There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

I don't know when it started, Song Shiyue, who was looking for supplies, has mastered the rhythm of life in the entire camp.Whenever Song Shiyue returns, it is the busiest and happiest time for everyone in the camp.

Of course... Yu Nianbing, who wakes up early in the morning and finds that there is no one around him, and even the bed is half cold, is not in a very good mood.

It's just that there are too many jobs waiting during the day, even if you have a small temper, you have to wait until night.

However, after getting along like this for a whole day, it's really hard to say how much of the previous unhappiness will be left at night.

At least Yu Nian Bing sat down at the table after washing up, and took a bowl of sweet potato flour that Song Shiyue handed over. He was released last night, and this morning he was unhappy because he didn't see anyone, so there wasn't much left. .

More than ten days ago, on the afternoon when Song Shiyue left the camp, Feng Qianqian led them to pour out the water in the large and small pots and buckets where the sweet potato starch was deposited, and pried out the starch that was wet on the bottom. Start drying.

It was also God who gave the food to eat. After several sunny days, the batch of sweet potato starch was quickly dried out.

On the day of drying, Song Shiyue hadn't left for a few days, and everyone was still thinking about making something with the newly obtained sweet potato starch to try.

Vermicelli vermicelli is easy to store and easy to eat. It goes well with soups and stir-fries. Feng Qianqian has always wanted to try it when she was drying sweet potato starch.

So I got starch, and the first thing I made was sweet potato vermicelli.

The reconciled starch paste is boiled directly into powder, which is similar to the way of eating in a small street shop with a big pot at the door. At that time, in the camp, except for Yu Nianbing, the other three had eaten it.Although I don't know the ratio of water and flour, the three of them talked about it, and they only failed once, and the sweet potato vermicelli was produced in the second pot.

The sweet potato starch paste with a suitable humidity becomes a continuous thin line through a colander, falls into a pot of boiling water, and is taken out after forming. It can be eaten directly, or it can be dried on a wooden stick to make dried vermicelli.

Because the previous failed pot made some intermittent vermicelli lumps of different sizes, which were ugly but still edible, so Feng Qianqian used chopsticks to pick them up in cold water and dried them in the subsequent successful pot. .

That pot didn't look good, but it tasted pretty good with egg flower and fungus with green onions.It's a bit like gnocchi, but it's more chewy than gnocchi.

Later, Song Shiyue didn't return for a long time. Everyone in the camp was in a bad mood and the air pressure was very low. They ate whatever they wanted every day, as long as they weren't hungry.After the fans were done drying, no one was in the mood to eat, so they put it on Song Shiyue's back as soon as it was released.

Yesterday, he was rushing to work and taking a bath, so Yu Nianbing even forgot about this new thing.

It's just that I didn't expect that this thing I had forgotten would appear in my bowl early in the morning.

Crystal vermicelli soaked in the soup, covered with shredded bamboo shoots, fungus, mushrooms, shepherd's purse, eggs and shredded pork, the toppings are so rich that it makes people trance.

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Shiyue saw that Yu Nian Bing didn't move her chopsticks, so she couldn't help urging, "Eat it while it's hot."

It was fine if Song Shiyue didn't urge her, but this urging... Yu Nianbing's heart moved.

"Where's yours?" Yu Nianbing abruptly swallowed back the sentence that he wanted to ask if you did it, and didn't dare to hit a straight ball.

I just swallowed it back, and felt that I was really timid.Such a sentence... What's the matter? Is there anything else for straight girls to cook for each other?Don't I cook it often... How come it's Song Shiyue's turn, and I can't help but wonder if I cooked it specially for myself?

"I've eaten it. There's also food left for them. They can make noodles when they wake up. You can eat quickly." Song Shiyue urged with a smile.

"..." Yu Nianbing poked the powder in the bowl, feeling angry that he really thought too much.

Obviously he is a standard screen face, why has he become bigger and bigger recently...

