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Chapter 61 The Second Descendant

Du Juan was about to quarrel with her father, Du Zhong.

Seeing this, Luo Xuan quickly broke up the fight: "Uncle Zhong, it's okay, she also meant well. It's too late for me to be grateful, so how can I be angry?"

Every time I call Eucommia ulmoides as "Uncle Zhong", I always feel a little weird in my heart.

Because the honest, short man in front of me didn't look like he was educated.

Think about it.

His parents cannot be highly educated.

Bo Zhong Shu Ji.

This is the ranking among ancient brothers.

Eucommia ulmoides is also the name of a Chinese medicinal material.

The person who can give him such an elegant name should be someone with some culture.

But looking left and right, Luo Xuan couldn't make any connection between the Eucommia ulmoides in front of him and the word "culture".

After dinner, it was already getting late.

Luo Xuan stayed at Du Zhong's house that night, waiting until dawn tomorrow so that he could go into the mountain to have a look.

That night.

Luo Xuan, whose stomach was full, ran into the space again in order to digest his food, fed some earthworms to the eels and chickens, and threw a handful of grass to the rabbits.

Add a few dried sweet potatoes to the little rabbits and let them nibble on them; sprinkle a handful of rice to the chickens and let them peck at them.

After taking care of the panting animals, Luo Xuan turned around and looked at mushrooms, corn, and rice seeds.

Seeing that they were growing very well, Luo Xuan felt relieved.

Raising eels, rabbits and chicks can only be regarded as a side job.

These breathless crops are your main business, so you have to worry more about them.

Luo Xuan worked in the space for a while, and after his stomach felt less uncomfortable, he ducked back to the room where he was staying.

After lying on the bed for a while, Luo Xuan fell asleep peacefully.

In the mountains, even in the middle of summer, it is very cold at night, so you need to cover yourself with a thick quilt to sleep.

And there are no mosquitoes in the mountains.

This allowed Luo Xuan, who was reborn in the world, to have a good, solid sleep for the first time outside of space!

Wait until the next day.

Luo Xuan was woken up by the smell of food and the smell of fireworks from the smoke in the room.

Open your eyes and take a look.

The faint light coming from the cracks in the wall told Luo Xuan that the sky outside was actually not bright yet.

It's just that people in the mountains are hardworking.

Every day before dawn, Cuckoo would get up and light a fire to cook and boil water to make tea.

The mountains are rich in products.

In addition to the salt and some necessary medicines necessary for daily life, mountain residents need to go out to buy them.

The mountains can provide the mountain people with all the other daily necessities.

The strong tea that Du Juan's father needs to drink is grown and roasted by the family themselves, so there is no need to buy it outside.

"It's still dark, why can't you sleep a little longer?"

While Du Juan was lighting the fire and cooking, she said without looking back to Luo Xuan, who was sleeping next door to the main room: "Do you think the quilt on the bed is dirty? In fact, it was the quilt I just changed for you. It was just dyed at home."

The color of the homespun cloth that comes out is not as bright as the foreign cloth, and it doesn’t look as clean as it is.”

When Luo Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but secretly admire Du Juan for her keen intuition.

Look down at the quilt Du Juan mentioned, and then think about the quilt you use for sleeping at home. That is called a dirty quilt!

It's not that Luo Xuan is lazy and doesn't want to wash his own quilt.

But the quilt now in Luo Xuan's new home is still the old quilt he brought out when the family was separated.

It was made from the unqualified cotton picked out by the purchasing station after the "requisition" from above, and the cotton cloth spun by Wang herself at home.

This kind of cotton has loose yarn and large gaps between the warp and weft threads.

Therefore, the shrinkage rate of this kind of homespun cloth is very high, and it is also extremely wear-resistant.

If Luo Xuan had used the cotton cloth for several years, it would not be 2 meters long if it was dismantled and washed. I could wash it until it was only 1.5 meters long.

Moreover, the cotton fabric on the quilt has been extremely worn.

This thin cotton cloth, as long as it sees water and rubs it a few times, will turn into rags like a soul-calling flag.

In the countryside.

Holding the soul-calling flag, everyone will howl a few times, real or fake, and then carry it to the mountain. Then everyone will do whatever they want.

There is just one missing person in the production team, just like weeds on the field, they wither and flourish every year, there is nothing to make a fuss about.

Everyone is still busy!

But if Luo Xuan's tattered quilt was torn, he wouldn't even be able to cry.

Although Luo Xuan is very confident that through his own efforts, his life will definitely not be too miserable in the future.

But change always requires a process. To improve your living conditions, you need to do it step by step slowly, just like spring rain moistening things, it must be done quietly.

Luo Xuan didn't know if he would pull his balls if he took too big a step.

But that will definitely bring you big trouble, that’s for sure!

So now Luo Xuan doesn't plan to spend money on replacing quilts or purchasing mosquito nets.

My original body has endured it for so many years, not less than these few months.

Not in a hurry.

Du Juan exchanged a few words with Luo Xuan. Seeing that Luo Xuan didn't say a word, Du Juan asked again, "Luo Xuan, are you unable to sleep after changing your bed? Are you not used to sleeping?"

People had already asked him by name, so Luo Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "No, I slept very soundly last night."

"Yeah, geeky..."

Du Juan covered her mouth and chuckled, "I actually listened to your snoring all night!"

Luo Xuan blushed and did not dare to say a word.

"He~tui"!

Eucommia ulmoides took an enamel jar with an inch of tea stain on it, stood at the door of the main room, and sprayed a mouthful of overnight phlegm out of the room.

Attracting several big roosters and their harem of more than a dozen hens, they all came to grab food.

Taking a sip of the surprisingly strong old tea, Eucommia ulmoides raised her voice and said to Luo Xuan in the room: "Luo Xuan, it doesn't look like it's raining today. If you really make up your mind to go into the mountains, you'd better go with Du Juan earlier.

Go ahead."

Seeing that Luo Xuan didn't answer.

Eucommia ulmoides spoke again: "The situation in the mountains is complicated, far beyond your imagination. I think back then, my father was a bandit there... Ahem, cough, cough, when my father was a local gangster in the mountains, there was no such thing as

Don’t stumble in the mountains!”

Regardless of whether Luo Xuan heard it or not, Eucommia ulmoides continued to talk to himself: "At that time, those people inside had Hanyang-made, bastard boxes! Aren't they still bitten by snakes from time to time, and tortured by Wong Tai Sin?

"

"If you encounter a wild boar, you'd better not move. If it raises its mane and scratches its hooves at you..."

Du Zhong paused, scratched his head and said: "Then it depends on whether you can run fast... Hahaha!"

Luo Xuan got dressed and walked out of the room.

At this time, Du Juan held two boiled eggs in her hand and was about to send them to Du Zhong.

Hearing her father's irritating laugh, Dujuan pouted and stuffed the egg into Luo Xuan's arms, "Here, let's eat it for you. If he wants to laugh, just let him laugh to his heart's content! What kind of person, even grandpa used to

All the things about being a country bumpkin were brought out and talked about.

Whose ancestors have not had a little mud on their trouser legs for three generations? Is there anything worth mentioning?"

As she said that, Du Juan didn't care about the embarrassment on her father's face.

She stretched out her hand to push Luo Xuan, "You go and get ready. When the dew drops less, I will take you into the mountain."

Luo Xuan nodded, accepting the matter.


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