Chapter 208： Just made a horse kill chicken

Chapter 208 Just made a horse kill chicken

December days are always gloomy.

It is dry and cold, making people's hearts grow with spots of rust.

Yanqin stood at the door of the main room, looking at the fenced courtyard again.

Very shabby.

The mottled exterior walls, vicissitudes of tiles, and even the mold and moss on the fence are all imprints left over from time.

The same is true in the house, except for the few electrical appliances that can be seen to be newly added, other things are extremely simple.

The old Eight Immortals table and benches, bamboo chairs with broken strips and holes, the ground in the house is not even plastered with cement, it is the ground after tamping, some places are uneven due to rain leakage Xiaowa.

Only if it is cleaned cleanly, it will not make people feel sloppy.

Yanqin had never seen this kind of situation before.

The place where he lives is colorful and full of gold and silver.

A gust of cold wind blows, chilling to the bone.

In the corner of the courtyard, the leaves of loquat trees were whirling, and there was a sound of hula hula in my ears.

Yanqin looked sideways, and it was the sound from the window in the back room. The windows were not equipped with glass, but were only pasted with a thick raincloth, and one corner was loose, and when the wind blew, it would rattle.

"Hiss, why is it getting colder as it gets later..." The young man in the room shivered, curled up his neck, and put his hands into his armholes, "Qiqi, make a brazier for uncle!"

"Okay!" Wa'er responded in a childish voice, very well-behaved.

Yanqin saw the little doll, who was only as high as his knees, pull out the brazier from under the Eight Immortals table in the main room, ran to the kitchen to get hay and matches, returned to the main room, and clamped it in the sack in the corner of the room with tongs. Put the black carbon into the brazier, pile up a shape, and light the fire to start the fire.

The movements are smooth and skillful, and they are done in one go.

The charcoal fire quickly ignited, creating wisps of warmth in the room.

Yan Xi dragged his pony to wait beside the brazier, warmed up by the fire, the young man squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and praised, "Qi Qi is amazing, only a little worse than Uncle."

Waer also squatted beside the brazier, stretching out his reddish hands to warm the fire, "But uncle doesn't know how to make a brazier, he can do it seven or seven times."

"Uncle can't make a brazier, but uncle is taller than you!"

Little Wa'er pursed her mouth, and admitted with a bitter face that she was a little worse than her uncle.

At this moment, Wa'er finally remembered that there was someone else at home, she turned her face and looked out, her black pupils were big and bright, "Uncle, don't you warm up by the fire? It's so cold outside, you're dressed too Without it, it is easy to catch a cold, and you will have a runny nose when you catch a cold!"

Yanqin frowned.

Compared with Yanxi and Xiaowaer, he does wear less clothes.

He can still see the human appearance, the two beside the brazier are two **** at a glance.

That’s all for the little one, Yanxi used to be the most fashionable in Kyoto, the weather was full of wind and snow, and he also wore a leather jacket and jeans for the winter, and whoever wanted to put an extra piece of clothing on him would flirt with anyone.

Now...the big gray jacket, the baggy cotton trousers, the handmade woolen slippers, the big head nestled on the pony tie, no shape, only shape.

The only part of the whole body that can be related to fashion is probably the black and yellow curly hair on the head.

Go back to the main room and sit down, the stool is too short, Yanqin can't stretch his long legs, but the warmth brought by the burning brazier dispels the cold outside the door.

"Your things have been delivered, and you have met people. Don't go back to the city to work? The boss can't skip work at will, right? My sister-in-law also runs her own company, and she doesn't leave every day of the week. This is the attitude of a serious businessman." Yan Xi glanced at him, and turned the corner to chase away people.

Yanqin, "Don't worry, we're all here. It's polite to say hello after seeing everyone. I heard that Mr. Fu is here too? And Granny Zhang, she saved Qiqi, as a I have to thank the Yan family."

Yan Xi pursed her lips, and muttered in a loud voice, "Now the identity of the Yan family has been strengthened."

"Should be."

"cut."

Qi Qi straightened her waist, and tried to act as if she understood, "It's almost noon, my great-grandfather and mother-in-law will be back soon, and my mother-in-law said that she will steam Chinese sausage for me today, it's delicious, uncle, you Want to eat?"

Yanxi, "..." Baby, can you bring something to eat without just saying a few words?

Yan Qin raised his lips and smiled, staring at the little baby, "Okay."

Qiqi's eyes lit up, her small chest puffed up, and she patted her hands upwards, "I did it!"

She helped, and her mother-in-law praised her for doing a good job.

"Qiqi is so powerful?"

"It's not the best, uncle, would you like to see the sausage I made?"

Yanqin didn't even have a chance to refuse, so he was dragged to the kitchen by the little boy, and specially watched the bacon and sausages hanging from the beams of the room. The cured meat that does not fall.

Yanxi hugged her stomach and laughed on the floor in the main room.

He doesn't even dare to stay in the kitchen to eat now, he would rather squat under the eaves of the porch with a bowl in his hand to eat!

Qiqi's move kills the enemy invisible, absolutely.

During this period, Eggy was not idle, pulled out the system panel, trying to get information about Yanqin.

In the past, as long as it was related to Qiqi and had a significant role in the ten-party world, the system would mostly give information.

Such as Song Yueliang, Fu Yanchi, and other members of the Yan family, such as Yanhuai, Yanxi, and even Meng Jingxian.

Eggy hugged her wings, looked at the unresponsive panel in front of her, with a serious expression.

It's weird, Yanqin's information and attributes can't be found out.

Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be.

Song Yueliang and Fu Yanchi had roles in scenes when they were young, and they were also hostile to Yanxi, how could they have no weight at all?

Anyway, this is someone who is related to Qiqi by blood, right? Could it be that Yan Qin was not from the Yan family, but was born to his mother with a wild man?

Eggy squinted, impossible.

Yanqin, Fu Yanchi and Yanxi are cousins. You can see the similarities in their eyebrows and eyes, so they cannot be wild.

With a snort, Eggy swung the system panel away, "Trash."

ZiZiZi—

A burst of electric current flew in, electrifying the **** so that the fluff stood on end.

Qiqi seemed to have a feeling, her little head bristled, "Eggy, what's wrong with you?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the boy Yin gritted his teeth, "It's okay, I just made a horse kill a chicken!"

"What is horse killing chicken?"

"Why so many, do you want me to read the Three Character Classic for you again?"

Qiqi's little face turned green, and she slowly retracted her little head into the padded jacket, not daring to make another sound.

Nearly ten o'clock, Mr. Fu and Zhang Xifeng returned to the small courtyard one after another, saw guests at home, and were busy with lunch.

Cooking smoke rises from the stove, the smell of firewood wafts from the yard, and the woman's call and the baby's soft answer come from time to time.

The sense of depression brought about by the gloomy winter weather fades silently in this kind of rural fireworks.

When eating, a small wooden table is placed in the open-air yard, with a few small dishes and some steamed sausages. Four people sit around the table, and the warm atmosphere of talking and laughing fills the small courtyard.

Yanqin ate very silently.