"You did it?" Yu Nianbing didn't need to think about it, and asked this sentence smoothly.

Song Shiyue nodded and said, "I think it's okay, you can try it and see if it works?"

Yu Nianbing glanced at the covered pot in the kitchen next to her, and felt that it was really impossible.

If you are angry, you will be angry, you still have to eat breakfast.

The egg is soft and the meat is fragrant, the bamboo shoots are tough and the mushrooms are elastic, the shepherd's purse is fragrant, and the fungus is crispy. It is served with a chopsticks of sweet potato vermicelli, and a clear soup dyed with oily flowers...

Okay, it's fine...

This person, if you don't always think about liking this person, you should be able to be very, very good friends.

It's just that I can't control my heart, but I have added too many hidden demands to the other party. It is really unfair to this person...

Yu Nianbing ate a few mouthfuls of powder sullenly, and his heart calmed down again. When he raised his eyes to see Song Shiyue's eyes full of expectation, he couldn't be stingy with words of praise.

"It's delicious." Yu Nianbing had just started, and he hadn't started to praise the eggs in it with green onions, and the cured meat with ginger, which removes the flavor very well. It's really good, the taste of the match is light but not too weak, it is suitable for a bowl of warm stomach in the morning when you are going to work... Just see Song Shiyue's expectant eyes, but there is no content added. Just words, the stars all over the sky will be lit up...

Those compliments, those down-to-earth compliments... Yu Nianbing was at a loss for words all of a sudden.

Just three words, so bright and beautiful, those happy eyes seem to be able to absorb the soul of a person, if I continue to say... I am afraid that I will not survive this morning...

Yu Nianbing wanted Song Shiyue to be happier, but he didn't dare to see Song Shiyue happier, so he had to swallow those words for the time being, eat noodles and soup, and use practical actions to show his liking.

Song Shiyue, who got up early in the morning to be a fan, was really happy after only getting three characters. She never thought that there would be words after reading Bing.After all, what could be happier than the person you like and the food you make yourself!

Oh... Yes, eat something made for yourself by the person you like!

Song Shiyue thought about it, and her heart began to pound. Fortunately, Ning Chuyang pushed Feng Qianqian in at this time, and just made an excuse to cook noodles and got up, leaving Yu Nianbing's side.

A good morning starts with a bowl of delicious noodles.

As early as when Song Shiyue and the others started making sweet potato starch, the sweet potato starch and sweet potato derivatives on Xingwang.com have been very popular.Song Shiyue cooked a bowl of sweet potato flour. I don't know how many people in the galaxy had sweet potato flour for breakfast this morning.Not to mention breakfast, the popularity of this bowl of sweet potato flour can last for at least several days.

In the past few days, the price of mutton has also soared.

Ever since Song Shiyue and the others began to "endorse" various agricultural products, many people made bets to invest in things that might appear in Wilderness Star or be found by Song Shiyue and the others.For example, the fish and shrimps that have been seen from Mu Xingzhou, and the Ququcai that Zhao Da and the others are rolling these days, and the lychee grass aliased toad grass that they rolled a few days ago have all been obtained. favored by capital.

Although the latter two grasses that the sheep team can recognize are really bitter, but I believe that Song Shiyue's frugality of not even letting go of unripe jujubes should not be disliked.

Even if Yu Nianbing didn't go out in the future, Song Shiyue was the only one, and even if he encountered an edible plant, the possibility of recognizing it as an edible plant was relatively low.However, Yu Nianbing has not been idle in the camp these days, and used the pen and paper that Song Shiyue brought back from the castle to create a lot of plant patterns.It was because Song Shiyue stayed with the sheep for too long later that Yu Nianbing couldn't calm down, so he stopped writing for a while.

In any case, even with the hoarding capital, Song Shiyue did not expect that Song Shiyue could find a flock of sheep.

Unfortunately, when the flock of sheep appeared in the camera, it was too late to act.After all, there are so many people on Quanxingwang, they are all watching and waiting, and they are hurrying.

