With a broken heart, Zhuchen went over to pick up the quilt cover and prepared to make several quilts.

She got the selected fluff from Wu Niang, put it in a sack and carried it on her shoulder. She picked up the bucket in one hand and asked her junior brother to take her to the river.

When the two came to the river, it was already dark.

Feng Changyin built a fire with firewood, and finally there was some light around it.

Zhuchen fetched water and prepared to pour the fluff in. Feng Changyin kept watching and couldn't help but said: "Sister, if you wash like this, won't the fluff be unable to be picked up? And it can't be washed clean, right? The dirty things will sink to the bottom.

Already."

Zhuchen laughed and said: "The fluff is so light, even if it is soaked in water, it won't be impossible to pick it up."

Feng Changyin hesitated to speak, feeling something strange in her heart. When she raised her hand again, she interrupted: "But this bucket is a sacred object."

Zhuchen's hands shook and he asked with a guilty conscience: "Did you smash it?"

Feng Changyin tilted his head and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Zhuchen: "..."

Zhuchen said: "Then how do you know it is a divine object?"

"I drank water!" Feng Changyin held up the water with his hand and showed it to Zhuchen, "I have tried it. The water drawn with this wooden bucket will become very clean, without any peculiar smell, and still have a trace of

The sweetness of the mountain spring. I heard that the sycamore tree where the Phoenix lived has such effects, so I don’t know what kind of wood it is, senior sister."

When Zhuchen asked this question, his head was buzzing, as if there were one hundred and eight lightning strikes.

Feng Changyin laughed loudly and said: "Of course there can't be sycamore trees in this world, not even phoenix, so I think this wooden barrel is amazing. But its water is really delicious. If I were a phoenix, I would also like it

Dew on the sycamore branches.”

Zhuchen opened his mouth, his scalp was numb, he opened the system and checked it again.

The text still only describes the barrel in one sentence: "An indestructible barrel."

Zhuchen didn't think deeply about it at the time, but only now did he realize it belatedly.

Yes, what kind of wood cannot be damaged? Why does the system dare to use this adjective so brazenly?

This is the real sycamore wood!

Zhuchen felt extremely heartbroken when he thought of the violent beating he had done to it. How could he be so careless?

She quickly picked up the barrel and inspected it thoroughly. After confirming that there were no cracks in it due to her treatment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Changyin's widened eyes were especially obvious in the darkness, and he exclaimed in shock: "Senior sister, you don't know?!"

Zhuchen said aggrievedly, "Yeah."

Is this the sequelae of poverty? Even if a priceless treasure is placed in front of her, she can turn a blind eye.

She is sorry for the barrel and the infrastructure system.

Why is she so poor?

Feng Changyin was puzzled by her sudden sadness and asked in a low voice: "Senior sister, where did you find this thing?"

Zhuchen said: "When I woke up in the morning, it appeared on my bedside. The comrade in the dream told me that it was a wooden barrel that could not be broken. I didn't expect that this was what it meant."

Feng Changyin didn't believe her nonsense and laughed twice, but didn't ask any further questions.

There are so many opportunities in the world of immortality, and there are many things that cannot be explained clearly.

Feng Changyin asked: "How do you wash it now, senior sister? How about I go and bring you a wooden basin?"

Zhuchen carried the fluffy sack and thought for a while, then grabbed some of the fluff, put it in a sack with sparse holes, and soaked it together.

She stirred it inside with her hands to wet all the fluff, and then let it sit for a few seconds.

After a while, when she picked up the bag again, she saw a lot of filthy sediment sinking under the bucket.

Zhuchen was almost moved to tears.

What kind of fully automatic high-end washing machine is this? It doesn’t add detergent and doesn’t hurt your hands. I love it.

This must be the care of socialism for her. Zhuchen had nothing else to think about and vowed to treat this bucket well in the future.

Seeing that she had found a way, Feng Changyin exclaimed: "Sister, you are so smart."

"Don't praise me!" Zhuchen gently stroked the wood, "Praise it!"

Feng Changyin: "..." Senior sister is so crazy that it's strange. Is this going to start again?

Zhuchen originally thought that cleaning the fluff would be a big project. After all, they did not have large-scale cleaning equipment on hand, and there was a lot of fluff. As a result, they found sycamore wood, stirred it and picked it up, and the two of them quickly got it.

A sack of clean and stain-free fluff.

Before going back, I cleaned the barrel every morning and wiped it clean with a cloth. Then I held it in my arms and took it home happily.

