CH 49.1

Xu He woke up late the next day, and Zhang Fangyuan had already left the door when he woke up. The butcher knew that he wouldn’t go to the city to set up a stall today, so he had an excuse to be even more unrestrained, and tossed him for a long time.

That person woke up according to the usual time this morning, and he was still alive and well. Xu He, who thought he was in good shape, was slightly discouraged. How could there be such a big gap between people.

Thinking that Zhang Fangyuan had already gone out, it would be fine for him to wake up late, so he stayed on the bed for a while before getting up, his whole body was sore.

Perhaps what Zhang Fangyuan said was right, the two of them hadn't done it for a while, and they became a little jerky again, which was not as smooth as before. Although he also felt this way, he couldn't follow Zhang Fangyuan's wish, otherwise he could take advantage of this and become more indulgent.

If you didn't have a good rest at night, it was fine to delay things the next day, but the most important thing was that the things you used were so precious, how could you afford to spend them every day?

Not only you wouldn’t lose a piece of meat if you tossed less, it would even be beneficial and harmless.

Thinking this way, Xu He rubbed his waist, walked to the wardrobe, opened the drawer where the things were stored away, and took away the extra bottles, leaving only the bottle opened last night, and for the other, he found a place to hide the things and made sure Zhang Fangyuan couldn't find them, so he was satisfied and went out to work.

The days passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was midsummer, the hot water in which the frogs were boiled would turn into boiling water before you knew it. The surrounding mountains and forests were luxuriant, with cicadas chirping in the morning and frogs singing at night, it was extremely noisy.

When Xu He was free, he went to the back mountain to cut a large basket of wormwood with the fulang from the Chen family next door, and came back. Put the wormwood in dustpan and let it dry in the yard, he didn’t need to put them evenly for a day, because the sun was shining brightly in May and June, they could be burnt directly.

In the hot summer season, the air seemed to be boiled, and Zhang Fangyuan loved to come and go shirtless at home, even during the day, and at night, the mosquitoes screamed like they wanted to eat people. Zhang Fangyuan’s rough and thick skin seemed to attract mosquitoes, so he just listened to him crackling and beating mosquitoes on his body all night.

When he didn't go to the city, he rushed back to cut old wormwood, dried it, twisted it into a rope, and threw it in the brazier at night to burn it. The smoke was not strong and it could repel mosquitoes.

At this time, mosquito repellent matchsticks made of wormwood were already sold in the city.

Xu He could also sell it. He knew that the reason why the matchsticks sold in the city were better than those made by ordinary people, because there was some realgar mixed in it. It was also good to add this ingredients by himself. He planned to make some and sell it himself, but thinking about using it at home, he was afraid that what he made was not enough for his own home, so he had to give up.

To prepare the mosquito repellent rope, he hung the mosquito net in the house early, and closed the windows shortly after noon, otherwise the mosquitoes that took the opportunity to fly into the house would stay in the house and keep biting people at night.

After a few trips inside and outside the house, he was already sweating profusely. Fortunately, the door of the main hall was open to cool off. Zhang Fangyuan went out to look for pig in the morning. He said that he had to travel far away and he wouldn’t come back for lunch.

Xu He ate simply, and his appetite was poor in the hot summer, so he picked a handful of water spinach in the field and ate it.

The young leaves were used for salad, cut off the old and hard vegetable stems, left the crisp and tender ones and cut them into small cylinders, put two green peppers, soaked the cowpeas, chopped them up and fried them together. It was appetizing and delicious.

Xu He often ate it with porridge.

Today he only used the leaves for cold salad, put a spoonful of pickle water, it was sour and delicious, there was no need to put vinegar, and the taste was even better than the cold dishes mixed with vinegar.

When the sun was the hottest outside after dinner, he didn't go to take a nap, and used thin bamboo strips to weave chicken coops in the main hall with the cool breeze blowing. At the end of the day, all the vegetables in the field were rolled up in the sun, that was, when the lush old trees were not energetic, Zhang Fangyuan came back with a bamboo hat and a bucket.

"How?"

Zhang Fangyuan took off his bamboo hat and put it behind the door. His whole body was steaming. Xu He could feel it from an elbow's distance away. He poured someone a bowl of herbal tea to relieve the heat.

"The pig is good, it's okay. I met two people who wanted to sell sheep, but I didn't agree." Zhang Fangyuan drank his tea in one sip: "The weather is hot, and it's even worse to eat mutton. Although mutton is cheaper in this season than in winter , but it’s not easy to sell. And I can’t keep it for two days, so I don’t want to buy it.”