On the other hand, the salt lake didn't have a big impact on the salt price. Maybe it's this thing... No matter how strong Song Shiyue's ability to bring goods is, everyone doesn't eat much.

No matter how commonplace salt is out there, any supermarket can put up a small shelf and never sell out.In the eyes of people like Wilderness Star, there are two barrels of unrefined coarse salt, which are hard-won treasures.

This time Yu Nian Bing chose a cloth that was much finer than the one used to filter sweet potato starch.

Coarse salt, pour it into boiled well water to dissolve, then let it cool, pass it through a cloth, and boil it again to evaporate...

It sounds like a few steps, but it really takes time and firewood to do it.

Song Shiyue went out for so many days before, and the firewood piled up outside the utility room and bathroom was not much left.Fortunately, when Song Shiyue went out to build a sheep house, he chipped a pile of waste wood and sent it over, so the pot for cooking salt here did not stop burning.

The house with rabbits, chickens and ducks in the previous camp, as well as the goose house outside, had no reference and were all built by imagination.This sheep house...is no exception.

Although Zhuang Jiachuan said at the beginning that he went to the farmhouse to play, he saw the sheep and built some thin wooden fences to surround them, but he didn't see any roofs, and the fences were not as strong as the circle surrounded by Song Shiyue. , but after all, it is a well-raised domestic sheep.

When Zhuang Jiachuan saw Song Shiyue fighting with the head sheep, the head sheep almost jumped over Song Shiyue's head with a high jump, and he never mentioned that a fence can be used as a sheep house.On the contrary, when Song Shiyue started to build the sheep house, he repeatedly told him to be careful and make the house stronger.

Song Shiyue had never seen what a house for raising sheep should look like, but she had seen a house for raising pigs on TV before the end of the world or in peacetime.

Pigs...and sheep...are similar, right?

The wall and roof are still made of wood, and the bottom is made of stone.

Before Song Shiyue found out that the stone that was going to add a stone wall to the bedroom was not big enough, so he had to find a new one.

To tell the truth, Song Shiyue felt that she had almost run out of stones nearby, and if she found something to make with stones, she would have to go farther to find stones.If it doesn't work out, I still have to go down the mountain to touch the river.

Song Shiyue grazed the sheep while looking for stones for the bottom of the sheep house. After spending the whole morning, she finally found them nearby.

After so much time wasted, Song Shiyue just built a prototype of the house after a whole day, still without a roof.

After all, I'm not in a hurry right now, and I don't need to overuse wood tiles, but moth tiles need some time.

The sheep house is not finished, but the salt has been refined.

The two pots in the kitchen, the boiling water pot outside the bathroom, and even the stone fire that had not been used for a long time in the camp were lit to set up the pots, and finally refined the two barrels of coarse salt before dark.

About one-fifth of the coarse salt in the wooden barrel was consumed, and the remaining salt became whiter from off-white.Of course, the whiteness is still a bit far from the refined table salt you usually eat.But this looks much better, at least closer to the salt I ate before.

In order to comfort Song Shiyue, who was not sure whether the salt would work, Feng Qianqian said that she wanted to pickle the goose eggs.Now that the salt has been refined, Song Shiyue, who has not eaten salted eggs for many years, is a little greedy when he comes to this world and eats other delicious food.

It is not easy to boil salt this day.

Feng Qianqian was a little bit reluctant to add more firewood and stir the pot. Finally, the salt turned white several degrees.

However, goose eggs still need to be pickled.Now these geese can lay six or seven eggs every day.Those eggs that can hatch goslings have also accumulated a few nests in the nest of the goose house, and the next ones that can hatch should be taken out and eaten.

After all, the weather is starting to get cold now, and there will be too many goslings in winter, and they will not be able to take care of them, and the survival rate will not be too high.It's better to control the number from the beginning, as for the few litters now, half of them can hatch, which is already quite a lot.

