Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 309
Raw pine nuts are a bit bitter, but after chewing, you can taste some milky sweetness.

Fu Chen went to sleep directly after eating.

The room was quiet again, only the sound of "woo hoo" was left.

Wan Zhuan put down the bowl, changed his clothes, and shrank into the quilt as well.

The quilt is still so uncomfortable.The belly was wrapped, but the feet could not be bound, so I could only sleep curled up.

Wan Zhuan stuffed Fu Chen into his bosom, and used the quilt for both of them as much as possible.

"Woooo-"

"Woooo-"

The wind sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

As soon as Wan Bran closed his eyes, his nerves became unexpectedly sensitive, and he always felt that there was a ghost behind him.

At this time, there seemed to be a ghost behind him, with a smashed head, and stretched out its hand.

"Boom." The sound of the wall collapsing.

Wan Kuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, taking a deep breath.After a while, he looked down at the child beside him.

Wan Zhuan fell down and turned sideways, looking at the sleeping Fuchen.

Reach out and pinch.

"Ah—" Fuchen cried loudly.

The crying sound close to the ear occupied the "woo woo" sound and invaded the brain.

Wan Bran relieved himself, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.In the ear is the crying sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhh".

Waking up in the morning, Fuchen slept soundly.

It rained heavily overnight, knocking the leaves to the ground.

The wind blew the branches down.

Many houses fell into disrepair and collapsed, and it is said that one family was crushed to death.The whole family died.

Wan Zhuan went to steal a basket of steamed buns, and stuffed two in his bosom after he was full.

He is always hungry these days.

Two meals a day is not enough.

Set aside half of it for Fu Chen to cook for a day.

A few days later, the weather was still gloomy, and the wind was blowing the clouds, but there was no light in the sky.

Wankang counted the time, and now a lot of pine nuts have fallen in the woods, and the accumulated rain has receded, and now is the time when they can still be picked this year.

Later, it should be colder.

Fuchen has opened his eyes and recognized people.

Wan Zhuan carried the floating dust to the mountains.

Dust has no clothes.

Wan Zhun stole a piece of cloth from the embroidery workshop, it was white, and it was the easiest cloth to get.

But not dirty.

Wankang doesn't know how to make clothes, so he can only take strips of cloth and pull out a suitable width to wrap them around his body and arms, and finally stuff the extra clothes into his clothes.

To prevent the clothes from slipping, Wan Zhuan grabbed the cloth, gritted his teeth, pulled out a belt, tied a loop knot on Fu Chen's body, and hung the clothes on his arms and waist on his shoulders to prevent them from slipping.

This is Fuchen's little skirt.

Wan Chaan put the floating dust on the dry ground, leaned against the big tree, and went to pick up the pine nuts and pine nuts on the ground by himself.

Some pine nuts have been soaked in water. Fortunately, the outer shell is firm, and it is good to peel it off.

Fuchen couldn't support his body, and the trunk leaning on the tree trunk gradually moved down and fell to the ground.

There is a snake tail moving away in the grass.

Fu Chen opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, "Ah wow~" mumbling words.

The canopy above the head is far and huge, occupying the entire sky, with only a few gaps exposed.

Wan Bran lowered his head and walked forward to pick up dried fruits.

Fuchen watched the black snake meandering up the tree trunk, slowly as if wandering.

Fuchen stared at the snake, his eyes wandering unconsciously.

Feet up and staring, but she wouldn't roll over, or speak.

"Ah wow."

The little hand wants to catch the snake.The little feet stared.

Wan Zhuan finished drying a piece of land, turned around and put a bag, and then came back to take a look at the floating dust.Take the empty bag and move on.

Fu Chen was hungry.Open your mouth and howl.

Wan Zhuan turned around, peeled off the pine nut shells that had already been soaked, chewed them up and fed them to Fu Chen.

One bite at a time, Fuchen ate happily.

Sleep after eating.

Wan Bran went to pick up pine nut shells again.

