nose, mixed with the aroma of fried shallots and soft boiled rice, as well as the fresh smell of bean dregs and the delicious smell of cooked eggs.He only drank alcohol the day before yesterday, and was in a daze yesterday, so he didn't eat for two days.

After smelling the aroma, his stomach wriggled uncontrollably.

Lan Miao continued: "Did you see that table??"

Lu Fengxian had already seen it, and he also saw a log, a hammer and a few nails lying beside the table.

Lan Miao wiped the cabinet and said, "I came back after chopping a piece of wood and wanted to put legs on it... Oops, my chest hurts a little, you should do this, will you?"

Lu Fengxian can play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flower tea.

But nailing the table...

Lu Fengxian also knows swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks.

But the hammer...

He got off the bed without a word, stood in front of the lame leg of the table, and thought for a while.

Although he has never studied carpentry, Yinji Wenhou's IQ is really unreal.

He tried to mortise the log, but Lan Miao only gave him a hammer.

Lu Feng first said: "Do you have a sword? Where's the dagger?"

Lan Miao said: "Where is it? I borrowed this hammer from a nearby farm. Your fingers can crush my weapon. It is a hundred times stronger than any sword or chisel, and you can't dig a mortise?"

Lu Fengxian: "..."

He always thought of his fingers as "killing weapons".

The fate of this sharp weapon is to duel with a master, not to gouge holes in wood and repair a broken table...

Lan Miao hummed like a happy little maid.After a while, he heard the sound of wood breaking behind him.

He said: "If the table is repaired, repair the bedpost too. The bedpost is half broken, so you can't hang the tent. There are a lot of snakes, rats, rats and ants in the wild in this forest. I have seen mice step on people's faces with my own eyes." Have you seen it in the past?"

Lu Fengxian's face turned dark.

It took more than half an hour, and he finally repaired all the broken furniture in the house-table legs, bedposts, window frames, and a rickety stool.Lan Miao has also cleaned all the furniture in the house, cleaned the cobwebs in the corners, and mopped the floor.The house immediately changed from an abandoned haunted house to a simple but neat farm house.

Lu Fengxian glanced at the thatched cottage, and suddenly felt a wonderful feeling that he had never felt before.

Lan Miao smiled and said: "The meal is hot in the kitchen, I wiped the closet and pasted the windows, then I went to serve the meal, wait a minute."

He said, and opened the cabinet door.

Then, Lan Miao suddenly exclaimed and rushed back with a "whoosh".

When he yelled, Lu Fengxian turned around suddenly, holding Lan Miao in his arms.

The closet door was quietly opened, and the aroma of food still wafted from the kitchen safely.

Not to mention Shangguan Jinhong, not even a dog appeared in the house.

Lan Miao tightly grasped Lu Fengxian's shoulders, huddled in his arms, and said, "There are...there are...there are..."

Lu Feng didn't dare to be careless first, and said: "What did you see?"

Lan Miao said, "There's a big spider in the cabinet!"

Lu Fengxian: "..."

He suddenly wanted to throw Lan Miao out again.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Your martial arts have been practiced into the dog's stomach?"

Lan Miao almost climbed onto his body, widened her eyes, and said, "Do you want me to compete with spiders?"

Lu Fengxian was almost overwhelmed, and said with a sneer, "What's more? You've already lost!"

Lan Miao thumped him and said: "You can only laugh at me, what do you want? Since I lost, shouldn't you be on top? Hurry up and win back for me! I will encourage you behind you, and wait for your victory!" !"

Lu Fengxian only felt that he was going to do all the wonderful things of his life in one day.

He had no choice but to straighten his clothes, go to the cabinet, and prepare to "contest" with Brother Spider.

He did see a palm-sized white-fronted tallfoot spider lying on the upper left corner of the wardrobe-a common insect-eating spider in the house.

But he only touched it, and the spider fell off. It turned out that it had been dried into a hollow shell.

At this moment, words are so pale.

Lu Fengxian silently collected its broken body and threw it out.Lan Miao followed behind him, her big eyes sparkling, she couldn't stop applauding, and said, "That's great! I knew you would win!"

Yinji Wenhou defeated the dead spider in the most praised battle by Lan Miao.