Feng Changyin imitated what she often said, and said calmly: "...No, it's not necessary, it's not necessary."

"You don't understand." Zhuchen whispered, "This is your senior sister's most valuable thing."

Feng Changyin said harshly: "Then you can't take it with you when you go out. It's just a barrel!"

"What's wrong with the barrel?" Zhuchen scolded dissatisfiedly, "Which of the powerful monks in this world is not unique? Don't care too much about other people's eyes, as that will only hinder your self-cultivation."

Feng Changyin was stunned by her, and nodded slowly.

After returning to his residence, Zhuchen's inventive creativity was perfectly developed.

She poured the drained fluff into a big basin, pulled Feng Changyin and said: "Junior brother, I have to work hard for you again."

Feng Changyin: "You tell me."

Zhuchen: "You must be good at wind control. Blow the wind inside, slowly and softly, and dry the fluff. We can sleep on the quilt tonight!"

Feng Changyin was encouraged by her and became very motivated. He nodded and said: "Okay!"

Zhuchen: "The best thing is warm air. Do you know what warm air is?"

Feng Changyin said knowingly: "I understand."

This time, the tacit understanding between the senior brothers and sisters rarely withstood the test of fate.

Over there, Zhang Shiwen came over in small steps carrying a wooden bowl and said, "Xianjun, please have some porridge."

Of course Zhuchen didn't need to eat. She knew that the rice was very precious to the people, and she was a little embarrassed to compete with them for food.

Just as she was about to refuse, the scent of bacon drifted over along with the heat, arousing the greed in Zhuchen's stomach and almost making her saliva flow.

People who have been influenced by Chinese food for decades can't resist the temptation in this aspect. What's more, she hasn't had a serious meal for a long, long time.

Zhuchen took a breath and said without hesitation: "...No, you can just eat."

Zhang Shiwen saw the struggle written in her eyes, which was funny, but also a little distressed. Considering that Xianjun was not very old, he persuaded her with loving eyes: "You can eat it, we have all eaten it. Xiaoxianjun bought some

Come here, we will have enough to eat."

Zhuchen thought about it, Feng Buye also gave her three magical beast inner elixirs, so the food problem should be temporarily solved.

She glanced at the bacon porridge again, and couldn't move her eyes away after seeing it. Her sinful hand unconsciously stretched out and brought it over: "Then I'm not welcome."

Zhang Shiwen laughed and said happily: "Hey! If it's not enough, you can still eat it. The porridge tonight is really delicious, thanks to the fairy spring of the immortal king."

He brought another bowl and quickly sent it to Feng Changyin.

When Feng Changyin saw Zhuchen eating, he also took it with both hands and smiled at Zhang Shiwen.

Zhuchen took a sip. I don't know if it was because I haven't eaten anything good for a long time, or if the porridge was really delicious. The moment I entered my mouth, I felt like white light was shining straight into the sky.

The thick rice porridge, with the salty aroma of bacon, the strong aroma of lard, and a faint hint of sweetness, combines to form an extremely harmonious taste in the mouth.

The rice is so stewed that it melts in your mouth, and there is no moldy smell like poor quality rice that has been stored for a long time.

Zhuchen understood that it should be the water soaked in the sycamore wood, which masked the stale taste of the ingredients, so it tasted so good.

Thinking of this, Zhuchen's love for the wooden barrel rose to a new level.

Isn't this much better than those jade seals passed down from the country?!

When Zhuchen was slowly enjoying the meal, Zhang Shiwen came over again carrying a bowl.

She waved her hand and refused: "That's enough, that's enough, no need."

Zhang Shiwen said: "Okay, I want to ask, do you want to send the Immortal Lord's to you? These are everyone's thoughts."

Feng Buye never seems to like these things, because being attached to common things will hinder his cultivation. Zhuchen thought about it and said, "In this case, I will carry it to him."

Zhang Shiwen then handed the bowl to her.

I drank my own in three or two gulps early in the morning, wiped my lips, and ran towards the direction of the bamboo house.

With Feng Buye's ear, if he wants to hear, nothing can be hidden from him.

When Zhuchen entered, he had already opened his eyes, but there was no light in the room, so the outline looked a bit blurry.

After Zhuchen opened the door, he flicked his fingers and lit the oil lamp on the table.

The candle flames danced, and the black shadows on the wall swayed.

Zhuchen smiled and said, "Master, it's time to eat."
To be continued...