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    Ersha also carried a basket full of chestnuts on his back, walked up to Fugui with a big grin, his beard almost wet with saliva, held a handful in front of him, and said expectantly: "Sugar fried chestnuts!  "

    Cao Fugui rolled his eyes and scolded: "It's good to eat if you have something to eat, and fried with sugar!"

    Ersha, although his head is muddled, he seems to be becoming more and more attached to eating. Yesterday when he was released from the refining hut, he chanted a few words about roasted chestnuts in sugar, and he actually remembered them firmly.

    "Two idiots! What are you doing?! Don't go back to the house! I'm a fool, I don't know him anyway, and I won't let anyone fool me if I trick you into being a beast or a coolie, and I will send you back. I am  I did a lot of evil in my previous life"

    Grandma Sun rushed over, pinched Ersha's arm and cursed loudly.  Sun Liuzong followed behind and yelled at his second uncle viciously, all the chestnuts were his, and he was not allowed to give any of them to others!

    "How noisy?! No matter how noisy you are, don't divide the chestnuts! Let Sun Guangzong build roads and dig ponds to earn work points!"

    Shi Hesheng's eyes were like copper bells, and he shouted angrily.

    The Sun family is old, weak, sick, disabled, and a nest of muddy puddles on the ground. If they are not afraid of starving to death, their team will not be able to handle it. Who wants to take care of this puddle.  Fu Gui is willing to help the second idiot find a job, seeing the big idiot eat his face redly, he knows that he is subsidized for a lot of people, and he has the face to make trouble!

    Grandma Sun slapped her thigh, opened her throat to howl, somehow slipped under her foot, and fell onto a lump of hot dog shit with a slap, and ate a stinky mouthful.  Amidst the laughter of the crowd, her dark-faced son pulled her back in disgust.

    "Tsk tsk! [Lucky -2] is well-deserved! I just don't know how long it will last."

    Cao Fugui didn't care about the old woman's blindness, and murmured compassionately what only he understood, the big yellow dog's hair stood on end, its tail tucked up vigilantly, and it quietly dodged aside.

    Brother Fugui gave Sun Liugen a contemptuous look. This kid held chestnuts in his arms like treasures, and wanted to chew them as soon as he started. He was pricked by the bristles and cried loudly. It is estimated that this kid also snatched [Lucky-2] snacks.  .

    I'm afraid your grandpa will snatch some broken chestnuts, the eye holes are so small!  We didn¡¯t even have time to eat the rare bear¡¯s paws in our smelting house!

    Amidst the praise, Brother Fugui picked up Xiao Qiao and walked home with his nostrils upturned.

    Liu Cuifen, who was crying, saw her son whom she hadn't seen for a while. She wiped away her red and swollen eyes that seemed to never shed tears in astonishment, and just covered her mouth and sobbed and stared at Xiao Qiao.  Endless sorrow, but did not say a word.

    "Let's go!"

    Cao Fugui curled his lips and asked Xiao Qiao to go home with him on his crutches. Firstly, he cared for his new leg, and secondly, he kept a low profile so that the injury would not heal too quickly and attract attention.

    Xiao Qiao bowed her head in response, her voice was a little hoarse.

    Cao Fugui snorted and patted Xiao Qiao silently on the head. What is there to miss about such a mother?  Don't even worry about it.  With this skill, why not think about how to concoct bear paws!

    After researching these days, he also has a certain understanding of the behavior of the treasure furnace in the refinery that consumes spiritual energy. Generally speaking, the simpler the ratio and the processing of raw materials, the less spiritual energy is consumed.  And the more complicated the ingredients and formula sounded, the more ferocious the consumption of spiritual energy.

    Bear paws are good things, but this thing is one of the famous ancient eight treasures. The material is not a little bit better than ordinary meat, but much better.  Moreover, none of the cooking recipes are simple. The dozen or so sheets collected by the ancestors, such as "red grilled bear's paw", "pearl in the palm", "palace jade palm" which one is not steamed, boiled and stewed, and there are many processes?

    Thinking about the amount of spiritual energy consumed, the ring pendant given by grandma only has 18 pitiful "spiritual energy" left. I am afraid to grow food, I am afraid that it is not enough!  How can I be willing to covet this bit of appetite.

    Cao Fugui "carried" the dead black bear out of the bottom of the trap, full of grief and indignation that he wanted to eat but could not get it, chopped off the four bear paws, and stored them in the fresh-keeping "medicine cabinet" grid, and saved them later when the jade spirit was abundant.  Concocted.

