Chapter 262 Is this what Big Brother meant by the evil human heart?
Before being poured into the mold, the soap that almost made Xu Yu's hands numb was so sticky and fluid that it had no shape or substance.
After a month of air-drying and saponification, the unformed soap liquid solidifies and dries, removing excess moisture and becoming warm and thick to the touch.
With a gentle tap along the bottom of the mold, the snow-white soap in the mold falls onto the soft cloth laid out in advance. The condensed petals are clearly visible and are neatly removed from the mold and arranged in a row.
At first glance, it looks like a delicate flower blooming in spring, white, tender and delicate, and it is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.
If nothing else, at least it looks great.
Aunt Xu, who had been concentrating and waiting for a long time, couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my, this is actually hard?"
Those greasy and white things before can really become hard after a month?
Xu Wenxiu's face was filled with surprise. She lifted her handkerchief and brought it to her nose to sniff. She smiled and said, "Normally, lard has a bit of a fishy smell and makes your hands greasy. But this stuff doesn't have those problems. If you smell it carefully, there's even a faint fragrance."
It is neither the greasy smell of lard nor the pungent smell of wood ash.
It was clear that something was added during the making process, and everyone saw it, but the finished product in front of them was different from everything that was added.
If Sang Zhixia hadn't said it, no one would have guessed that the white and delicate soap flower in her hand was actually made with lard as the base.
Sang Zhixia was also happy.
Sang Zhixia grabbed a soap flower and urged Xu Yu, "Don't just stand there and watch. Go get your soiled clothes and try them on. Whichever is dirtiest will do!"
Xu Yu, who was quietly removing the mold, raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said helplessly, "Why are you looking for me for dirty clothes?"
"Xu Mingyang."
Xu Mingyang, who was hesitating whether to take a bite of the soap flower, looked up blankly: "Brother?"
"Go and get those dirty clothes you hid yesterday."
Xu Mingyang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his fur instantly exploded: "I'm not, I don't have it! I..."
"You have."
Xu Yu said cruelly and calmly, "Yesterday, when you were writing calligraphy, you knocked over your inkstone and spilled ink all over you."
"That dress is very dirty."
Xu Mingyang: “…”
Xu Yu lowered his eyes and continued to remove the mold, saying slowly, "Go and take it out. Don't hide it."
Xu Mingyang seemed unable to believe what was happening. Shock and astonishment were written all over his little face, and his open mouth was trembling silently.
The old man who was watching with a smile on his face looked up sharply and asked: "Why did you knock over the inkstone when writing big characters?"
Xu Jinxi was cautious and outspoken at her age. She stared at the delicate soap flower and said without looking up, "Because Third Brother hid a little mouse under the table, the mouse escaped when Third Brother was writing big characters."
"Little rat?!"
Now the person with a look of horror on his face became Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia said in disbelief: "Where did this little mouse come from?!"
"If it's not our rat, then there are no rats in our house!"
Xu Mingyang waved his hands anxiously and explained, "The little mouse was caught outside by Huo Jiandan and the others. I am..."
"You're still catching mice?!"
Aunt Xu's face was as gloomy as water. She gently put down the soap flower in her hand, stared at Xu Mingyang, whose forehead was sweating with anxiety, and said, "Xu Mingyang, what's going on?"
Xu Mingyang had no way to defend himself.
At such a young age, he experienced the pain and sorrow of being stabbed in the back.
As soon as he told the truth, he not only received a beating from Aunt Xu, but was also forced to take out the dirty clothes he had carefully hidden.
The brat was afraid of being discovered, so he dug a deep pit in the backyard and buried the clothes stained black with ink in it.
It was originally a green material, dyed with ink and rolled in mud. When it was dug out, it was not much better than the ones taken from beggars on the street.
It really is dirty laundry.
Sang Zhixia groaned and couldn't bring herself to do it.
Second Aunt Xu decisively glanced at Xu Mingyang and said, "Go get some water and wash yourself!"
Xu Mingyang sniffed in frustration, resigned himself to moving the clothes that were so dirty that their original colors could not be seen into the wooden basin, and went to fetch water with tears in his eyes.
