Song Liyun wants to build a small house that is convenient for her to use independently.
Although she has a fully equipped camping tent in her space.
But those are items from the apocalypse.
There was only one in the Wu Dynasty, and it was a unique item. She was reluctant to take it out and use it.
And that kind of thing is so eye-catching that it would be difficult to explain it if someone saw it and asked.
This kind of simple prefab house is lighter to use than heavy wool felt, faster to assemble, and most importantly, cheaper.
The wooden house can even be fixed on the cattle cart and can be used by people during the migration of cattle.
Initially, she thought of using all paper.
However, the current processing technology is not good, and the cardboard is not waterproof. If it encounters wind and snow, it will collapse completely if it is wetted by the snow.
Moreover, the cardboard is too light and will be blown apart by a strong wind.
The paper core is sandwiched between wooden boards, which has the thickness to insulate from heat and cold, and has enough strength to support it.
The paper core board looks very thick, but it feels light in the hand, less than 40% the weight of a real wooden board.
Song Dekui was already sweating profusely, but he was very excited.
At Baolin-Curie, when Carpenter Mu brought samples for trial fitting for the first time, it was Han Ming who joined him.
Under the command of Carpenter Mu, the two mastered the essentials very easily and found it easy to disassemble and assemble.
That was just a house assembled, but now it is two houses in a row, and it can even be assembled into several yards.
The walls of the prefabricated house are reinforced with stones, and steel nails are laid at the four corners to ensure that they are safe even in strong winds.
By the time the two houses and stables were completed, an hour had passed.
Song Liyun laid the wooden floor in her small house, opened the top exhaust vent, placed a charcoal stove with a chimney, took out the pot and boiled hot water.
The fire lit up, and the room gradually became warmer.
Song Liyun washed her hands and face, and then took out the boxes of meals that had been prepared.
Outside, Song Dekui was humming a little tune.
First, he put the specially prepared fodder for Juqing and Zaohong in a wooden box that served as a trough, and then brought water and put it aside to prepare it for the horses to drink.
Then he let go of the reins and waited for the horse and his wife to make love and lower their heads to eat grass.
Only then did he lead the old horse "a pound of salt" to the other side.
There is also a wooden box there.
Song Dekui tied the reins of the old horse to the wooden railing, pointed at the same specially made ingredients in the wooden box and cursed: "One pound of salt! One pound of salt, you see you have no meat, even for making soup."
We have to use good ingredients to feed oil and water, so it’s a big loss!”
"You can't ride, you can't walk, and if you can't even lead the way, I'll let the wolf eat you!"
Lao Ma's dark eyes didn't even look at him. He bowed his head, pushed Song Dekui aside, put his mouth into the wooden box, and immediately started eating.
Song Dekui was squeezed against the board wall by the horse, and he screamed anxiously: "Get out of the way, you bastard, you did it on purpose, I know you did it on purpose."
"You're a saltbag with a bad stomach..." Song Dekui scolded while struggling hard and pushing the horse's butt out.
Lao Ma didn't seem to notice that he was squeezing the person, sticking his butt out, pressing him against the wall, and even tilted his body to use his strength.
Finally, when Song Liyun heard the banging noise on the wall and ran out, he saw Song Dekui getting out from under the old horse's belly.
"Uncle Kui, what are you doing?" Song Liyun asked in surprise.
Song Dekui's face was flushed red at this time, and he was covered in dirt.
When Song Dekui saw that Song Liyun saw him in such a mess, he quickly pushed Lao Ma aside and said with a smile: "Nothing, nothing, I was just giving a pound of salt to check my body."
He was embarrassed to say that he was bullied by an old horse.
Song Liyun did not doubt that he was there, so he only carried half a bucket of water and placed it next to the old horse: "The old horse has bad teeth. In the future, he will eat more refined food and less hay outside."
Song Dekui said: "Xiaoyun, you agreed that you will leave the care of the horse to me. Don't worry, I will ensure that the horse can jump happily into the Mida Valley."
He still has experience in taking care of animals. The old horse looked like it was going to die, but it was still very energetic after the afternoon run and it might not die for a while.
Now he feels that the trouble is that the old horse is full of ghosts and ghosts. There will definitely be trouble in the future, and he has to find a way to tame it.
Of course Song Liyun knew that Song Dekui was very fond of horses, so this instruction was just a casual saying: "Uncle Kui, when you are done here, go in and wash your hands and eat. Today we will eat the rabbit and soft cakes from Xiao An Nong."
Song Dekui's eyes lit up and he immediately became energetic: "Okay! Xiaoyun, go quickly, go quickly, I'll finish it right away."
Song Dekui picked up the water and poured a little on the old horse's grass, quickly mixed the ingredients inside to wet it, and muttered: "You evil-minded old guy, you are going to die but you still have a few days to live a good life and have good food to eat."
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His hands were raking in the grass, and the old horse was snorting in anger.
Seeing that he had regained the game, Song Dekui chuckled and said, "If you dare to play tricks on me again, I will deprive you of fodder."
As he spoke, he took out a small salt bag, sprinkled a few salt grains into the old horse's hay, and placed the bucket next to the hay so that the horse could eat and drink freely.
This horse has bad teeth and usually doesn't have enough to eat. If it hadn't been for him and Xiaoyun, he would definitely not be able to survive this winter.
After all three horses were fed, Song Dekui quickly washed his hands and face and entered the wooden house.
The food is already fragrant.
At this time, on the charcoal stove placed in the middle of the room, there was soup simmering in the casserole.
Next to it is a plate of heated spicy rabbit dices and soft pancakes.
Song Dekui's face was full of smiles: "Wow! Hahaha, it's really Bunny.
Hey! Xiao An’s cooking skills are very good, and the shop will definitely have a prosperous business in the future."
"Well, I think so too. I'm afraid I'll get tired of eating rabbit meat in the future!" Song Liyun put down the bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile.
Song Liyun has already said that she will leave one of the shops in Ruijin Town for Xiao An to open a restaurant specializing in selling rabbit meat.
Ever since Xue Zhuang knew that Xiao An liked live rabbits and would buy them whenever he saw them, he put out a message at the market in Ruijin Town and asked people to catch the live rabbits and deliver them to Baolin Residence.
The reproduction rate of rabbits is also astonishingly fast. Now the number of rabbits in the backyard of Baolinju has exceeded a hundred, and the number of rabbits is still increasing.
Fortunately, enough pellet feed was made during the summer harvest, so there was no need to worry about feeding.
Xiao An now not only carefully raises rabbits every day, but also carefully studies rabbit meat recipes.
With the help of Mrs. Yun, I can make spicy rabbit heads, spicy rabbit dices, dry pot rabbit, cold pot rabbit, stir-fry and deep-fry several dishes, which is more than enough to open a restaurant.
In Song Liyun's space, there are many kinds of rabbit meat dishes that Xiao An usually makes, enough for her and Song Dekui to eat in different ways on the grassland.
Song Dekui raised his eyebrows: "Tired of eating? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
How can you get tired of such delicious meat?
Xiao An once said that he would like to eat delicious rabbit meat for the rest of his life.