Genius 86

After cooking, the lights at home were turned off. In order to save energy, they only lit a candle in the middle of the round table. The view was not very good, but Qiao Songzhi knew that if she put it back, her daughter would definitely put it back again. She would take action when the time came.

When it got older, it would be embarrassing for her in-laws to see it. She had no choice but to eat it by herself.

Turning around, she told Qiao Qingqing that there was no need to do this in the future, "There is no shortage of food and drink at home, but I am missing that piece of chicken drumstick. I will eat it by myself from now on. Your mother-in-law is treating you well, you have to appreciate it."

"I appreciate it, but I never like to eat chicken in chicken soup. I only like to drink soup. Mom, just help me eat it." Qiao Qingqing hugged her mother and acted coquettishly. Qiao Songzhi soon couldn't hold it anymore, and the corners of her eyes

A smile overflowed, but he said disgustedly, "You are still picky at this time, so quickly get rid of this bad habit."

"Change, change, change, I will change it later."

On the second night after the temperature dropped, the lowest temperature dropped to minus 40 degrees Celsius. Shao Shenggan got up to check the wiring, and Qiao Qingqing went to the second bedroom and the attic to take a look around before she felt reassured.

"The line is still open, come here, I will hold you." Shao Sheng'an got into the quilt and motioned for Qiao Qingqing to lean against him.

Qiao Qingqing squeezed into his arms, feeling the warmth from the quilt and Shao Sheng'an's body, and soon fell asleep.

Shao Sheng'an patted her back gently, and she fell asleep at some point.

Downstairs, Grandma Wang and her family couldn't sleep at first. One was sad that a relative had passed away, and the child at home was still feeling unwell. The other was because it was freezing cold and couldn't adapt to the temperature. Her hands and feet felt like lumps of ice, so they couldn't sleep.

.Until Grandma Wang’s granddaughter Wang Jiaxin said strangely, “Why do I feel that the room is not as cold as before?”

"It's not cold, Mom, it's still so cold." Grandma Wang's great-granddaughter shouted Leng.

"I really feel a little warmer, and the air is not so freezing when I breathe."

"Auntie, I feel it too, it's warm from above," Wang Jiale's daughter said.

"I'll get up and take a look"

Grandma Wang said to her, "Stop fussing, all the heat you finally saved has been lost."

Wang Jiaxin put down the quilt and put on her clothes shivering. She raised her head and stretched her hands upward. With a thought in her heart, she quickly moved a chair and stood on it.

"Why are you moving the chair? Be careful in the dark."

Unexpectedly, it was not enough for my granddaughter to climb the chair. She got out of bed and went to the next door to knock on the door and call her husband over.

The whole family was so excited by her tossing, but Wang Jiaxin was very excited and just said, "Wait a minute, wait for my discovery."

Candles were lit at home, and at Wang Jiaxin's request, her husband resisted her with his shoulders and stood on the chair. Grandma Wang looked on and almost fainted, and kept telling Wang Jiale to help her brother-in-law, "Don't fall."

Wang Jiaxin held her breath and touched the ceiling as she wished.

"Put me down"

After coming down, she lowered her voice and told her family, "The ceiling is hot" as if she had discovered a treasure.

Everyone was surprised when they heard it, and then they didn't believe it.

"It's true. If you don't believe it, go and touch it yourself."

Wang Jiale carried his wife on his back. His wife was also sure that the ceiling was hot. She had tried both rooms and found that they were both hot.

"Amazing."

"Say it's not a fire upstairs."

"It's impossible. It's impossible for the whole ceiling to be warm by burning a fire." Wang Jiale asked Grandma Wang, "Grandma, didn't you say that Xiao Qiao's family was undergoing renovations in the past few months? Did they install floor heating?"

Grandma Wang thought hard and shook her head, "I didn't ask. Anyway, it was just rattling. The water tank was moved up there, and there were big boxes. I don't know what they were."

Wang Jiale was a little disappointed.

His daughter suddenly said, "Dad, I heard Aunt Song downstairs say that Aunt Qiao's house has floor heating. What is floor heating, Dad?"

Wang Jiale was pleasantly surprised, "It seems like our family is really getting the benefit of the doubt."

The uncle sighed, "We don't have floor heating in our house. Even if they turn on the floor heating, how much heat will it bring to our house."

"It would be great if it can get a few degrees warmer at home. Even though they are both below zero, there is still a difference between minus 40 degrees and minus 30 degrees. Okay, I'll take a thermometer to test it, and I'll go next door tomorrow to find out what their house is like at night.

What's the temperature of the room?" Wang Jiale has grown a lot and told his children not to talk outside.

"Otherwise, I'll throw you out to freeze popsicles."

The children covered their mouths.

"Okay, okay, good children won't talk nonsense, I will teach them." Grandma Wang said.

"Go to sleep, we have to collect firewood tomorrow."

The next day, Wang Jiale went to 702 next door to inquire.

"I don't have a thermometer at home. It's cold anyway, no matter what the temperature is."

Wang Jiale went to 802 to ask Zheng Tiehui.

"Damn it, I watched it before going to bed last night. It was -43 degrees Celsius. I couldn't sleep all night. It was freezing to death." After complaining, Zheng Tiehui asked strangely, "Why do you ask this?"