In this way, in addition to eating the goose eggs that are born every day, some of them can be kept.Fresh goose eggs have not been stored for a long time, and now there is salt, so salted eggs are definitely the best.In addition to the coming of winter, the salted eggs can be stored for a longer time.When it is marinated until it becomes oily, it can enhance the flavor and aroma when served with staple food or crushed in vegetable soup.

The most important thing is...Feng Qianqian, who wanted to try everything, helped the family marinate duck eggs when she was young. It is a waste that this skill is not needed now.

Sometimes, when people suddenly want to eat something, they really... really want to eat it.

In order to pickle the eggs, Song Shiyue said that after the sheep house was finished, she would go and get a few more barrels of salt, so that Feng Qianqian could use it up, and don't be afraid of not being enough.

It's just that after saying this, Song Shiyue felt that it was going to be over...

Sure enough, Yu Nianbing's breathing became heavier all of a sudden.

"Teacher Yu, come with me, so that I can set up a few more pots to cook together, and get more salt in the same time." Song Shiyue tried to stay calm and looked at Yu Nianbing next to him. Late, but still here.

"Will it slow down your progress..." Yu Nianbing froze for a moment, his heart jumped up, but he still had to think about Song Shiyue.

"No, I'll push you away. Let's go straight there without delay, and come back after cooking. The salt lake is quite beautiful, go and have a look." Song Shiyue had already heard Yu Nianbing's heavy breathing, and it was already lightening, but Still couldn't help persuading.

Feng Qianqian, who was thinking about how many goose eggs to pickle in the first batch: "..." Maybe because I was too short in a wheelchair, I was ignored, so I started to sprinkle dog food all over the sky without any scruples?

To be reasonable, let alone how much faster two people can boil salt than one.Song Shiyue pushed Yu Nianbing back and forth, it must be slower than her own back and forth.

However, Song Shiyue really... wanted to take Yu Nianbing to see it.

It's not exactly the matter of the desire to survive just now, it's true... I really want to go together once.

The lake hidden in the narrow and long valley behind the mountain wall is really beautiful and interesting.Song Shiyue had just seen it for the first time, and before the sheep started licking the shore of the lake, and before she thought of salt, she was already hoping that Yu Nianbing could stand beside her and take a look at this interesting lake together.

Later, when Song Shiyue found out that it was a salt lake, she regretted that Nian Bing couldn't take a look together.

Now that the words are rushing to this point, the more Song Shiyue talks, the more feasible it becomes.Just like what Yu Nianbing said last night while pretending to be asleep, this flock of sheep produces milk and wool and can sustain meat, which greatly enriches the reserves of the camp. Even Linxia shouldn't be a big problem.

So, why not go to the lake together?

The person she likes is full of anticipation and smiles coquettishly to persuade herself to go out together. Yu Nianbing, who couldn't bear Song Shiyue's departure for more than ten days, was stretched for too long, and was taken away by Song Shiyue after a while. Next, nodded.

The matter of going to the salt lake together has been settled, but it is not so easy to start.

The plate in the camp is getting bigger and bigger, and I can no longer set off as soon as I want to set off like before.

Not to mention anything else, this flock of sheep has to settle down first, and it takes ten days to go back and forth to the salt lake. During these ten days, the fodder for the chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and sheep in the camp must be prepared, and other people need to use it for their daily lives. All the firewood has to be prepared.Since I have to go out for so long with the sheep, the sheep house must be well-arranged so that other people can feed and clean it conveniently...

Song Shiyue was thinking about something, and she didn't want to rest when the sky was dark, so she wanted to change the sheep house again, or else in the past ten days, either the sheep couldn't bear it, or the people couldn't bear it...

On the side of the sheepfold, Song Shiyue didn't light a single fire, just groped and chipped wood like this. On the way, Ning Chuyang came over with a flashlight and a bucket to milk today's goat milk.

It is also because everyone is busy today, and the pot for cooking salt is not empty, so it has been delayed until now.

