Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief.

His hands still stayed on her waist.

The feeling was like a cat's claws scratching her.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with your face now? You look like you've been drunk..."

Luo Fengtang noticed her expression again.

"Ah? Really? Yes? No?"

She raised her hand in a panic and wiped her face.

Damn it.

Boiling hot!

In my mind, I cursed myself for being so unsatisfactory, that my face has become thinner?

This can't happen!

People live in this world by being bold, careful and thick-skinned.

Luo Fengtang saw that the base of her ears were also bright red.

The boy seemed to suddenly understand something.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

I thought Qing'er was careless and didn't understand anything.

It turns out that she is also shy?

There was a hint of endearment in the boy's deep and dark eyes, but also a bit of a bad smile.

"Qing'er, I heard someone said that if your earlobes are red, you can just blow them. Let me blow them for you..."

As he spoke, he leaned down and blew gently against her earlobe.

'hiss……'

Yang Ruoqing took a breath and had goosebumps all over her body.

Like a frightened rabbit, she gently twisted his arm.

"You brat dare to tease me? Are you looking for me?"

Her eyebrows were raised, her hands were on her hips, and she was grinning at him.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Smile, smile, laugh your ass off! If you laugh again, I will strip all your teeth!"

She said fiercely.

It’s incredible. Is this guy showing a tendency to change now?

Luo Fengtang tried hard to hold back her laughter, and the boy looked at her with soft eyes and claws.

"Qing'er, has anyone ever told you that the way you get angry looks a bit like your breasts..."

"Holy shit!"

Yang Ruoqing immediately cursed.

He rushed forward and grabbed Luo Fengtang's ears with both hands.

"You brat, you really are an easy sister to bully, right?"

"You can't tease your sister, but you still dare to talk about it. You think your ears are short, right?"

"Oh, Qing'er, please forgive me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"Haha, what's wrong?" she asked proudly.

"Ah? What's wrong?" he asked blankly.

"snort!"

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth and almost twisted his ears into rabbit ears.

"Ouch...everything is wrong, everything is wrong! I won't dare to do it again next time..."

"Call me sister and I'll let go!"

"That's not possible, you are younger than me!"

"You're not screaming, are you? I twist, I twist, I twist again..."

"not called!"

"Shout or not?"

"I won't even scream if I beat you to death!"

"..."

Yang Ruoqing's domineering attitude finally failed because of his weakness.

This kid would rather break his ears than call me sister.

Yang Ruoqing got discouraged and had no choice but to let go.

Luo Fengtang rubbed his red ears and stepped aside, still grinning stupidly.

This sister, sister, can't yell randomly.

If you shout, doesn't that determine your seniority?

That won't work.

He doesn't care about the seniority of those brothers and sisters. What he wants is, hehe...

Yang Ruoqing didn't know the profound thoughts hidden behind Luo Fengtang's stubbornness.

At this moment, she was bending over and looking at the pile of dark things in the iron bucket.

"Tangyazi, why does it still smell like fruit?"

She tilted her head, a little surprised.

Back to business, Luo Fengtang also put away his fun and walked over.

"These wood for burning charcoal are fruit trees that I cut down from the mountains."

"When burned, it becomes fruit charcoal."

As he spoke, he picked up the shovel and thrust it into the iron stove.

With a bang, he took out all the fruit charcoal inside.

Fruit charcoal?

Yang Ruoqing remembered what Sun said before.

Even the lowest-grade fruit charcoal is more expensive in the brick market than medium-grade charcoal.

Because fruit charcoal has a better smell than ordinary charcoal.

Use fruit charcoal to bake clothes and shoes, which will give you a faint fragrance.

However, that fruit tree is no ordinary tree.

It must be those old fruit trees in the mountains.

Peach trees, plum trees and apricot trees are the best.

"Tangyazi, what kind of fruit tree are you using?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang said: "Peach tree."

peach?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes, smelling the scent of peach blossoms.

"This time I went to cut down fruit trees and saw an old camphor tree."

Luo Fengtang said while sorting the charcoal on the ground.

"I plan to cut down the camphor tree later and burn another batch of camphor wood charcoal, which will make it more fragrant!"

…

Two people weighed this batch of fired fruit charcoal.

A total of thirty kilograms.

Luo Fengtang found a hemp bag and put the charcoal in it.

"These charcoal should be enough for you to burn for several months."

"When this batch is finished, the next batch of camphor charcoal will be burned, and I will send it to your house then." Luo Fengtang said.
To be continued...