    But the torn piece of skin on the bear's body should be tanned well, and then grandma can mend it with her skillful hands, and she can make a bear skin jacket for grandpa.

    No matter how difficult the past few years, Grandma and Second Aunt always racked their brains and skillfully made some new clothes for the children and adults.  It's the youngest Miao'er. Although "the new boss, the old second, and the broken third", she always wears old clothes that the elder sister and Baofeng can't wear in turn, but sometimes the elder sister in the city will pull a piece of cloth for the younger girls.  Dress up.

    There is only one person in the family who has never worn new clothes, and that is Grandpa. According to him, the old man is old, why wear such fancy clothes?  New clothes for women and children.  his cottonbsp;The design of the entrance to the cellar is a bit strange. When the second uncle carefully placed the oil lamp and looked down, Cao Fugui also stretched his neck curiously to look down. After seeing it, he was very disappointed. It was a straight and general stone staircase.  There are no tricks, how can there be the slightest style of Qiu Bancheng?

    The oil lamp was still on, Cao Fugui was eager to try, and wanted to go in, but he was grabbed by his second uncle who listened to his mother's words. He insisted on waiting until the silt was gone, and then let the rope go down first.  To be an uncle is to be a pioneer.

    Cao Fugui waited so restlessly and impatiently, he finally saw his second uncle pulling the rope as a signal to let him go down, and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

    Stepping down the stairs and seeing the ground illuminated by the kerosene lamp clearly, Fugui's heart feels cold.

    The cellar was quite big and dug deep. It was square and square, and it was as big as the three wing houses of his house put together.  Can future generations eat ashes and enjoy the cool?  !

    No, it's not empty either.

    A few well-crafted camphorwood boxes, with the lids open, were discarded in the dusty cellar, with a few pieces of silk, satin and ornaments scattered around the sides, and there were traces of heavy objects being dragged on the ground.  It seems that although the cellar was not discovered by the masses, he did not forget to take all the good things when the old man of the Qiu family ran away!

    Cao Fugui, who was full of dreams of getting rich, was deeply shocked, and he cursed the Qiu family for being cheap and grandpa, who didn't pay attention to it, and didn't know how to leave something for future generations.

    The second uncle of the Cao family relaxed a little. He did everything his mother asked him to do. As long as he brought the rich lady home peacefully, this inexplicable errand would be over.  Although I don't know why I came to this place, but what my mother told me is always right.

    Seeing his nephew staring in a daze, he was also a little anxious, so he gave a slight push: "Rich, rich? Can you leave? If someone comes later, it will be bad if you see it, and you can't tell."

    "Okayhuh? Wait!"

    Fugui was disheartened, and was thinking that the loss would be a big one, or should it be done early and go back early, when he suddenly saw a camphor wood box with a little protrusion in the corner?  His heart moved, he rushed forward, lifted the rotten silk and satin on the bottom, revealing a section of smooth jade.

    He was overjoyed, picked up the rather beautiful jade piece, lightened his hand, and only picked out a fragment.  It turned out that this was a white jade ruyi with a long handle. It must have been accidentally broken when carrying it, and it was broken into several pieces.

    Cao Fugui pinched the Ruyi pommel that was as moist and white as suet in his hand, and snorted heavily in his nose. Fortunately, Grandpa's treasure of Lianlu didn't dislike jade being broken or broken.

    Putting the broken Yu Ruyi into his arms, he resentfully said to his second uncle: "Second uncle, you go up first, and I will follow you. Grandma asked me to pack something."

    When Uncle Cao climbed up to the pavilion to look around, Cao Fugui quickly released a pile of homemade grain bricks from the refinery, filling most of the cellar in an instant.  Although he tried his best to calm down, he still made some noise.

    After climbing out of the pavilion, he helped the second uncle restore the cover and carefully covered up the traces. When Cao Fugui looked up, he saw the second uncle was hesitant to speak, looked at him solemnly, and sighed deeply.  hugged him.

    Cao Fugui was stunned, wondering what happened to the second uncle?

    Only the second uncle's deep voice came from the bottom of his head: "Fugui, alas! Don't think too much. Nong grandma milks her, she is also difficult! Nong will always be the direct son and grandson of my old Cao family!"

    Cao Fugui was struck by lightning, and he didn't know how his second uncle got here.

    No, no, Second Uncle, Lennon spends his days day by day, what kind of paste is in his head?  !  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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