“I wasn’t sick on Saturday,” Lu Qiqi said.

"Not sick?" Mrs. Lu asked incredulously. "Then why does he keep complaining of pain?"

Lu Qiqi lifted up Saturday's clothes to show Lu Shi her white belly, which was round and plump like a small watermelon.

Suddenly remembering something, before Lu could speak, Lu Qiqi said, "He just has indigestion. He can drink some hawthorn water to help him digest."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Lu Qiqi's diagnosis and learned that Saturday was not seriously injured.

Looking at Zhou Liu lying on the bed with a face full of regret and heartache, Mrs. Lu said, "It's all my fault for acting crazy at noon and feeding Xiao Liu two big bowls of noodles. His stomach hasn't gone down all afternoon. He must be so uncomfortable from being so full!"

A short while later, Li Qingshan squeezed into the room with a bamboo jar and said to Madam Lu, "As long as you know you were wrong and won't do it again next time, that's fine. Hurry up and give Xiao Liu this hawthorn water to drink."

Mrs. Lu took the hawthorn water, gently lifted Liu Zhou up, placed the bamboo jar near Liu Zhou's mouth, and whispered, "Little Liu, drink some hawthorn water before you go to sleep."

Seeing that Saturday was alright, Lu Qiqi exposed the misunderstanding and went back to her room to take a bath in her spatial dimension.

...

The next morning, Lu Qiqi got up and made herself a cup of honey water.

Spring water with honey tastes absolutely amazing.

Lu Qiqi was thinking that she would also need to extract honeycomb residue to make beeswax today.

Let's do it!

Lu Qiqi poured the honeycomb residue into a basin of clean water and rinsed it roughly.

Lu Yao was rubbing her eyes when she went to the kitchen to wash up.

Seeing Lu Qiqi squatting on the ground, washing a pile of yellow waste, he asked curiously, "Sister, what are you talking about?"

Lu Qiqi looked up at Lu Yao and said, "I'm making you a balm to prevent your lips from chapping in winter, also known as lip balm."

"Hurry up and wash up, then come help me start the fire."

Lu Yao nodded and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Lu Yao, who had just come out of the bathroom, took the warm water that Lu Qiqi handed her and drank it. It was so sweet and delicious.

After drinking the spiritual spring honey water, Lu Yao instantly felt full of energy. She put down the bamboo jar and helped Lu Qiqi start a fire.

Lu Qiqi quickly cleaned the honeycomb residue and then put it into a pot to boil with water.

After the honeycomb residue was cooked until it was soft, Lu Qiqi scooped it out with a ladle and put it in cold water.

The honeycomb residue solidified instantly upon contact with cold water. Lu Qiqi shaped the solidified honeycomb wax into balls and placed them in a steamer lined with gauze. A bamboo basin was placed under the steamer to catch the water and steam the mixture.

Lu Qiqi did this to perform a second filtration, thoroughly removing any remaining debris from the beeswax.

Lu Qiqi filtered and steamed the honeycomb residue for nearly an hour before finally lifting the lid.

When the lid was lifted, the yellow honeycomb balls disappeared, leaving only dark, crumbly residue on the gauze.

Lu Yao panicked immediately, "Sister, what should we do? I burned the food, it's all gone!"

Lu Qiqi was surprised that Lu Yao thought she had cooked away the honeycomb. For a moment, she had a funny idea.

She suppressed a laugh and said, "What are we going to do? I washed it so carefully!"

Lu Yao was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. She couldn't tell that Lu Qiqi was teasing her, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Seeing that Lu Yao was about to burst into tears, Lu Qiqi realized that she had teased her too much and hurriedly said, "It's not lost, it's not lost, the beeswax is all down there."

As she spoke, Lu Qiqi removed the bamboo steamer lined with gauze. The golden soup in the bamboo basin was steaming hot. Lu Qiqi said, "It's all inside, perfectly fine!"

Lu Yao leaned closer to take a look at the steaming beeswax liquid, and then looked at Lu Qiqi's upturned lips, realizing that she had been tricked by Lu Qiqi again.

Lu Yao said irritably, "Sister is so mean, I'm not talking to you anymore."

After saying that, Lu Yao pouted and walked out of the kitchen.

Lu Qiqi knew she had angered Lu Yao, the little white rabbit. She didn't know what was wrong with her; she just wanted to tease Lu Yao.

It feels like a scumbag woman who likes to flirt with beautiful women, knowing it's wrong, but still doing it anyway.

"I'll have to coax her properly now," Lu Qiqi said, secretly gloating to herself.

Lu Qiqi set the steaming hot beeswax aside to cool and solidify before taking it out and storing it properly. This stuff can be used to make so many good things in the future.

...

After the factory was built, the villagers gradually placed the fired charcoal separately into black charcoal and white charcoal.

After a month, the factory was filled with the charcoal that had been burned.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the villagers stopped going up the mountain to cut firewood. They were all waiting to sell the charcoal for a good price so they could have money to get through the winter.

That day, just after Lu Qiqi's family had finished eating lunch, the village chief arrived leisurely.

Lu Dahai respected the village chief very much, not for any other reason than that when he was injured, the village chief brought gifts to visit him, and for that reason alone he had to respect him.

Lu Dahai quickly stood up and said, "Village Chief, please have a seat."

With Li Shoucai's help, the village chief sat down, and Li brought out two cups of hot tea and placed them on the table.

The village chief looked at the courteous and well-mannered Li and nodded with satisfaction.

Since the village chief is old and came in person, he must have something to say. Lu Dahai then greeted him, "Village chief, you could have just asked Shoucai to let you know if you had something to say. There's no need to trouble you to come all this way in this cold weather."

The village chief knew perfectly well that Lu Dahai was just being polite; if he really needed something, he would have to visit in person to show his sincerity.

The village chief paused for a moment and said, "Dahai, I won't beat around the bush with you. I'm thinking of taking the charcoal we burn in the village to town to sell in the next couple of days, and I'd like to borrow your oxcart for a bit."

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