The house was finally cleaned.

Lan Miao pulled out another piece of blue cloth.The tentacles of this cloth are very thick, but the texture is thick, and it is quite heavy to hold.Most of them are used by farmers to make cotton trousers, which keep warm, are not easy to be worn out, and are resistant to dirt and color.Naturally, Lu Fengxian had never seen it before, and said, "What is this for?"

Lan Miao said: "Don't you think the windows are bare and the sills are leaking air? I bought a few feet of cloth from a nearby farmer and pasted a layer on the inside and a layer on the outside, and filled the middle with cotton to keep it warm." .”

As he spoke, he gesticulated on the window frame and beckoned, "Come quickly."

Lu Feng walked over first.Lan Miao straightened the blue cloth with both hands, and said, "This cloth is much bigger than the window, so I cut off the excess edge to fit the window."

Lu Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, so she didn't move to Lan Miao.Lan Miao stomped her feet and said, "Hurry up, tidy up the house so we can eat."

Lu Fengxian's expression: "???"

Lan Miao stuffed the cloth under his eyelids and said, "Didn't you see that we don't have scissors?"

Lu Fengxian: "..."

If his fingers can be used as a chisel, they can also be used as scissors.

Lan Miao watched with satisfaction as the index finger and middle finger of the other party kept opening and closing, making a crisp sound of cutting the fabric.The peculiar metallic luster made Lu Fengxian's fingers more like a pair of small scissors.

Lu Fengxian saw Lan Miao's expression while cutting, and the other party seemed to be very envious.

After practicing this skill, he has long been used to this kind of gaze.

But now, he doesn't feel proud at all...

After the two windows were sealed, the room immediately became dark, and it was much warmer, which was much better than enjoying the "huhu" cold wind.

Lu Feng sat at the table first, looking at the well-furnished hut, her heart seemed to warm up.

A comfortable house and delicious side dishes almost represent the feeling of home.

A bowl of fried sweet potato dumplings, a plate of bean dregs cakes, a plate of white-cut pork head meat, and a large bowl of white porridge sprinkled with burnt shallots were already steaming on the table.

Sweet potatoes, bean dregs, pork head meat, flour, and rice are all common and cheap ingredients. The meals made with them are usually slightly rough, mainly to keep you full.

Lu Feng took a bite of the dumpling first.He originally thought it would be too greasy, but after the sweet potatoes were wrapped in flour and fried quickly, they were crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside, very delicious, with a unique flavor different from that of restaurant dishes.

He couldn't help but said, "You actually know how to cook?"

Lan Miao took a bean dregs cake, and said with a smile: "Do you think that everyone else is like you and only eats?"

Lu Feng swallowed the dumpling first, thought for a while, and said: "I made it once, please ask someone else to eat it."

Lan Miao let out a "puchi" and said, "Make it for Duke Zhou in your dream."

Lu Fengxian was not angry, as if lost in memory, he said for a while: "My father's 12th birthday was at that time, and I was only [-] years old. I don't know where I heard it, and I wanted to make a bowl of longevity noodles for my father to show my filial piety."

Lan Miao nodded, and wondered, "Wouldn't you think you have this skill? Can you roll out such a long strip of thin noodles?"

Lu Fengxian shook his head and said, "Where did I roll it? I didn't even make the soup. It was a bowl of noodles prepared by the chef. I just poured oil, sprinkled green onions and salt."

Lan Miao couldn't help smiling and said, "Then your father must be very happy."

Lu Fengxian said: "He is indeed very happy, and he ate a bowl of noodles completely..."

Having said that, he stopped talking, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

Lan Miao asked in amazement, "What? Could it be that you put too much salt? That's not true. I don't believe that you scooped up the salt. The chef must have scooped it into the spoon and handed it to you."

Lu Feng glanced at Lan Miao first, and said, "You guessed right, but..."

He said: "When my father ate the noodles, his expression was as usual, with a smile on his face. I was also very happy at the time. But after the birthday, I overheard him talking to my mother, and then I realized that when I mixed the noodles, I did not use the right strength. Mix it all down."

Lan Miao laughed out loud, and immediately covered her mouth.