"I'm just curious. Your house is on the eighth floor and mine is on the seventh floor. Will the temperatures on different floors be different?"

Zheng Tiehui sneered, "How much difference can there be? It's not a difference of dozens of levels."

Wang Jiale visited Qiao Qingqing's house again. When he opened the door, Qiao Qingqing knew from the look in his eyes that the Wang family already knew. She had nothing to worry about, so she smiled and asked him what was wrong.

Wang Jiale saw her openness and seemed not to be afraid of him telling her. He smiled bitterly in his heart, how could he tell it? Wouldn't it be harmful to others and not beneficial to himself? Qiao Qingqing seemed to have a good relationship with his grandmother. This friendship was rare, and he didn't want to take advantage.

801's ability to turn on floor heating is their specialty, and it would be great if their home can follow suit and get a little heat.

"We are going to find wood, do you want to go?"

"I won't go to my house. I picked up some wood before, which is enough for the time being."

"That's good. I'll go downstairs first. Uncle Zheng opened the iron door. Remember to lock it."

Qiao Qingqing locked the door and went back to her room. At home, Shao's father was lighting the coal stove on the balcony, and the escape window was open for ventilation.

"It's all cigarettes, cough cough." Shao's mother coughed, "Whether you can light it or not, I'll do it."

"I don't know how. Look, isn't this already on fire?" Shao's father sealed the oven door and said to let it simmer for a while.

"Let me get some sweet potatoes and throw them in and stew them together." Qiao Qingqing said.

When Shao Shengfei heard about roasted sweet potatoes, he said happily, "Okay, okay!"

Qiao Qingqing went to the kitchen to get sweet potatoes and found a few thin ones. Father Shao took them and put them in the oven one by one.

When Shao Sheng'an said it was time to have breakfast, the unique sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes emitted from the stove.

"It smells so good. Is it ripe?" he asked.

Father Shao shook his head with experience, "It's still early. It'll be almost done after breakfast."

"Today it's still fish fillet porridge. It's so delicious. Sheng'an's craftsmanship is getting better and better." Qiao Songzhi praised.

Today's fish fillet porridge still adds a lot of ginger, which makes it taste spicy and delicious.

"I also added some chili pepper, a little bit, can you eat it?" Shao Sheng'an asked with a smile.

"It's a little spicy and delicious." Qiao Qingqing nodded. "Eating something spicy can keep you warm, but it's also easy to get angry. Plus we use floor heating and it's too dry. I'll boil some honeysuckle water to drink later."

"Add rock sugar," Shao Shengfei said quickly.

"I know, I'll add more rock sugar."

"Don't listen to Feifei. It's not good to eat anything that's too sweet. Qingqing, just add the right amount." Shao's father patted Shao Shengfei's head.

After breakfast, the sweet potatoes were indeed ready. Each person shared one. It was really too hot. Qiao Qingqing tossed it with her left and right hands. Shao Sheng'an took it and helped her peel it and put it in a bowl. Then he inserted a spoon and said, "Eat it."

"It's quite sweet, like when I was a kid." Qiao Qingqing said nostalgically. She looked at Shao Sheng'an, and Shao Sheng'an remembered what happened when they were teenagers. When was that day in high school? It was probably a certain weekend, when they

They were all students living on campus. He invited Qiao Qingqing to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and took her to dig a hole on the hillside near the school and collect firewood. The roasted sweet potatoes were sent to his aunt's family from home, and he secretly kept two of them.

"Do you still remember?"

Qiao Qingqing squinted her eyes and took another bite without responding to him. The sweet and soft sweet potatoes bloomed on her taste buds, simple and delicious. When she ate the sweet potatoes, she seemed to have returned to that autumn. At that time, it was the first time for her to eat them.

It was so amazing, so fun, and so delicious to see sweet potatoes like this. Her mother was very strict with her, and she was also very strict with herself. The experience of digging a pit and roasting sweet potatoes under a hillside was unprecedented for her.

, a happy memory worth remembering and cherishing.

"There are so many people walking outside, wow, that guy can fly," Shao Shengfei suddenly shouted loudly while sitting on the balcony eating sweet potatoes.

Qiao Songzhi looked over and said, "Hey, you must be wearing roller skates. You are skating really fast."

"What are skates?" Shao Shengfei asked, raising his head.

Seeing Shao Shengfei's big eyes, Qiao Songzhi felt regretful, so she spoke in a very gentle tone, "It's a kind of shoe that can skate on ice. After putting it on, you can fly like the person outside."

Shao Shengfei yearned even more for "Does our family have one?"

"We have it at home too."

Qiao Qingqing took out the skates and skating sticks, one for each person. Originally, she wanted to buy a snowmobile, but then she thought about how to use other supplies. Buying a snowmobile was too flamboyant.

It's gone, and it's of little use. They should only be able to survive around this renovated house in the past few years, and have no need to go out for long distances. For slightly farther distances, they can do it with skates. Buy a snowmobile.

For the money, it is better to buy a few more bags of rice.

"When I usually go out, I wear snow non-slip boots if I'm not in a hurry, and I wear skates if I'm in a hurry. The weather is nice today, let's go downstairs to practice. My eldest brother hasn't gone downstairs for a long time, so my parents asked him to do the same.
To be continued...