Chapter 145: 75.2

    Lu Gu washed all the pots and bowls, scooped water out with a large laddle, and Shen Xuanqing opened the lid of the clay pot and looked inside, there were indeed not many left, so he put down the clay pot, picked up the candlelight and rummaged under the desk.

    In the past two years, it snowed and he had no work. He planed and peeled the wood, and made two shallow bowls. He didn't learn from a carpenter, so the workmanship was not good, and he didn't use them much. There were other bowls at home to serve rice and vegetables, it was better to use this wooden bowl for badger oil, which was also convenient to take.

    Lu Gu wiped the pot clean with a cloth, and only then did he add two and a half buckets of water into the pot. Needless to say, Shen Yan added a lot of firewood to the bottom of the stove, and the fire started roaring.

    "Wipe more oil on your hands and feet, and less when you wipe your face." Shen Xuanqing said as he dug out the badger oil.

    Lu Gu picked up the washing pot and was about to go out to pour it. Hearing this, he looked over, nodded and said, "Yes, I see."

    When the cold wind blew in winter, the face was prone to get chapped when exposed outside, and someone would wipe a little lard to moisturize it.

 

    After a busy day, when Lu Gu finally sat on the bed and soaked his feet in hot water, he felt very relaxed. Now he and Shen Xuanqing were not so restrained when they soaked their feet together, they could lift their feet and rub them by themselves.

    Shen Xuanqing saw that he was rubbing his feet by himself, and his white feet were stacked together, so he suddenly lifted his feet and pressed them on Lu Gu's feet.

    The big feet that belonged to the man pressed his feet, Lu Gu raised his eyes helplessly, and saw a pair of smiling star eyes. For some reason, seeing Shen Xuanqing smiling like this, his ears turned red, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his feet out.

    Unexpectedly, Shen Xuanqing would not let go, and the two of them "discussed" with their feet in the wooden basin, and a little water splashed out from time to time.

 

    It was Shen Yan who was walking and shouting outside that made the two of them stopped their childish behavior.

    "Brother Guzi, my mother, sister-in-law and I have wiped the oil badger, now it’s your turn." Before she finished speaking, the half-closed door opened, and Shen Yan came in with a wooden bowl.

    The candlestick on the table was lit, Shen Yan put the bowl on it, glanced at the two people who were soaking their feet, and said, "Then I'll go back to sleep first."

    "Well, go to bed soon." Shen Xuanqing agreed, and Shen Yan went out .

    After washing his feet, Lu Gu wanted to get out of the bed to get the badger oil, but was stopped by Shen Xuanqing: "Go to bed, and I'll get it for you."

    Every time after washing his feet, Shen Xuanqing went out to pour the water, and Lu Gu also followed suit after hearing this. He supported his body with his hands and moved inside the bed, his face was wiped just now, now he just needed to wipe his hands and feet.

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    After applying it, it really felt different. When you wiped it on your hands and feet, it would be warm and moist, and you didn’t need to be afraid of being too oily if you wiped it more. Tang pozi warmed the bed, and the rough feeling of friction between the skin and the bedding was much less when you were lying in it.

    When Shen Xuanqing poured water and came back, Lu Gu looked at him when he closed the door, and said in a low voice, "You wipe it too."

    "I don't need it, I don't feel dry yet." He only wiped his hands and feet when he felt it dry and cold. He was a big man, and he didn't have the patience to apply it like this.

    But after getting into the bed, he felt that Lu Gu's hands were moist, he often touched his fulang's hands, and now he suddenly felt different, not as dry as before.

    Badger oil was indeed a good thing. Kept some more this year. Badger oil that had been stored for more than three years was more effective. He could buy these things and give them to Lu Gu every year in the future.

   The sun was out and there was no wind yet. It was warm and shining, and it was another fine weather.

    Lu Gu boiled the paste, and then he, Wei Lanxiang and Shen Yan went to the courtyard to dry the rag for shoes while the weather was sunny. There was nothing else to do in winter, and it was the customary work of women and fulangs to make the shoes soles.

    There were many people in the family, and there were many clothes to use. Not to mention the old clothes and cotton-padded clothes, they also bought some old clothes and rags from the villagers. They washed them all in the water the day before yesterday.

    Different from other farmers, Shen Xuanqing often ran in the mountains, and he was also a person who spent a lot of shoes, no matter whether it was winter or summer, he had to prepare several pairs of shoes.

    He was almost nineteen years old now. He had grown rapidly in the past few years, but stopped in the past two years. He had grown so tall and wouldn’t grow any longer. Wei Lanxiang felt relieved, when she thought about making shoes for him, if he grew taller, the shoes she made in winter would be too small to wear, and she would have to redo them.

 

    Sometimes Shen Yan didn't like her family talking about her, but she was still very obedient and earnestly learnt from Wei Lanxiang how to make the soles.

    The three of them were busy, so Ji Qiuyue went to the backyard to chop the grass for the chickens and ducks, and called Shen Yaoqing to pick up the chickens and ducks' excrement at the back.

    At noon, the sun was getting brighter, and the last piece of cloth was finished, Lu Gu straightened up and beat his sore back.

    The puppy laying drowsily in front of the courtyard door with his belly stretched lazily while basking in the sun, and suddenly barked twice at the door, Lu Gu turned around whe he heard the sound, it should be that Shen Xuanqing had returned, and sure enough, he saw someone.

    In the past, no matter who came back from the outside, the puppy would wag his tail and run out to greet, but today he was lazy and just lay there and barked. Lu Gu was provoked by it, but his attention soon shifted to Shen Xuanqing.

    "You're back." With a smile in his eyes, he helped Shen Xuanqing to unload the bamboo basket on his back, and saw a small iron pot with a long handle inside. It was the wooden laddle (

马勺) that Shen Xuanqing had told him, for cooking.

    Not only the wooden ladle, but there was also a book in the basket, because of the previous "lesson", Lu Gu trembled a little when he saw the book.

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