After living on a desert island, they all plotted evil against me.

"Oh……"

Mi Mi responded with a glare, Su Yan was just asking casually.

Putting her little hand with no place to rest on Zhou Fang's chest, she fell asleep again.

Seeing this scene, Song Shuyao, who had a guilty conscience at first, breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she also walked out of Bamboo House No. [-].

When Song Shuyao quietly opened the door, ready to take one look at Zhang Liu and go back to sleep immediately.

However, she looked at Zhang Liu who was sitting on the bed and looking towards the door.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Shuyao whispered: "Zhang Liu... you... you are still awake..."

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Zhang Liu, who was drawing septic tank drawings on his notebook and preparing to completely solve the excrement problem, also asked.

"It's nothing... I'm just upset and can't sleep. I wanted to find someone to talk to but everyone fell asleep." Song Shuyao cleverly expressed her state in another way.

Then she lowered her head and walked around the two hanging sausages hanging at the door, and then walked to Zhang Liu's bed.

"Zhang Liu, what are you doing when you're not sleeping?" While talking, Song Shuyao naturally looked at the drawing in Zhang Liu's hand, and then said, "Can't you sleep too?"

"No... just sitting quietly like this can be considered a rest." Zhang Liu smiled and then answered.

At this moment, the sound of raindrops falling suddenly came from above their heads.

"Da da da……"

The rain fell in patter. Compared with yesterday's heavy rain, it was much lighter.

But this rain brought a wind from the east.

Accompanied by air movement.

Suddenly, the entire bamboo house was filled with the fresh smell of rain.

At the same time, this wind also made the already somewhat cool bamboo house feel cold.

"It feels a little cold..."

Song Shuyao whispered, and then she sat next to Zhang Liu.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Song Shuyao just sat silently.

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhang Liu felt very keenly the situation of the girl in front of him at this moment.

The other party seemed to be silent, but wanted to talk.

"Didn't I just say that I was so upset that I couldn't sleep and couldn't find anyone to talk to." Song Shuyao took her eyes back from the half-finished drawing in Zhang Liu's hand, and then she asked: "How long will it take to build this thing?"

"It's been a long time, at least until the rabbit nest is built."

Since Song Shuyao wasn't going to say what was upsetting her, Zhang Liu wasn't going to continue asking.

After all, his relationship with the girl next to him wasn't much better.

If not for this accident.

I'm just afraid that I and the other person will never have any intersection in this life, or even talk to each other again.

After all, although the conflict was very small, Zhang Liu, as a poor student, would definitely avoid another direct conflict with the eldest lady Song Shuyao.

"A long, long time...how long is it?" Song Shuyao adjusted her body as she spoke.

After sitting next to Zhang Liu, she felt that her tense nerves began to relax, and her voice gradually became a little trance-like.

"First of all, a batch of bricks must be fired, and secondly, enough cement and lime must be prepared." After listening to Song Shuyao's question, Zhang Liu also answered after thinking carefully: "And the weather must be good enough, and finally At least it can’t rain during the day on the day of construction.”

"Cement?" Upon hearing these two words, Song Shuyao's eyes widened in surprise.

She had already heard Zhang Liu talk about lime, but she had never thought about cement. After all, it didn't sound like it could be obtained in nature.

"Yeah, but it's not the kind of cement that requires high temperatures. I used to like watching documentaries, and there was a way to make cement with plant ash." Zhang Liu saw the surprise on the face of the girl next to him, so he also said: "I estimate that there is already a lot of fine plant ash in the charcoal kiln of Bamboo House No. [-]. I will test it later in the evening."

"Is that so...I feel like you are really powerful."

Although I haven’t seen the “physical cement” that Zhang Liu took out yet.

But at this moment, just watching the other party planning his house and life step by step, Song Shuyao couldn't help but whisper: "You are much more capable than me."

"Huh? Why do you think so?" After explaining, Zhang Liu continued to draw the drawings. After hearing Song Shuyao's words, he also said casually: "I'm just making cement. You can't think I'm awesome like this. Then you still She knows how to belly dance, but I can’t even learn it with my belly.”

"Pfft..." After hearing this, Song Shuyao, who was still a little depressed, was immediately amused by Zhang Liu.

Unknowingly, she was already lying on Zhang Liu's bed.

Lying next to Zhang Liu, Song Shuyao took the hair out of her elbows and asked, "Do you know why I want to learn belly dancing?"

"Well, it's probably because of interest. What can a young lady from a rich family like you want to do?" Zhang Liu answered casually while he had already drawn the drawing of the septic tank.

He turned to look at Song Shuyao, who had been lying next to him for some time.

Zhang Liu had a look of surprise on his face: "Why are you lying here?"

"Why can't I, the eldest lady from a rich family like me, lie down next to you?" Propping up her body on her elbows and looking at the other party, Song Shuyao directly used the complaint Zhang Liugang had made.

But as the eyes of the two exchanged, her face became more and more embarrassed.

Finally, Song Shuyao lay down again silently.

"I'm very upset..." Turning her body sideways and deliberately facing Zhang Liu with her back, Song Shuyao said, "Really..."

"Are you homesick?" Zhang Liu had never thought about how Song Shuyao would feel about him.

So he also tried to make the most likely guess.

In Zhang Liu's thoughts at the moment.

