Dismembered by five horses.
To be torn to pieces.
Turn them into human pigs!
Although it was only a very unlikely possibility, Su Jiaoniang was a cautious person, and she felt it was better to give a reminder.
“It’s alright!” Lu Wujiu said with a stern face.
Seeing Su Jiaoniang's distant manner, the blood flowing in his chest seemed to freeze, and he found it difficult to breathe.
Su Jiaoniang smiled and didn't continue the topic. She asked about some daily life and turned back to the outer courtyard. She glanced at the pile of chicken feathers. The washed down still had a smell. If she wanted to make winter clothes, she would have to wash away the smell.
The soap used for laundry at home does not have the ability to effectively remove stains and odors.
Su Jiaoniang frowned, her gaze falling on the ashes under the stove. Would soaking it in this water eliminate the chicken feather smell?
Su Jiaoniang took out the ashes from under the stove, put them in a wooden bucket, and soaked the chicken feathers in the ashes with water. After a night, she took them out the next day, changed the water, and washed them. The taste was much milder.
Therefore, Su Jiaoniang would soak some of the chicken feathers in the ashes she burned every day.
Lu Wujiu stood in the courtyard, watching Su Jiaoniang repeat this incomprehensible behavior, and asked, "What does this mean?"
“It’s cold in winter, but chickens, ducks and geese never freeze to death. If people wore clothes made of chicken or duck feathers, wouldn’t they be able to keep warm?” Su Jiaoniang asked rhetorically.
Lu Wujiu stared at the chicken feathers drying in the yard, reached out and touched them. There was no smell of chicken droppings or a strong greasy smell on the feathers.
Clean and tidy, it seemed worth a try. He stared at Su Jiaoniang's head and felt more and more that the person in front of him was unusual. Her perspective on things was different, and everything she did was based on practicality.
If it really could keep out the cold, which farmer wouldn't raise a few chickens? It would make winter a little easier.
If it doesn't keep you warm, there's no loss.
He returned to his study and began to write and draw on paper.
On the other side.
In the Lu family courtyard, Old Zhu was using scissors to cut the harvested ears of grain from the stalks. She gave Zhu a disdainful look.
Lazy people have a lot of bodily functions, and when they're working, they feel uncomfortable and uneasy in various ways.
She, an old woman, did all the harvest work.
This is the worst luck imaginable.
The wound on Zhu's buttocks had just healed a little. Meeting Old Zhu's disdainful gaze, she said, "Mother, didn't my second sister-in-law already hand over twenty taels of silver to the magistrate for us? Why are you still unhappy?"
"Where is Dashan?" Old Zhu felt even worse; she had the feeling that her second son had married into someone else's family.
Zhu lowered her head; Lu Dashan hadn't returned for several days, and she didn't know.
Old Zhu cursed at Zhu.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, and a man dressed as a constable greeted the people in the courtyard with a grin, "Is this the home of Lu Daishu, the scholar?"
"..." Scholar Lu?
Zhu jumped up abruptly, a sharp pain shooting through her wound, but she had no time to pay it any mind. She stared at the officer in front of her and asked, "What did you say!"
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