Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 311

"clang!"

Song Liyun had been standing by Song Dekui's side to help. Seeing the sergeant who had been taken hostage by him draw a knife, he turned around in desperation, and a steel bar suddenly appeared, using his body's strength to lash at the knife edge like a whip.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the steel bar disappeared, leaving only the long knife in the sergeant's hand that was knocked out of his hand and stuck end to end on the ground.

Everyone was stunned!

"Brother Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

The sergeants of the Guangbao Garrison turned pale with fright, and rushed over to lift up boards to save people.

In their view, if such a thick wooden plank hits a person, they will be injured even if they do not die.

As for the Daxing who stabbed people with a knife... At this time, the knife had landed, and he was holding one wrist and circling on the spot: "It hurts, it hurts to death!"

Before the crowd approached, Wu Dong had already lifted the cardboard that was pressed on his body: "What's the fuss!"

Seeing that he was unscathed, everyone was dumbfounded, and asked one after another: "Brother Wu, we saw you being pressed by a wooden plank, are you seriously injured?"

Wu Dong picked up a corner of the cardboard core board with one hand and shook it: "Keep your eyes open, is this heavy?"

A few sergeants smiled and stepped forward to touch and lift the cardboard.

"Old Wu, it's easy for you to talk, but I was almost beheaded!" Song Dekui said angrily, rubbing his stiff arm.

Although the knife didn't hurt him just now, if Xiaoyun wasn't by his side, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Wu Dong looked at Song Dekui who was gnashing his teeth in anger, Song Liyun with a calm expression, and the long knife on the ground. He didn't understand anything.

It's true that Daxing was worried about himself, but he was clearly venting his anger over the hostages captured yesterday.

"Miss Song, please forgive Daxing, he is impulsive and reckless." Wu Dong apologized.

That Daxing was wailing even more: "Brother Wu, I thought you were crushed to death, so... I was impatient and just wanted to scare Boss Song.

I'm sorry Boss Song, Miss Song!I'm a fool, and you adults have a lot. "

Song Liyun glanced at Daxing, this guy doesn't hold grudges, he will take revenge when he has the opportunity, it's better than a private person.

She also felt something strange when she swung the long knife just now. The long knife looked aggressive, but it didn't have much strength, so it flew easily.

It's not right to say that it's just scary, it's better to say that this guy named Daxing wants to hurt Song Dekui.

Since he was not injured, it was Song Dekui who played tricks on Wu Dong first and caused the murder.

Now both Wudong and Daxing apologized, and Song Liyun accepted it.

As for Song Liyun's act of using a flying long knife, no one mentioned it again.

Several people in Wudong already believed that Song Liyun's skills were good, and this was not the first time that Daxing had fallen into Miss Song's hands.

In fact, there was only one suite of cardboard boards on the cart yesterday.

Song Liyun lived in a tent last night, and her cart was not released.

At that time, Wu Dong could only see the piles on the cart covered with felt blankets, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Just now Song Liyun had taken out the cardboard houses in the space, and now they threw them randomly on the carriage.

With Wu Dong's eyesight, they couldn't tell how many things were on the carriage.

When Wu Dong and others realized that this seemingly heavy and thick wooden board was actually much lighter than expected, and it was easy to splice, they almost broke a board on the spot to see what happened.

It was Song Dekui who yelled: "There is a paper core inside, if you break it, you won't be able to connect it" to stop everyone's reckless actions.

Not only Wudong and the others were amazed, Bahrain and others also came over, looking at these cardboard core boards, they were too shocked to speak.

Surprised and surprised, the house still has to be built quickly.

Under Song Dekui's guidance, several men quickly assembled the three houses.

This time, except for one wooden house that was still separated by a stable, the other two houses were assembled to form a large house of [-] square meters.

In this way, not only people can rest, but even the thirteen horses have shelter from the wind.

In order to keep out the cold, several people in Bahrain tied the sheepskins they brought to the board wall on the windward side.

In Song Liyun's space, the stones with human heads pressing down on the foot of the house could not be removed, so they smashed them into the soil with horse stakes left over from the previous tribe, and then fixed the board house with cowhide ropes.

By the time the prefabricated campsites were all completed, the sky was already snowing heavily with wind and snow.

Wu Dong and the others all brought fried noodles with dry food, and Bahrain and the others also hung dried meat water bags under the saddle. According to the usual rules, they could only drink cold water and eat dry food when they stayed out at night.

Only, today is different.

In the center of the [-]-square-meter house, a butter lamp was hung on a rope, illuminating the room.

In the firepit on the ground, the cow dung bonfire is flourishing, and the casserole and mutton soup on the shelf are boiling and foaming.

A few large pancakes were still baking by the fire, the pancakes were already browned, and the burnt aroma of white flour filled the room.

The ground was covered with thick hay and felt blankets, and everyone sat on it, eating a hot dinner around the fire.

It's just that the atmosphere in the room is a little weird, except for Song Dekui who is eating, the eyes of the rest of the people have been staying on the wall of the board room.

The wall surface of the plank is smooth and tidy.

Honeycomb wall core, lightweight.

The wall is three inches thick, giving people a strong and durable feeling.

If they didn't hear the wind whistling outside, and the rustling of sand and snow particles hitting the board wall, they wouldn't feel that they were in the wild.

Bahrain is used to living in yurts, but the people in Wudong prefer this kind of well-regulated house, which is much better than the thatched huts they built themselves.

If they can set up such a simple camp on the patrol route, even if each shift stays outside for three to five days, they will not be afraid of suffering from wind and snow.

When they talked, they mentioned where the cardboard house came from, and could it be sold?What is the price?

Sell!Of course it will be sold!
Song Dekui was so excited that he spat all over the place.

These are all produced by the Song Family Carton Factory, and they are brought out not only for their own use, but also for promotion to the outside world.

I didn't expect that it would be bought for the first time.

He snapped his fingers and talked about the benefits of prefabricated houses one by one. Convenience is the first and cheapness is the second.

Needless to say, it is convenient. Everyone in the house has assembled it by hand, so it is easy to learn.

Although the quality is not as good as the brick and stone houses built with tens of taels of silver, it costs less.

You can buy five houses of one hundred square meters with only two taels of silver.

In the bitter cold and little rain of the north, it is no problem to paint the board wall with waterproof tung oil for a year or two.

Hearing the price and the area of ​​the five houses, not to mention Wu Dong and others were eager to move, even Bahrain was thinking that it would be a good deal to exchange five sheep for one house.

With board houses, the sheep felt for tents is no longer tense.

In the future, there will be no need for a large family to squeeze into a tent, and even giving birth to a baby will be unable to let go.

Thinking of this, Bahrain also began to join the discussion in poor Wuchao dialect.

Song Liyun was not crowded with these men, she stayed alone in her own hut.

While eating hot food on the charcoal stove, I used the lamp to draw a map of the day I walked.

In addition, there is still a problem in her mind.

That's why this tribe suddenly moved their tents. Is it really because there is something wrong in Mida Valley?
(End of this chapter)