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Oakes was very dissatisfied with the sudden overnight robbery, and came over with a face of resentment, followed by fifty handsome men.

Cecil thought this scene was quite eye-catching, and ignored Oakes' chirping: "Why do you have to work all night again? What is so important? We just arrived, don't we need to rest?"

"The tea seeds are almost ripe, pick the red and yellow ones immediately, and the blue ones depending on the situation." Cecil pulled Oakes to a tea tree, "It's this kind of tree, called a tea tree, and it needs to be kept. You can see the shape of the leaves clearly." , don’t cut down the tea trees, shovel all the remaining plants, and replant tea trees. This place will be our tea garden in the future, and people need to be guarded.”

Cecil explained the matter in an orderly manner, and ignored the rest. This was not the first time, and then he only had to watch Oakes snarl at Langdon, and then was blocked back by Langdon lightly, with a mouthful Lao Xue went to complain to her husband Russell.

What happened to these three people in the past?

While Cecil was helping pick the seeds, he kept circling this doubt in his mind. He didn't dare to say or ask, so he could only turn his eyes around the three of them from time to time, and occasionally he could get a meaningful smile from Langdon.

Cecil soon couldn't handle the high-intensity labor for two nights in a short period of time.

The tea seed picking activity lasted for a day and a night. Seeing these handsome boys still in good spirits, Cecil felt that he was too useless. When he saw the handsome boys throwing magic on him, he instantly I understand that it's not that he is too weak, but the magic is too powerful.

"You go back and rest." Langdon was still considerate at the critical moment, and he found Cecil and said, "Without magic support, your body can't support it."

"That's right, miss." Oakes passed by in a strange way, "Delicate flowers should be hidden at home and protected."

Cecil didn't even have the energy to talk back, he yawned, muttered "Okay" and fell asleep, he was so sleepy, even the smelly and thorny humus could not stop the brain's desire for sleep .He had been jolted awake, something so warm and soft in his arms, that he grunted and looked up just in time to see the back of Langdon's cropped head.

Langdon has black hair. If you look closely, you will find that his hair is slightly curly. Whether it is sunlight or moonlight, it will have a clear blue luster. Most Asians have the same original hair color. Note that after discovering Langdon's "true face", he realized that Langdon's hair color was actually a dark blue that was close to black.

Fuck, Langdon is behind my back!

Cecil suddenly became tense and stiff, curling up on Langdon's back like a frightened watermelon bug.

"Awake?" Langdon's voice came from ahead. "You're going to strangle me."

Cecil quickly let go and tried to straighten his upper body from Langdon's back, but with too much force, he almost fell back on the iron bridge.Langdon released his hand at the right time and let him jump to the ground. The grassland was under his feet, and the mud house was not far away. They had already arrived home.

The sky was bright, and Cecil reckoned that this was already the third day. He slept all night and half a day, and it was very sweet.

The place where our home is located can already be called a village, except for less than a hundred extra mud houses—many people share a room with their lovers and husbands, and those who have no relationship will live with two or three people, after all One room per person is too extravagant and wasteful—there are three public facilities, the mushroom house, the toilet, and the kitchen, which are scattered on the grassland in a very large scale.

Cecil looked at this place and couldn't help feeling a little bit about the survival ability of human beings. At the same time, he also noticed another thing: "The fence is about to collapse."

"People who come back today will bring down hard branches to make new fences," Langdon said. "However, I'm afraid the hardwood fence will not be enough soon."

"Cut it again." Cecil said indifferently.

"That's not the problem." Langdon said, "The size of the 'National Wall' depends on the scale. The fewer people you need, the simpler the 'National Wall' is. When there are only a few people, you only need to cut some hardwood to make a fence. Enough is enough, hardwood fences are not enough when there are more people.”

Cecil was flustered for a while, and fire was needed in many places: "Then what should I do? Can the magic of building walls work?"

"It's fine." Langdon comforted with a smile. "More than 100 people is not a problem. I'm worried about another thing."

"what?"

"There is another legend about the 'National Wall', the more civilizations there are inside the wall, the bigger the wall needs to be."

Cecil was taken aback, and reflexively said: "We are not a civilization."

"This is it." Langdon said gently but firmly, "Of course, we can't say that to the outside world. We should say that this is just food, food, and drink, but you and I are very clear that this is civilization, and these things carry Your imprint, the imprint of your hometown, every sip of soup, every use of paper is a sacrifice to your hometown, so we must consider the situation that the "national wall" will leapfrog, which is very rare, and even Many people don't know it, but I'm an ancient survivor, and I know it."

