I became an old man in my leisure time

In the ancient world of material scarcity, sugar can quickly and efficiently fill the calorie gap caused by insufficient food. Read М

For most people, it is an excellent tonic, and even a life-saving medicine.

Miss Qin may be the best eater in the ancestral mausoleum, but the caravan that came with her only brought wheat, a little pickled vegetables and salt, and no oil, meat or sugar.

After more than a month, no matter how rich and delicious she was before, she must have a very bland taste now, and it is difficult to resist the temptation of sweet soup.

Gu Ke decided to discuss this matter after Bai Suqing came tomorrow.

One person's plan is short, two people's plan is long.

In terms of understanding this world and Miss Qin, Bai Suqing is much better than him, a visitor from another world.

Pulling the overly excited Xiaoman into the house, her little head bounced under his nose, and a smell of hot sweat rushed over.

"Your head... stinks." Gu Ke frowned.

In his previous life, he was not a particular person, but he still had to take a hot bath every day in summer and twice a week in winter.

The conditions in this second life are difficult, so he can only endure it.

But today, after drinking the sweet straw soup, the feeling of weakness after continuous labor disappeared, which is a bit unbearable.

Xiaoman was stunned when he heard this, and then he got angry: "Where is it smelly? You will sweat when you work, and sweating is this smell! And Gu Ke, you stink much more than me, and I don't think you stink."

The employment contract only makes the two people friendly, but it will not change Xiaoman's outspoken character.

When she taught him how to do farm work, she didn't stop saying that he was clumsy.

Gu Ke laughed: "Then do you still have the strength today?"

Xiaoman snorted with anger, puffed up her face, and raised her little arms: "I can plant the field again."

Gu Ke: "Do you want to wash your hair with hot water?"

Xiaoman nodded, then immediately shook her head: "Only the eldest lady has a bathtub and a washbasin, we don't have it."

Gu Ke smiled and waved his hand: "Come on, follow me to move the washbasin."

A moment later, the two appeared on the wasteland outside the gate of the ancestral mausoleum.

It was about to get dark, and the weeds and shrubs trembled in the wind, making rustling sounds, which was particularly eerie and terrifying.

Xiaoman grew up in the mountains and forests, so she was not afraid of this. She followed Gu Ke and stood in front of a bush, and saw him pointing his hand: "Chop a hole here, and there will be our washbasin inside."

Xiaoman did not doubt it, squatted down, waved a small hatchet, and started at the roots of the bush.

Chopping wood is a basic skill for poor children, and children in the mountains and forests often clean up bushes.

Xiaoman was very familiar with it, and with the help of Gu Ke using the Black Evil Palm to pull away the branches that were in the way, it took a short while to open a big hole in the lush bush.

A dark stone was exposed in front of the two people from the bush, and the neat square lines on the upper part showed that it was definitely not a natural creation.

Xiaoman put the small hatchet into the side of her waist, and together with Gu Ke, she pulled the stone out of the bush.

At this time, the stone just turned upside down, and the square part fell to the ground as a seat. The original lower semicircular part was facing up, neatly concave, and it turned out to be a decorative stone basin.

Xiaoman touched the stone basin in surprise: "I seem to have seen it before, but I thought it was a stone pier. How did you find it was a basin?"

Gu Ke knocked on her head: "It's in the ancestral mausoleum hall, near the main hall, the style is similar, didn't you notice it?"

Xiaoman smiled and shook her head.

The most abundant thing in the ancestral mausoleum hall is stone carvings, all kinds of them, and they are gone in a blink of an eye.

She was thinking about how to eat every day in the ancestral hall, so she didn't have the energy to pay attention to such things.

Gu Ke took off the two straw ropes on his body and handed them to Xiaoman: "Okay, tie it up, we can only get it back together."

This stone basin is about 50 cm high, and the length and width of the base are more than 30 cm. It is extremely heavy, at least more than 100 pounds.

There is no stone mountain road to the small hut. If one person carries it, the basin and the person may roll down the mountain. It is safest to work together.

Even so, it took Gu Ke and Xiaoman almost 20 minutes to drag the heavy blue-black stone basin back to the small hut safely.

Xiaoman took a breath for less than two minutes, and then excitedly took out the water jar, took the brush made of thatch, and began to clean the stone basin.

Gu Ke drew water, cleaned the stone basin and felt the inside, poured most of the stream water into it, and then poured in boiling water to adjust the temperature.

The stone pot on the small stove in the house continued to boil water for standby.

Xiaoman found some wild grass fruits that she had collected before, crushed them and rubbed them, which had a similar effect to soapberry in removing dirt.

She wanted to wash Gu Ke's hair, but he refused.

Gu Ke still had long hair, which made him, who was used to short hair, feel very uncomfortable.

However, the sharpness of the small hatchet could not be compared with that of a razor. It was difficult for ordinary people to cut hair cleanly with it. Only Bai Suqing, a third-level master, could do it. He could only wait until tomorrow.

There was no need to waste hot water and the pitiful dozen soapberry fruits for the hair that was destined to be cut.

In the end, Xiaoman failed to disobey the employer's order, untied her bun, and buried her little head.

Gu Ke took a large bowl, scooped hot water from the stone basin, and poured it on her head.

He still remembered that when he was a child in his previous life, his mother washed his hair like this. At that time, he felt it was very troublesome and uncomfortable, and he was extremely resistant to washing his hair.

Later, when he grew up, he first had a preheating stove, and then a water heater. He no longer had to wash his hair like this, and no one washed his hair like this anymore.

With Gu Ke as the nanny, and a large basin of warm water nearby, Xiaoman had a very pleasant hair wash.

But she had too few sapodilla fruits, so Gu Ke had to increase the intensity.

He added the boiled water in the house into the stone basin, and poured several large bowls of hot water down, and the gray dirty water kept flowing down Xiaoman's hair.

He used up most of the basin of water in one breath, and the water that flowed down became clear.

Xiaoman buried her head and cried, "Enough, enough, if you pour more, my head will be cooked."

Gu Ke gave up and handed over his washcloth.

Although the washcloth was only one foot long and half a foot wide, it was a piece of old rag that he barely "squeezed" out from the front of his clothes.

Without this row of rags to wipe, he always felt that his face was not clean.

Xiaoman wiped his face and head randomly, raised his head and let out a long breath: "Ah, I almost suffocated to death."

Gu Ke smiled. When he was a child, he also felt suffocated by hot water when washing his hair. In fact, it was more of a psychological effect.

Xiaoman's personality is still like a child, and it is normal to have the same feeling as him when he was a child.

He reached out to take the washcloth and twisted it dry, then grabbed this guy's head and rubbed it again.

After repeating it two or three times, Xiaoman's hair had no obvious water droplets, and he was pushed into the door: "If you don't want to catch a cold, stay by the oven and dry your hair."

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