Farmers are the most pragmatic people.

They were not as particular as scholars. When they saw Fang Yiai wearing T-shirts and shorts, they thought it was convenient for work, so they immediately became good at it. They changed the items at home and replaced them.

Now Fang Yiai is wandering around the village, and you can always see villagers wearing T-shirts and shorts. Being in it seems like you have returned to modern times.

If it weren't for the bun and his words and deeds, he would have thought he would have worn it back again.

Along the way, when they met the people on the village, they greeted Fang Yiai enthusiastically and respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Young Master, it's going to rain soon. Are you going back?"

Under the big tree next to the road, there were several elderly people who were in their seventies. They were weak and could not stand the cold air of ice. They were just enough to blow the wind under the shade of the trees. They were also ready to pack up and go back.

"Thank you, my husband, I'll go back now."

Fang Yiai responded with a smile, and when he saw that the old man was about to get up, he hurried over to help him up.

The weather was stuffy and there was no need for the elderly to remind me that Fang Yiai obediently returned after taking two steps, and the house was still cool with ice.

"Don't move!"

Qiao'er brought a glass of ice drink at the right time. Fang Yiai roared and she froze.

then……

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the room suddenly became quiet.

Qiao'er's pretty face was red with shame. Changsun Chong and Cheng Chumo were four, looking at him with strange eyes.

Qiao'er was wearing a Tang Dynasty skirt. Although she did not have a half-leakage breast, her white skin was exposed under her neck. Fang Yiai was photographed here, which was already a very intimate move for conservative ancient women.

“There are mosquitoes.”

Noting that the atmosphere in the house was wrong, Fang Yiai explained, and after saying that, he raised his hand to show it to prove his innocence.

His palm was covered with blood and the slapped mosquito corpse.

"What are you trying to argue about? I don't know who. Anyway, sooner or later, with you...hehe!" Cheng Chumo smiled sarcastically.

Qiaoer ran away with a blushing face.

"Hey, you're so tired, I'm really killing mosquitoes."

"Everyone is a man, why are you pretending..." Cheng Chuliang retorted, and everyone laughed.

Cheng Chumo scratched the base of his thighs and said, "Why don't you take a photo for me?"

It was indeed cool to wear shorts, but there was more flesh exposed outside, which gave the mosquito space to lower his mouth. He had already been bitten a lot of bags.

Looking at Cheng Chumo's butt, Fang Yiai couldn't help but shivered and felt disgusted when she thought of her hand.

Fang Yiai changed the topic, "It's rainy that there are many mosquitoes."

"Fang Er, you have many ideas. How can you kill this hateful mosquito?" Changsun Chong was also bitten and asked Fang Yiai.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yiai grinned and said, "We're thinking about it together. I'm just about to say that I have to make a mosquito coil."

"What is the mosquito coil, Master?"

Li Tai was extremely interested in these inventions. After hearing Fang Yiai's words, his eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask.

"Don't you need to burn incense in the temple?" Fang Yiai asked.

He had only a little understanding of history, but how could he know such details?

"Yes."

Li Tai replied, and then raised a new question, "But the incense in the temple has no effect of repelling mosquitoes. I went to burn incense with my mother and had some understanding of it."

Burning incense began to appear since the Han Dynasty.

However, the real mosquito coils will not appear during the Song Dynasty.

I think so, otherwise how could they suffer from mosquito bites?

"Mosquito coils are naturally a fragrance that can repel mosquitoes. Mugwort has the effect of repelling insects. The fragrance made of mugwort can repel mosquitoes." Fang Yiai explained to them.

"Okay, when the rain stops, we will go to pick mugwort and make incense." Li Tai was in a state of interest when he heard this. If it wasn't for the rain outside, he would have gone to pick mugwort and now.

Changsun Chong and the other two were like chicken blood, and they were really busy biting mosquitoes.

Bang!

Cheng Chuliang patted another mosquito. He was mosquito-hide and had more bags on his body than others. He cursed: "That's great, mom's mosquito is so annoying."

...

To their disappointment, the rain lasted for two days.

It was not cleared until the third day. They hung for a while and walked up the mountain on the muddy mountain road in the afternoon.

After a while, Qiao'er has recovered. As long as someone mentions that, she can look normal and stay by Fang Yiai's side.

They didn't go deeper, they just went on the nearby hills.

It was particularly lively here today because the children who had not yet gone to school also came with them. They became familiar with Fang Yi and would not be restrained in front of him, and the whole mountain was chattering.

"Young Master, do you think this is mugwort?"

Qiao'er became more and more attached to Fang Yi'e. She pointed to a mugwort plant beside her feet and asked him to identify it.

After he nodded, she squatted down and cut it down.

On the whole mountain, they are the most idle, not like working or playing.

The two of them were strolling on the mountain, leisurely, and only when they had their feet could they cut one. When others had a bundle, they could only hold it.

Even Li Tai is working, there is no way, who makes him inferior?

Cheng Chuliang looked at Fang Yiai, but didn't say anything. He buried his head in cutting the mugwort and used his strength to it, and no longer wanted to suffer from mosquito bites.

Back to the village,

The servant of the Fang Mansion and Li Tai's guard were carrying a bundle of mugwort.

Their team, their shoes and trousers, were covered with mud, and many people were on their faces.

Mugwort cannot be directly used to make fragrance, and wet mugwort cannot be lit. It needs to be dried and ground into mugwort powder to make mosquito coils.

In the next few days, God gave him face and several sunny days in succession.

soon.

The mugwort was completely dried, and Fang Yiai summoned the children in the village.

On the day he picked the wormwood, he promised the children to ask them to join us when they made mosquito coils.

He does not intend to keep this from farmers. Some people are willing to learn it, even if they learn to do it.

First grind it into powder, mix it into rosin powder as a binder, then rub it into a fragrant shape, put it in the sun and dry it, and then it can be used after it is dried.

There was laughter and joy in the yard. The children in the village were particularly excited for the first time participating in such a thing.

Li Tai is like a science madman, with endless enthusiasm for new things.

Brother Cheng Chumo was also working very hard, and Fang Yiai almost stopped knowing them, and joked: "What's wrong with you? You are not cheating, and you don't have the personality of both of you."

"It's not because of mosquitoes. It's so annoying. I'm so chewed."

Cheng Chumo answered casually, and as he said that he felt itchy again, he reached out to scratch his neck.

The next moment, he acted as a pause, and noticed that Fang Yiai's words were wrong, and glared at him with a pair of bull eyes, "What do you mean by Fang Er? When did my brothers and I have been cheating?"

However, no matter how they explained, it was too late, and there was a burst of laughter in the yard.
Chapter completed!