kvmb Chapter 118 Outside, the wind and rain were cold; inside, it was bustling with activity.
Chapter 118 Outside, the wind and rain were cold; inside, it was bustling with activity.
"Let me go!"
Wenwen was feeling a bit bored, and upon hearing this, she immediately volunteered.
"What are you doing here? Children shouldn't play with fire."
"Are you hungry? Just bear with it a little longer."
Wenwen ignored their nagging, took a few steps to the corner, and squatted down in front of the stove.
She tilted her head back and said playfully, "Mother, Aunt, Eldest Aunt, take a good look."
As soon as she finished speaking, a small flame appeared in Wenwen's palm, and slowly the flame grew bigger and bigger.
"ah!"
"Ouch, does it hurt?"
Several women couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Wenwen guided the flames closer to the damp branches.
At first, thick smoke inevitably rose up. Gradually, the damp branches began to wilt and swell, and it looked like they were about to catch fire.
"Wow, this is amazing... uh, it's great."
"Wow, this is useful."
"I won't be afraid to cook on rainy days anymore."
"Hehe, you're right. No more worrying about cooking on rainy days."
Wenwen was also very happy at this moment, she did not expect that the spell she had practiced would be so practical at home.
Intelligent people can apply what they've learned to other situations.
Wenwen thought to herself, "If starting a fire is no problem, then let's try drying it."
She was so eager to try it that she decided to go all out and gathered a pile of wet firewood together, making a small heap.
She sat cross-legged in front of the pile of damp firewood, her eyes slightly lowered. She channeled her spiritual energy into her hands, controlling the flames in her palms to keep them burning but not too intensely. The flames circled around the pile of damp firewood again and again.
Unexpectedly, as time passed, she actually managed to dry the pile of damp firewood, but her spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.
Wenwen learned from her body's reactions that she would feel sleepy whenever her spiritual energy was about to run out.
"Hoo... Aha!"
Wenwen had just finished work when, unexpectedly, she suddenly let out a big yawn.
While covering his mouth with his hand, he looked up and scanned the surroundings with his eyes.
Oh dear, when did her grandfather and the others gather around? She was so focused on dealing with the firewood that she didn't even notice.
"Hehe, hehe..."
"Alright, alright, this pile of firewood is enough. Go take a nap if you're sleepy."
"Change into dry clothes before you sleep, don't catch a cold."
"Listen to me, go."
"Master, let Wen'er sleep for a while, and ask her after she has eaten."
Wen Yuanqian!
He didn't ask any questions; he just stood quietly to the side and watched.
Oh dear, his wife has embarrassed him again in front of their children and grandchildren. She's really disrespectful to the head of the family.
"cough......"
Wen Yuanqian stroked his beard to ease the awkwardness. "Wen'er, go take a nap first. Grandfather will talk to you later."
After saying that, he glanced at the Wen family grandmother and turned back to the men.
Wenwen suppressed a laugh.
Grandmother understood her best.
"Okay, Grandma, don't worry, I'll go to sleep soon."
Wenwen walked over to the male students, and with a thought, a stack of books suddenly appeared on the table, including the three books recommended by Aying.
From the very beginning, she made it clear that those three books were fundamental and must be mastered.
The other books were all on the bookshelves in the small courtyard, mostly basic spell cultivation manuals. She didn't really know if they were suitable, so she just took them all out at once, leaving it to fate; whoever could practice them would be able to.
Wenwen patted the books, her voice crisp and sweet, "Grandfather, these books, hehe, if there's one suitable, I'll refine it; if not, I'll find another."
Hearing her casually say "look again" was very touching.
All the men gasped.
hiss!
That's quite an overstatement, isn't it? As her family, we are truly fortunate.
"Hey, let us take a look. You go and rest, lest your grandmother complain to me again. Go quickly."
Wen Yuanqian, his mustache twitching high, said with a smile.
"Hehe, hehe..."
His words made the whole family laugh.
The laughter inside couldn't reach outside, where a fierce storm raged with thunder and lightning.
I wonder how long this rain will last.
Fortunately, the Wen family had a large rock behind them and big trees on both sides, making it a sheltered spot from the wind.
Unlike the cave, which was dark and damp to begin with, the strong wind blowing into the cave and swirling around inside gave everyone goosebumps. They huddled together and shivered from the cold.
Lord Zhu sighed and looked up at the sky from his private tent.
"This awful weather! It's so bad! The rain is so heavy and it just won't stop!"
At this moment, Chen, the constable, was unconscious beside him. His leg, which had been bitten by a wolf, was so deep that the bone was visible. Even though it had been bandaged, the wound was still bleeding continuously, and it looked like it was about to soak through the cloth.
Yang, the constable, stood by and said, "Sir, it's late, go to sleep."
"Okay, keep an eye on things."
"Don't worry, sir, I will take good care of Chen Tou."
"Be alert, call me if you need anything."
"Don't worry, sir, I understand, I understand."
After Yang, the constable, helped Lord Zhu to bed, he approached Chen, tucked him in, and then turned to lift the curtain and leave.
The yamen runners' tents were next door, but because Chen, the yamen runner, was injured, he was fortunate enough to stay in a private tent with the adults.
Yang, the constable, took his bedding roll, gave instructions to the other constables, turned around and went into the special tent. He spread out his bedding next to Chen, lay down, turned over, and soon began to snore.
The rain outside showed no signs of letting up; the sound of the wind mingled with the rain, each sound reaching the ears and striking the hearts of everyone present.
A person who worries about the sky falling, a person with great love in their heart, will worry about tomorrow's weather.
However, the Wen family clearly didn't have time to worry about these things.
Inside the Wen family's small house, a bustling scene unfolded.
Compared to the cold wind and rain outside, it was quite lively inside.
After the Wen family finished eating, they went about their own business in an orderly manner.
There were four corners of the small house, and a group of people in one corner.
The northeast corner was the territory of the women.
They stopped whispering their conversation, as it was too quiet to be heard, and the rain outside was too loud to be heard unless they shouted.
The southeast corner is the children's territory.
The master was explaining the mnemonic rhyme to several children, explaining each word with great patience.
The northwest corner is a quiet spot.
While Wenwen was resting, all the books were looked through by her family. The teacher explained the parts she didn't understand in a concise way. The final conclusion was that everything was based on the successful induction of Qi, and even the simplest spells could only be practiced after reaching the first level of Qi Refining.
My second uncle and several older brothers haven't been able to successfully cultivate their qi yet, and can only sigh in vain at the spells in the book.
Therefore, all they can do now is continue to work hard and strive to successfully induce Qi as soon as possible.
At this moment, they were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in the northwest corner of the room.
Finally, there's the southwest corner of the house.
This corner is the second noisiest spot in the house.
At this moment, Wenwen was sharing her fireball technique tips with a group of people.
This group consisted of her grandfather, father, third uncle, and eldest aunt's husband.
Wenwen was talking non-stop, "It's about channeling spiritual energy into your palm, and then... like this... like this, and then like that..."
After demonstrating, seeing the confused looks on their faces, she asked again, "Did you understand?"
The group looked at each other, unsure how to answer. If they said they understood, they would be lying to the child; if they said they didn't understand, they might upset the child. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the scene fell silent for a moment.
Suddenly, a suppressed cry of pain echoed throughout the house from the northwest corner.
"Ugh...ugh...vomit, pfft..."