The wrong marriage: the arrogant husband comes to farm

Chapter 57 The day lily is cold
However, this strange "four unlikeness" pot has a pivotal position in Qin Mengyao's heart.

Qin Mengyao walked around the pot, thought for a while, and ran to the kitchen to take out a pile of firewood.Fortunately, Li Dazhuang had carried a lot of firewood back from the mountain before, and seeing that Nan's family had no firewood, he gave some to Qin Mengyao, so he didn't have to worry about lighting a fire for cooking.

However, Qin Mengyao has never used this stove before. After lighting it for a long time, there is no trace of flames. He kept filling it with firewood, but only saw billowing thick smoke, which made Qin Mengyao cry and runny nose. arrive.When the stove was lit, Aunt Li taught her for a whole day, but she didn't say a word about using the stove to start the fire.

Qin Mengyao groped to unload some of the firewood. Although there was still smoke coming out of it, it was much better. He took another deep breath, and the flames burst out suddenly. A smell of burnt protein emanated from Qin Mengyao's forehead, and when he touched it with his hand, the hair on his forehead was already curled up.

Regardless of these, Qin Mengyao added a handful of firewood to the stove, quickly fetched water, poured a pot of water from the small opening reserved on the pot, and sealed the small opening again.

After burning for a long time, the water in the pot finally boiled, and the condensed water vapor flowed through a small tube made of bark into the pottery bowl beside it, drop by drop, like rain in Qin Mengyao's eyes.

Qin Mengyao looked at the water gradually increasing in the bowl, and danced excitedly.

"Although these equipments are not as good as before, at least they can be used to make do with them. When they succeed in the future, I will ask someone to make a set of distillation tools," Qin Mengyao was thinking beautifully, and saw the ones he had picked out earlier on the mat. Some half-dried Sophora japonica flowers, intending to experiment with them first, bent down to pick up Sophora japonica flowers into the basket.

But when he heard a bang behind him, Qin Mengyao jumped up in fright.

I saw water stains on the ground everywhere, and there was a cloud of hot water vapor in the air.The water stains soon seeped into the soil, leaving only a pile of black and broken pots scattered around in a mess.And the flame that was finally ignited in the head of the pot has been extinguished by the water.

Qin Mengyao looked at the mess in discouragement, and slapped his forehead angrily, "Qin Mengyao, Qin Mengyao, although your hands-on ability is a bit weak, at least you can make up for it in terms of IQ, but you are so stupid that you use a tree Leather and cloth strips to bind and fix, this is good, and the day is wasted again!"

Fortunately, the dripping water did not harm the drying Sophora japonica, otherwise Qin Mengyao would have slapped himself twice.

Pulling himself together, he washed the pots and put them aside to dry. Looking at the tools in front of him, Qin Mengyao felt a little worried.I have to say that the conditions here are really bad.

Although Qin Mengyao did not expect to have the experimental conditions in the laboratory, Qin Mengyao had even prepared for the worst, but seeing everything now is still extremely depressed.

Of the three broken pots that I managed to dig out from the corner of the kitchen yesterday, the best one was missing a small half, but it can still be used to hold water, but the other two are too dilapidated to be seen. Qin Mengyao spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort to piece it together, and the remaining big gaps were pasted with bark as much as possible and wrapped with strips of cloth, but after the bark and strips of cloth passed through the water vapor, they slipped from the joints, and it was hard to get together. A piece of broken pot was separated again.

But what you can find around you is nothing more than these, even fabrics are extremely scarce, and there is no such thing as super glue for sealing, and those craftsmen who specialize in tinkering pots and irons can only go to the countryside in a year or so In this remote mountain village, if they wait for them to come, the day lilies will probably be cold.

(End of this chapter)