The two of them couldn't figure it out, and when they saw that Su Zhiyu had no intention of explaining, they nodded in confusion and walked towards the kitchen.

Anyway, the little girl has many tricks, so it’s absolutely right to listen to her!

It was getting late, and nothing could be seen in the kitchen.

"Guiqin, go get a kerosene lamp, my husband is going to fire!"

Touching the darkness, Bai Guiqin found a few kerosene lamps left and lighted them up. The dim light immediately illuminated the kitchen.

"Ahem...what does it taste?"

A smell of smoked mugwort was whitened by the tip of Guiqin's nose, and she couldn't help but cough a few times.

Following the smell, she held the dim kerosene lamp and walked towards the side of the kitchen.

A small figure curled up into a ball, squatting in a corner, constantly tidying up the sparks in his hand.

Whenever Mars was about to ignite, she waved her little hand and shook the dried mugwort in her hand until Mars was extinguished.

Suddenly, thick smoke came out of the mugwort.

"Zhiyu?"

Bai Guiqin shouted uncertainly, and Su Zhiyu hurriedly turned around and rubbed his eyes with curling smoke.

"Second sister-in-law, have your coarse salt be fried? I'm almost there."

After she went back and forth several times, the smoked mugwort was almost ready.

Bai Guiqin quickly pulled her up and poked her forehead seriously.

"How did you learn to play with fire?"

I also used some mugwort that I had dried a few days ago. Although it was not a valuable herb, it was also done with great effort.

"If you let the fried salt, my sister-in-law should be ready to stir-fry."

She took Su Zhiyu's hand and walked towards the kitchen, but Su Zhiyu broke free.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to go back to the house to get something!"

After a while, she couldn't run away. When she came back, she had a cloth bag the size of a pillow in her hand.

"Go away, put on salt!"

He pulled Bai Guiqin into the kitchen. At this time, Hong Qiurong had already fried the coarse salt and was so hot.

Seeing that Su Zhiyu was coming, she looked serious.

"Zhiyu, what are you going to do? These salts also require several copper plates, so don't waste them!"

"knew!"

Su Zhiyu dragged Taiyin and looked helpless.

"My old cold legs are wrong. I'll make her a mugwort salt bag to relieve it!"

She took out the prepared cloth bag, raised her face and approached Hong Qiurong.

"Please help me put the salt in, and I crushed the mugwort together."

Now Hong Qiurong understood, and her little face condensed and became anxious.

"Oh, you didn't say it earlier, so hurry up."

Without caring about the heat of the salt, she quickly filled the hot salt into the cloth bag with a shovel.

Bai Guiqin also crushed the mugwort smoked by Su Zhiyu, put it together, and sewed it with needle and thread.

Holding the salt bag, Su Zhiyu hurriedly sent it to the backyard.

If it weren't for the blistering of her palm, she wouldn't touch the salt, otherwise she would have done it herself.

When he arrived in the backyard, Old Mrs. Su sat on the wooden stake and Xu Caiju served on one side.

"Milk, I brought you good things!"

Su Zhiyu held the salt bag in both hands and handed it to Old Mrs. Su.

"Milk, try applying this to your knees!"

Old Mrs. Su resisted the discomfort, pulled the corner of her mouth, and showed a weak smile.

"It's still a girl who feels sorry for her breasts!"

After taking the salt bag, Old Mrs. Su's eyes froze and she couldn't help but become curious.

"Yeah, it's still hot, what's this?"

"This is a mugwort salt bag, which is specially used to treat old cold legs. If you apply it while it is hot, the pain will be relieved a lot."

Hearing that it could relieve the pain, Old Mrs. Su quickly began to apply it to her knees.

However, after sitting for a long time, her waist was a little stiff, so she had to hand it to Xu Caiju beside her and urge her.

"Caiju, let's take a look."

"good!"

Look at how my mother can’t wait for a moment, it shows how much trust the little girl is.
Chapter completed!