Chapter 12

Small steamed bun chuckles: "elder sister is silly, oneself hits oneself."

Purple Xu white her one eye: "eat full is not, go to pick up pebbles for me, want smooth, fingernail is so big, pick up half bucket."

"Oh, all right." The little bun limped to carry the bucket.

Zixu frowned: "come here, I'll show you the legs and feet."

When the steamed stuffed bun passed by, Li yaoxiu touched it with her hand. Actually, the femur came out of the groove, that is, it was dislocated. Because no one helped to move it back, it caused the leg and foot disadvantageous.

This situation has been two or three months. Adults can't stand the pain of bone dislocation, and the child is still holding his teeth.

Fortunately, it still has time to repair, otherwise, when the flesh grows in the bone nest, it will never be able to get back.

"Little fellow, your leg can be cured, but it hurts. Can you bear it?"

Baozi's delicate small face appeared happy, and some round Phoenix eyes twinkled with stars: "I'm not afraid of pain."

Zixu will take the basket, there are some berries: "look."

"Ah, there is fruit." Small steamed bun's attention is all on the fruit.

Zixu quickly grabs her leg and straightens her leg. The little bun screams loudly. The old lady who is resting in the room climbs out and falls down.

"What's the matter?"

"It's OK. I'll treat her leg. The delay is a little long, so it will hurt a lot."

The old lady climbed down the wooden ladder and held the bun in her arms: "poor child."

"Grandma, I don't feel pain," he said

Zixu is ready to listen to baozi wail, but the child gave her an accident, which is really not heartache.

She got up and rubbed the little guy's hair. "My sister is so strong. She's so nice. She's proud of you."

There is light in the eyes of baozi. She can feel that Zixu regards her as her own, and will not leave her behind.

The old lady saw that the steamed bun looked better and asked, "does it still hurt?"

Little bun moved her leg. Although it still hurt, she could feel the uncontrollable powerlessness of her leg disappeared.

"It doesn't hurt. It'll be all right soon."

Zixu is depressed. She will be cured later. Now she has to pick up some stones by herself.

After picking up the stones, she chiseled a hole in the barrel, laid a layer of large pebbles under the bottom, and then a slightly smaller one, paved them in turn and put a layer of fine sand. The simple filter was ready.

To do this, she pulled out some charcoal from the fire, which had to wait for the gauze to come.

The water in the pot has been boiling away, and the water is very turbid. If you put it into your mouth, it will immediately overflow with salty, bitter and astringent taste.

"Bah It's terrible. "

"What's bad?" Mr. Ming Jing's clear and clear voice came with a banter.

Zixu looked up and saw him carrying a big bag. He carried four wooden buckets in his left hand and two iron pans in his right hand. Now the feather fan is inserted in his belt, which looks funny.

"Why did you send it?"

Mr. Mingjing put things down: "general, let me supervise you. If you harm something, you have to set a price and keep accounts."

Zixu is angry and stingy. He has to make a price for this broken thing. He wants money.

Looking at the purple Xu with red face and inflamed eyes, Mr. Mingjing wants to laugh a little. The appearance of this fierce and fierce milk is quite lovely.

Zixu's Qi returned to Qi, but he still had the patience to finish things. There were several kinds of fine gauze in the bag, including cotton, cotton and silk. The most amazing thing was that there was a piece of cloth three feet square that radiated moonlight. I don't know what it was made of.

She picked out the cotton cloth. The mesh was a little big, but it could be used as a mosquito net. She put back the other two kinds: "it's useless. It's too wasteful."

Mr. Mingjing was surprised and asked, "don't you want it? It's good to leave the moonlight yarn for clothes. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. "

Zixu's side look: "it's worth a lot of money."

Mr. Mingjing gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile. At the moment, he was surprised: "are you a woman? Any woman who sees this moonlight veil does not want to take possession of it. "

Zixu looked sideways: "where is this place? You can only feed the wolf if you want to please me. If you want to please me, you'd better get me some suitable men's clothes."

Mr. Mingjing doesn't understand the woman in front of her. Does she say that she doesn't want to be a concubine because she doesn't want to retreat?

Zixu no longer pay attention to him, endless temptation, annoyed.

She sewed the cotton cloth into a bag, filled it with charcoal, smashed the charcoal inside, and put it into a holed barrel and pressed it with fine sand.

She tied the cobblestone cask to a tree, with charcoal buckets at the bottom and clean casks at the bottom.

The water in the pot is very turbid. She hates to move the pot away from the simple stove, and slowly pour it into the top barrel after the water falls down and rolls. A pot of water looks like 15 liters, and it is only 5 liters after being filtered layer by layer.

Because of the charcoal, the final water was a little black. She filtered it with cotton cloth several times. Although the water was not as clear as the bottom, it also looked better.This less than two liters of water into the pot began to boil, she kept stirring to speed up the evaporation of water.

Mr. mirror, shaking his fan, observed the scene in the pot. When the white appeared, his cynical face appeared surprised.

In spite of the heat, he pinched a little and put it into his mouth. With a slight bitterness in the salt, it was the first-class white salt.

Zixu also tasted a little: "bah, it's really bad."

She did not know that in ancient times, this kind of salt had reached the level of tribute, but still hated the bitter taste.

Mr. Mingjing clenched the handle of the fan, and his mind was flying. Was Zixu from another country? Better salt?

But it doesn't make sense. If she came from another country, she couldn't easily disclose the salt making method.

The general said that she had a good master. Who is her master? By whom?

Zixu looked up and saw Mr. Mingjing's unpredictable face. He felt nervous: "what are you thinking? Salt is bad without it. "

Mr. Mingjing's heart is very loose when she hears the speech. The intelligence can't be fake. She won't eat better salt.

Zixu felt his murderous spirit disappear, and his heart was full of tears of lasagna. NIMA, what kind of world is this? Step by step. If you are careless, you will be doomed.

"Show me where you found the salt mine." Mr. mirror returned to his Bohemian state.

Zixu looked at the salt in the pan. It was too little. He had to get more salt mines.

"Well, it's just that I'm going to get more."

On their way up the mountain with a basket, Mr. Mingjing suddenly asked, "now that treacherous officials are in power, the royal family is in turmoil, and the other two countries have repeatedly attacked the border and are about to be divided up. Do you have any opinion?"

Zixu closed his mouth, said more wrong, in case the answer is not good, this guy can definitely break her neck!

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