The other party is likely to have an emotional breakdown just like Lan Yueting last time.

It's just that we haven't been exposed to rain, so it hasn't exploded yet.

"A little bit." Originally, Song Shuyao wasn't too homesick, but now that Zhang Liu spoke like this, she really felt that way.

Recalling her parents' strict demands on herself, Song Shuyao felt a little sad for a moment.

If she could go back in time, she would never despise her parents' demands on her, and would be more sensible and obedient.

"Zhang Liu, can we still go home?"

Along with Song Shuyao's low voice asking.

Zhang Liu replied in a firm tone: "We will definitely survive!"

Looking at the girl who turned around because of his answer, he thought that the girl was on the verge of a mental breakdown and comforted her: "You can only live hard first, and then you can talk about going home. Song Shuyao, you must have a positive and optimistic attitude." That’s it!”

PS·This is a drawing of a septic tank used to deal with excrement

(It is not being manufactured for the time being because the front-end technologies "Quick Lime", "Grass Cement", "Ceramic Pipes" and "Wall Building Technology" are not lit.)

Chapter 189 Anya is ready to defend her dignity as a man

"Have you always been so optimistic?" Song Shuyao said as she raised her head and looked at Zhang Liu.

"In fact, there is not much difference in essence between optimism and unoptimism, right?" Hearing Song Shuyao's words, Zhang Liu said with a smile: "Both of them are just attitudes towards life. If you ask me, I prefer to show off. What a rotten attitude towards life.”

"You're still showing off like this." Looking up at the boy in front of her who she secretly admired, Song Shuyao said in a naughty tone: "You've already graduated from junior high school to high school. You get the first place every time in the exam. Classmate Wang Zhangliu!”

Although this aristocratic girls' school does not have any examination ranking system, it will still take the examination.

However, Zhang Liu would end the secret ranking among students by ranking first in the school every time.

"After all, I was specially recruited to improve my grades. If my grades are not good, I will be expelled." Zhang Liu just smiled at Song Shuyao's teasing.

Then he said: "In case of being expelled, without Anya's financial support, my two sisters and I will have to drink the northwest wind."

Looking at Zhang Liu, Song Shuyao opened her mouth but could not speak.

She just wanted to blurt out, "Come to my house if you are fired."

But thinking of the mocking words she had once made, Song Shuyao did not dare to speak.

At the same time, she felt even more shameless.

Song Shuyao would talk about Zhang Liu before. On the one hand, her family's overly idealistic education of "poor and lowly cannot be moved" was on the one hand, and on the other hand, she couldn't compare to Zhang Liu every time she took the exam.

I feel secretly jealous...

He didn't notice anything strange about his classmates.

After chatting with the other party for a while.

Zhang Liu continued to take out his notebook and began to draw a structural diagram of the future house.

Now that preparations have been made, some people will be left here.

Then the bamboo house can no longer meet his requirements.

In Zhang Liu's mind, a stone house built with stone bricks is a place that can provide long-term shelter.

He doesn't want the girls to be troubled by rain or excrement problems after he goes to sea in the future.

"Uh huh..."

Just when Zhang Liu was concentrating on writing the strategy for building a long-term house on paper.

Song Shuyao, who was lying next to him, suddenly hummed.

He was dragging his cheeks with his hands to look at the other person, while he was lying on the bed. His two slender hind legs wearing white stockings were slightly raised and they were constantly kicking the bed.

The sound coming from the nasal cavity has no rhythm or melody.

At this moment, she was just lying in the ear of a boy whom she already admired and liked so much that she happily made some noises to celebrate.

The sound is very soft, but very pleasant to the ear, just like a song carefully composed by a music master.

Because this is the sound a girl makes when she is truly happy.

In the sound of Zhang Liu's pen writing.

Song Shuyao, who was extremely upset at first, felt that she was suddenly no longer upset.

Slowly closing her eyes, she lay beside Zhang Liu and fell asleep.

And a soft white hand quietly held the corner of the other party's clothes.

"Zhang Liu..."

When Anya and others came to see Zhang Liu after their nap.

They only saw the coats of Song Shuyao and Zhang Liu who were sleeping on the bamboo bed.

"Well?"

Hearing the sound, Song Shuyao stood up from the bed.

He looked at each other awkwardly for a while with Anya and others standing at the entrance of the bamboo house.

Then, feeling a little dazed, she subconsciously covered Zhang Liu's legs that were wearing white stockings with the clothes that Zhang Liu had taken off.

Everyone did not speak.

But even Zhou Fang's expression was a little subtle at this moment.

As for Anya, her eyebrows straightened up, with a dissatisfied expression on her face.

She could allow Zhang Liu to find anyone, but it definitely couldn't be this guy in front of him!

At the same time, Zhang Liu was busy making plant ash cement in Bamboo House No. [-].

The charcoal kiln in Bamboo House No. [-] contains plant ash about a knuckle thick.

These are all leftovers from the large-scale burning of charcoal during this period.

Half an hour ago, with his upper body bare, he had already taken out the plant ashes bit by bit.

If you use a clay jar filled with water, it will still be nearly half full.

However, Zhang Liu really didn't know the detailed procedures for making "local cement" from plant ash.

He had only practiced English before and saw such a sentence when watching a documentary.