Author: round head and round belly

Li Yi cooked a pot of rice soup, dug a crater-like gap in the loess pile, and poured the rice soup into it.

The starch in rice soup is a natural adhesive. When building earth city walls in ancient times, rice soup was used to make adobe bricks. The bricks made were as hard as stones and could even withstand bows and arrows.

However, after stirring the loess into a yellow mud shape, Li Yi stopped.

"Then what? Brother Yi?"

Wu Lei was holding a shovel, his arms and trouser legs were covered with mud, as if he had just come out of the fields.

"Next, this matter will be more troublesome."

Li Yi looked at him and asked, "Have you ever been with Niba?"

Wu Lei was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No, but I have heard that song, how cold it is~! I was playing in the mud in the Northeast~!"

"..."

Li Yi looked at him speechlessly: "Isn't this guy almost bigger than you?"

"Haha! It's so fun!"

Wu Lei chuckled and didn't take it seriously.

Seeing this, Li Yi could only explain to him: "After the loess is kneaded into yellow mud, it must be stirred and squeezed to allow the carbonate minerals inside to work and form viscosity and toughness, just like kneading dough.

, can you understand?"

Wu Lei seemed to understand but still nodded.

Li Yi looked at him and could only continue to explain in the simplest language possible: "If you are kneading noodles, do you have to knead them with your hands?"

Wu Lei nodded again, this time he understood.

Li Yi pointed to the loess on the ground and in the bag, and asked him: "Look at these two big bags of loess. If you mix them with your hands, how long will they last?"

Wu Lei glanced at the two bags of loess, and then remembered how Li Yi was so tired and sore when making noodles before, and hesitantly said: "It will take a day anyway."

"That's right."

Li Yi nodded: "I want to make peace with these two bags of yellow mud, but it's not until night anyway. The work of building the naan pit will have to wait until tomorrow.

After setting up the naan pit tomorrow, we still have to wait for it to dry in the shade. I estimate it will take at least a day or two.

After drying in the shade, it needs to be burned again, and then salt water is sprinkled to form a layer of salt on the surface. This takes at least a day.

Calculate, how many days have it been? Will it delay the filming?"

"yes!"

Wu Lei understood: "This will definitely delay the shooting by one day, which is indeed a waste of time."

"So, we'd better set up the naan pit before tonight, so that we can save time overnight and tomorrow.

Then the day after tomorrow, we should be able to burn the salt layer and try out the naan pit."

Having said this, Li Yi paused for a moment, then looked at him and asked: "So, we have to speed up the process of making yellow clay, but there will be some minor problems that are not a problem. Can you overcome it?"

"no problem!"

Wu Lei didn't even think about it and said sternly: "As long as we can keep up with the filming schedule, what's the big deal?"

Li Yi heard this and nodded approvingly: "Yes, he has a very selfless spirit."

As he spoke, he leaned down and began to untie his shoelaces.

"Eh?"

Wu Lei watched him take off his shoes without saying a word, and was a little puzzled: "Brother Yi, why are you taking off your shoes?"

"Of course we need to speed up the production of yellow clay."

Li Yi explained without raising his head: "Of course, the efficiency of mixing the mud with your hands is not as good as that with your feet. With your feet, you can use your entire body weight to squeeze the mud, and it will be reconciled quickly."

"ah?"

Wu Lei was startled and his eyes widened: "Brother Yi, do you want to use your feet to mix the mud?"

"yes!"

Li Yi had already taken off one of his shoes and socks, put them aside, and said: "From ancient times to the present, everyone uses their feet when working with mud."

"This, this... no no..."

Wu Lei couldn't speak clearly. He stammered and asked, "Brother Yi, these yellow mud are going to be smeared in the naan pit and used to make naan, right?"

"Yes! Didn't I tell you when I came here?"

Li Yi has already started to take off his second shoe.

"The method you are talking about is to stick the prepared noodle cakes with the flour and stick them on the inner wall of the naan pit, which is the mud wall made of this kind of yellow mud, right?"

"Yes, I have a really good memory."

Li Yi took off his second shoe and socks and put them aside.

He stood barefoot on the ground, raised his feet and patted the dust on the soles of his feet, then walked towards the pile of mixed yellow soil.

The black shadow flashed, and Wu Lei stood in front of him: "Brother Yi! You can't do it!"

"What's wrong?"

Li Yi looked at him puzzled.

Wu Lei was on the verge of crying but couldn't cry: "You want to knead the mud with your feet and then make naan cakes for us to eat?"

"yes!"

Li Yi comforted him: "It's okay. I'll wash my feet first and then put on foot massagers. I don't have athlete's foot. Even if there's a little sweat on my feet, I'll burn it over a charcoal fire and sterilize it at high temperature. All bacteria will be gone."

, it’s all clean, at most it’s a little psychological shadow, a small problem, just get over it!”

With that said, he patted Wu Lei on the shoulder and continued walking towards the iron plate.

"no!"

Wu Lei hugged his leg directly and howled miserably: "No! Brother Yi!"

He never thought that the little problem Li Yi mentioned would be this problem.

Can this be considered a minor problem?

Hearing his howl, everyone else in the restaurant rushed over from the restaurant, asking repeatedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened?"

Wu Lei hugged Li Yi's legs tightly and said loudly: "Brother Yi wants to eat the skin of our feet!"

"ah?"

After hearing his words, everyone was stunned: "What to eat? Foot skin?"

"What's going on?"

Huang Xiaoming asked doubtfully.

Wu Lei told everyone Li Yi's intention with a sad face.

After learning this situation, everyone was stunned.

Seeing this, Li Yi shook his head and explained: "It is much faster to step on the mud with your feet than with your hands. Isn't this to save time?

The mud has been mixed in this way since ancient times, and after the inner wall is smeared with the reconciled mud, it is grilled over high-temperature charcoal to kill any germs. It’s just a matter of whether you can overcome it psychologically.”

After hearing his explanation, Huang Xiaoming also stopped him: "Brother Yi, you can't do it!"

This psychological hurdle is not that easy to pass!

Seeing them blocking Li Yi, the audience in the live broadcast room were all watching the excitement and didn't mind it, and started making fun of them with barrages.

"Hahaha! We use our feet to step on the clay stove here and on the clay stove, shouldn't we use it the same way?"

"Brother Yi is right! Haha! Once the fire burns out, all germs will be gone."

"Get out of the way! Let me soak Brother Yi's feet in water!"

"No athlete's foot? How boring is that? I just like to eat something flavorful!"

"Can't bear to walk in the mud? There is still chewing wine in Xiaori Country!"

"Haha! In ancient times, Xinyang Maojian was a tribute tea that was collected by mouth. It was picked by virgins with their lips. It was also placed on the chest and roasted with body temperature. It was so sweaty! Ordinary people were not qualified to drink it, only royal relatives.

Only relatives of the country can drink it!"

"Cuban cigars are said to be made by rubbing them on girls' legs! Those girls in their forties or fifties may not be able to take a bath once a month, and their leg hair is longer than mine. Rich people can still smoke it.

Fly?"

"Brother Yi! Get started! Make the naan pancakes. I'll buy a hundred of them! Ten thousand yuan each! If you sell them, just pretend I didn't tell you."

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Chapter completed!