, and also put a narrow wooden table, the height is just right, without the legs and feet, and can put some things. In the corner of the hood, a semi-arc-shaped card holder was nailed with iron sheets, and a small urinal for the lamp oil and wick was placed in it, which could be taken off and lit at any time. There are also thin mattresses neatly folded on both sides, not big, just the kind that old people use to cover their knees, legs and feet to prevent the wind in winter.
"It's quite complete." Shitou Zhang looked around carefully and sighed: "It seems that people who run on the road all year round are almost home to their cars."
Before getting into the car, an old man among the Scar-faced man's pedestrians also enthusiastically stuffed a copper heater for them, saying that it would be warm to drink in the carriage, and gave them a small burden, saying: "There are some in it. Dry food, prepare wine in the car, eat a little wine when it’s cold, warm up your body, you have to walk two mountain roads ahead, the roads are slippery in snowy days, you may not be able to reach the county seat in front of you before dark, don’t go hungry.”
Shitou opened his mouth and said, "No, no, I'm ashamed and ashamed", but he held the copper heater tightly in his hand, and he didn't mean to be ashamed at all.
The inside of the carriage was better than the outside, but it wasn't warm either.
The stone was attached to the copper stove to dry the frozen fingers, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the stack of mattresses, but he and the mattress were separated by Lu Nianqi and Jiang Shining. The movement was a little too loud. He didn't really want to make any movement in front of Xue Xian's ancestor that would attract his attention.
Shitou opened his eyes and rolled his eyes twice, then turned his face and asked Lu Twenqi: "Bring a mattress, let's cover it together, put the heater in the middle, and cover your knees, okay?"
Lu Tianqi glanced at him subconsciously. Although the expression of disgust was not written on his face, it was almost the same: "No, I'm not cold, you can cover it yourself."
Shitou held the heater in his palm and didn't want to throw it away, so he pointed at Lu Twenqi's hand with his chin, and said, "Look at your cold fingers, have you ever had a sore? It's wet this day, and you don't put your hands on it. Put it in the sleeve, it is so dry and frozen, and when you look back, you will cry with sores, and it will be swollen and swollen. It is easy to freeze the skin and crack the flesh. If it grows on the joints, it will be even worse. The sore is bruised and the flesh is turned out, you—"
The corners of Lu Nianqi's mouth twitched, and without saying a word, he pulled a thin mattress from the side, and threw it on his knees, "You better stop talking."
His tone was half Lu Twenty Seven and half Lu Nineteen, as if the bones of a stubborn and stubborn brain were wrapped in a slightly restrained skin.
Shitou Zhang didn't care about his tone of voice, so he put the mattress on the two's knees and stuffed the copper stove into it. In the blink of an eye, the hot copper stove covered the mattress warmly, and the heat penetrated into the skin and bones, and climbed up the legs and knees that were almost numb from the cold. It was really comfortable.
Rao is the hard-mouthed Lu Tianqi, who was covered for a while, and his face that was frozen white also eased a little. He moved his fingers, and finally put his hand into the mattress and covered it together.
"Hey—that's right." Shito Zhang said: "How old are you? It's not a shame to be afraid of the cold."
Lu Tianqi turned his face away, and dismissed all these babbling words as a deaf ear.
"If you don't cover your knees at this age, you won't be able to walk when you're old." Shitou continued to talk earnestly with the tone of someone who had come over. Since he got into the carriage, his mouth never stopped, buzzing. , is also a talent.
But as soon as he said this, he felt that something was wrong. As soon as he looked up, he happened to meet Xue Xian, who "couldn't walk" on the opposite side.
Shitou's face stiffened, he shrank his neck cowardly, and coughed: "I, I don't speak anymore, I don't speak anymore."
He was quiet, Jiang Shining, who had never spoken, rubbed the sun, but opened his mouth softly and slowly: "Just now, you were on the side of the carriage, you held my hand and asked me not to ask more about it. What do you mean? They …”
Jiang Shining subconsciously glanced outside through the gap in the felt curtain, and then lowered his voice: "Are they weird? Then let's get in the car?"
When Shitou Zhang heard it, he said again: "Isn't it some bandit? It's for the heater and the food, it's not going to be bad."
He said that he slapped himself on the mouth again, and said, "This is the last sentence. I really don't speak this time."
Lu Nianqi rolled his eyes without his cousin, as if he couldn't stand this nagging man, but Lu Xun's cold-hearted slut just held back his words.
Xue Xian sat in peace for a while, and then began to rummage in the corner of the carriage to find the wine the old man said, and while rummaging, he said to them, "There are some taboos here, it's inappropriate.