What else could Cecil say, denying it was useless, Langdon had seen through everything from the very beginning, and he deeply doubted how long his true identity could be guaranteed, or...?

"That can only be discussed at that time." Cecil scratched at the long hair, without shampoo and soap, long hair is really not a pleasant experience, "Now it can only be like this."

"agree."

The construction of the kitchen was very fast. In addition, Cecil also requested to build a paper mill. In fact, there is no need for any structure. It is just a large flat and empty room, and a "big bath" is built on the ground for the pulp. After Syl mobilized the knights to split the hardwood bark into hair-thin filaments, the paper fishing tools were available, and the paper mill was officially launched.

The knights complained about fixed-point defecation, mainly wasting extra time running back and forth. Originally, the work routes on the grassland were very scattered. Someone has to cook the food, someone has to organize the saffron bulbs.

The village was fine, and people outside the village would never run back to use the toilet. Even so, the distance from the village to the toilet caused many knights to complain.

"Where are your so-called good things?" Oakes would stab Cecil from time to time, "Where are they?"

"Tell me when you don't stink!" Cecil retorted bluntly, even if he stinks himself.

If you don’t wipe your butt after going to the toilet, there’s no way it won’t smell bad. If you’re careful, wipe it with a cloth.The leaves and grass ropes can't be wiped clean, which is still torture for the delicate chrysanthemums, so some people can't stand it and just don't wipe it, it stinks.

Cecil belongs to the middle class. Sometimes the smell is unbearable and he wipes it. After a few times of rubbing, the chrysanthemum can't bear it anymore, so it smells again. In this tangled cycle, the first batch of paper was finally produced.

Lime bought from Toto Port is very cheap, but long-distance transportation is really troublesome. No matter how cost-effective it is, it is impossible to walk on legs for a month and a half. Griffins are indispensable. Fortunately, the lime is not too heavy. Ten silver coins bring There came enough lime for ten pools.

The grass of the local prairie and the paper made of a few non-hardwood skins in the Luofeng Mountains are very soft, and it is almost impossible to write on, but it is very suitable for wiping the skin. It has no pungent feeling at all, just a little rough.

Looking at the stacked gray papers, Cecil said excitedly: "Don't move, I want to use the first one."

Everyone knew what this thing was made for, and they all stared at Cecil with strange eyes, picked up a few pieces of paper, ran out in a hurry, and came back after half an hour.

Langdon was a little puzzled and said, "Why have you been here for so long?"

Cecil blushed a little, took out a few pieces of toilet paper, and whispered under the horrified eyes of everyone: "It's not shit, it didn't work."

There was a sound of puffing, and there was some laughter in the paper mill.

"Do you want to sell this thing?" Langdon looked at the pile of paper half a person's height. It was just a layer of pulp, and the output was amazing. "How to sell it?"

Cecil was a little surprised and said, "Can't we use it all up?"

"There is still enough lime in the back. The grass is inexhaustible. I don't think it will be used up." Langdon took a piece of paper and pinched it, and quickly poked a hole. "This thing looks It’s not easy to keep.”

Indeed, straw paper is light and soft, not only easy to break but also resistant to moisture, and it is completely unsuitable for preservation according to the current living conditions.

"Then let's sell it. Ordinary people don't talk about it. What do people with money usually use to wipe their ass?" Cecil asked.

"Cloth," Langdon said.

"Fresh straw rope." Luther said, after getting along for a period of time, he won the respect of the knights with "erudition and tolerance rarely seen in the wild people", and took a place in the village.

"Ox wool fabrics." Oakes said. Recently, he has worked hard to learn a lot about Ebo, and he is obviously ready to do a big job.

"Cowhide." Mrs. Klass won the knights' eyes for her credit for being in charge of the spoon.

Fuck, what kind of tough guy would wipe his ass with cowhide? !

Cecil asked back in a horrified tone: "Cowhide? I remember that only high-grade magic leather products are softer? Aren't ordinary leather products very hard?"

"That's right." Mrs. Krass said, "The farmer my husband works for has heard that cowhide is used. It's so valuable!"

Others in the room felt a surge of respect, of course, not because the farmer was rich...

"Before that, let's send some to Biers." Langdon made a suggestion, "By the way, apply for a store."