Xu Yu was also thoughtful enough to prepare something hot for him.
Xu Mingyang squatted on the ground, rubbing his clothes while muttering indignantly, "Brother!"
"You clearly agreed not to expose me!"
How long has it been?!
Overnight!
The big brother who had stood by him cruelly abandoned him overnight. What kind of world is this?!
Xu Yu threw a piece of soap flower that had been ruined by not being released from the mold smoothly to Xu Mingyang. Under Xu Mingyang's accusing gaze, he said lightly: "You are still young."
Xu Mingyang: "Ah?"
"So, I need to let you see what it means to be evil in the human heart."
Xu Yu patted Xu Mingyang on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Some things I just say are fine, but why do you really believe them?"
Xu Mingyang grabbed his wet clothes and trembled in the corners of his eyes.
Xu Yu said seriously, "Look at your second brother. He never believes what I say."
Whatever came from Xu Yu's mouth, no matter what it was, would always go through several twists and turns in Xu Minghui's mind once it entered his ears. Before he could verify the authenticity, Xu Minghui would not believe a single word of it.
Xu Mingyang is different.
This kid believes whatever he hears.
For a moment, Xu Yu looked at Xu Mingyang with pity. It was really hard to understand how such a stubborn person could appear in the Xu family.
When it comes to cunning, let alone Xu Minghui, this kid is not even as good as the five-year-old Xu Mingxu.
Xu Yu unconsciously said what was in his heart. The old man distributed the roasted chestnuts to the younger ones and said without looking up, "You think too highly of him."
"Mingyang's kindness is not even as good as our Jinxi's."
Xu Jinxi is just four years old.
Xu Mingyang puffed up his cheeks in protest, but before he could say anything, he heard the sharp sound of a stick breaking through the wind.
Aunt Xu said expressionlessly, "Just wash your clothes!"
"If you don't wash this dress clean, don't even think about going out this month!"
Xu Mingyang pursed his lips and whimpered as he scrubbed diligently. Xu Yanran saw this from the side and shook her head with mixed feelings.
There's really no way around this.
The mud is not difficult to wash off, but the ink is difficult.
The color stained by ink is the most difficult to wash off, no matter whether you use soapnuts or wood ash.
In the past, if Xu Mingyang's light-colored clothes were stained with such a large ink stain, it would be basically impossible to wash the color out of the clothes.
From now on, I can only wear it at home. If I wear it outside, I will definitely be laughed at.
He wasn't very good at studying, but he did drink a lot of ink that got on his clothes.
But surprisingly, when I used the freshly made soap flowers today, the black ink was washed away completely.
After rinsing it with water three times, there is no trace left and the color is as bright as before.
Xu Mingyang was pleasantly surprised that he was clean enough and no longer had to stay at home locked up, while the others were amazed at the usefulness of a small soap flower.
Aunt Xu said happily, "It can even wash out ink. After washing, it feels softer than soap nuts and doesn't make your hands greasy!"
There is no trace of the greasy feel of lard, it is soft, clean and has a light soapy fragrance, which cannot be compared with soapberry ash.
Xu Mingyang, feeling anxious, saw everyone laughing. He looked around, tugged at his clothes, and whispered tentatively, "Mom, can I go out and play now?"
Before Second Aunt Xu could say anything, the old man's voice rang out faintly, "What are you going out for?"
"I can't calm down when writing big characters. It shows that I still have too much energy."
"From today on, you will add five more pieces of calligraphy every day."
Xu Mingyang's expression was blank and his eyes were filled with despair. He trembled and said, "Grandfather, I washed it all!"
The old man glanced at him and said: "It's clean because your sister-in-law made good soap flowers. What does the credit of the soap flowers have to do with you?"
"But……"
"If you write more, I can increase the number of articles to six per day."
Xu Mingyang took a deep breath and swallowed the protest that was on the tip of his tongue. He kept winking at Sang Zhixia as if asking for help: "Sister-in-law, I..."
Sang Zhixia turned around silently, held up a soap flower, and said to Xu Yu in a serious tone, "Look at this pattern, it's so well done!"
Xu Mingyang: “…”
Is this what Big Brother meant by the evil nature of human nature?
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