Wan Bran picked it up for several days, and finally came out of the sun.

The weather was abnormal, and it was sunny for a few days, and it was hot for a few days.

In the kitchen, I cut a lot of radish strips in the past two days, and I will take them all out to dry.

Be prepared.

The source of people's weather mainly comes from the forecast of wizards.

Wizards can talk to the sky, divination, and know the voice of all things.Everyone obeys the wizard.

But as Wan Zhuan, who was given bad news by the wizard, he doesn't believe in the wizard, and he will not inquire about the news released by the wizard.

Wan Zhuan found a big stone from the stream.Put the big stones in the yard to dry.

Picked up a handy stone and dried it in the sun.

Wan Zhuan peeled off the shells he picked up and dried them in the sun, sitting in the yard and staring at them to prevent snakes, insects, cats and mice from biting them.

Fu Chen also sat on the ground basking in the sun, and soon fell asleep.

Sun for three days.

Wan Zhun took the dried fruit and put it on the big stone, and rolled the smooth small stone continuously to crush the dried fruit.

It was crushed into pieces, and I found a clay pot to store it.This is the food of floating dust.

On a hot day, this is the time when the kitchen is busy making dried radishes, and it is also the process of using a lot of salt stones.

Wan Zhuan watched the timing and stole a piece of salt stone and a piece of candy.

Usually, salt and sugar are very precious things.It was kept in a jar, out of reach of anyone but the chef.

When not in use, they are locked in the cabinet.

Wan Bran carefully hid the sugar and salt, this is the treasure of this year's Chinese New Year.

With these two treasures, the tongue and stomach get the greatest care.

Taking advantage of the sunny day, Wan Zhuan went to the mountains to catch fish, and he ate fifty or sixty fish in one go, gutted them all, and dried them in the sun.

The internal organs were not thrown away, but the intestines were thrown away, and a large pot of fish soup was cooked.

Only bitter.

Very bitter.

Because I still have guts.

Wan Zhuan fed Fuchen a sip, Fuchen took a sip, frowned in disgust, and turned his head away.

Wan Bran finished the big pot expressionlessly.This is a rare time to eat a full meal.

Nothing should go to waste.

The fish on the ground gave birth to maggots under the sun, and the white worms crawled around, which was very spectacular.

The taste is still a little smelly.

There was no one in the cold palace, and occasionally people passed by, and they suspected that the prince who lived there had died in it.

It's getting colder.Soon it began to snow heavily.

Wan Zhuan threw out the dried fish together with the maggots, and harvested a pile of freeze-dried dried fish.

When Fuchen sleeps at night, he must be next to the chaff and not move.

His body is always hot.

It's snowing outside, and I can still walk and run in a single suit, but I eat a lot.

I can't help eating dried fish. There is no staple food. If I eat only dried fish, it will be gone in ten days.

Wan Bran is always hungry.

always hungry.

Fortunately, the food in the kitchen is becoming more and more greasy, and there are many opportunities for big fish and big meat to appear.

Wan Zhuan still goes to the kitchen to steal food from time to time, and he will hold Fuchen elsewhere so as not to reveal her relationship with the cold palace.

In the snow where no one passed by, Fuchen sat by the wall, his body wrapped in layers of cloth strips.The little hands can be stretched, and they grab the snow on the ground and grab it into their mouths.

Every time after Wanchaan came back, Fuchen was full of snow and kept spitting snow out.

Wan Zhuan went back with the floating dust in his arms.Give a little to the dust.

In the middle of November, Wan Zhuan rushed back after eating. Today, there are cakes, stacked one by one, and he stole one.

One piece is missing, and it can't be seen on the plate.

But when he saw the empty snow field, he was stunned.

There is no snow in the sky.

This is the edge of the palace near the forest.

Civilians can't get here.

The maids and servants hardly come here, unless they go to the forest and pass through here.

　The looped shoulder knot, which originated from the Song Dynasty in China.But I feel that the wisdom of the ancients may have been understood at that time.Just not as popular.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)