Song Shiyue wasn't sure which ewes still had milk at this point, and she hadn't milked them... so she could only take Ning Chuyang in and touch them one by one.

Ning Chuyang watched Song Shiyue busy chasing sheep and fighting with the leading sheep, so he could only bite the bullet and start his first time...

He was already in the dark, and he was still holding a flashlight with one hand. Ning Chuyang's trembling hand just grabbed it and was kicked over even before he grabbed it...

"Why don't you squeeze again tomorrow morning?" Song Shiyue pressed the head sheep under her body and pinned its horns. She had to subdue it, but she didn't dare to hurt the sheep with all her strength, and she didn't have time to help Ning Chuyang.The most important thing is that she doesn't have this experience, and she is afraid that she will not be able to grasp the strength and get hurt.

After all...sheep can't talk...

Thinking of this, Song Shiyue's mind was a little buzzing again, as if a person could get feedback and master his strength if he could speak...

Ning Chuyang, who got up from under the sheep's hooves, didn't know how Song Shiyue's mind was wandering, but he was unwilling to squeeze it again tomorrow.

"The jasmine flowers over there are all washed..." Ning Chuyang spoke, and mustered up the courage to walk to the other ewe who looked more docile.

"Who?" Song Shiyue let go of the head sheep, and the head sheep that had been subdued again got up like a sheep and squeezed back into the flock.

"Feng Qianqian." Ning Chuyang replied in a low voice, then squatted down behind the ewe, and looked up at Song Shiyue, "Help me catch it."

Song Shiyue came over to hold the ewe from the front, and couldn't help but said again: "I think this may require some skill, I can't do it, if you can't, why don't you let Feng Qianqian try it?"

"She's not good at everything..." Ning Chuyang was talking, but before he squeezed the sheep twice with his trembling hand, he was kicked again...

"I'm holding onto it... I can't control my hind legs..." Song Shiyue expressed her innocence at first, and then persuaded, "Why don't you ask Feng Qianqian?"

Anyway... Song Shiyue didn't know why Ning Chuyang was so recalcitrant when it came to milking goats.Shengsheng led her to pinch all the adult ewes in the pen..., even the mud and sheep dung balls that were kicked and stamped on the ground, she was unwilling to go back and try Feng Qianqian.

Or the last ewe was a little too much, if Song Shiyue hadn't really caught the sheep by the side, and when she saw the situation was not good, she would have lifted the whole sheep aside, the sheep would have rolled and kicked Ning Chuyang. face.

There is no need for more evidence that Ning Chuyang is a sucker for milking. Song Shiyue is unwilling to let Ning Chuyang continue to take risks.It has been said that this is a technical job. Before the technology is at home, it is better to go and see if the most skillful person can do it.

It's just that Ning Chuyang really has a different kind of attachment. Song Shiyue has never seen Ning Chuyang, who has always been easy to talk to, be so stubborn. In the end, Song Shiyue took Ning Chuyang out of the sheepfold like a sheep. Ning Chuyang, who kept talking about trying again, gave up struggling.

"Isn't it just that you don't know how to milk cows? It's not a shameful thing. There are so many jobs in the camp, so everyone must be able to do it. If you can't do this, then do other things. If you can't do it, then see if others can do it. I didn't say that I must do it myself." Song Shiyue couldn't help muttering a few words on the road back to the camp while grabbing Ning Chuyang.

Ning Chuyang, who was a little frustrated, lost his previous persistence in the sheep pen, and didn't refute a word.

Because Ning Chuyang was too embarrassed when he went back, Yu Nianbing couldn't help but followed, and Ning Chuyang didn't want to go to freshen up first, so he also came.Only Zhuang Jiachuan was left washing jasmine flowers in the camp, oh... and Gouzi.

Facts have proved that Feng Qianqian's hand...is such a coincidence...

The goat's milk squirted into the barrel, and the ewe that had been pinched and pinched was obedient, let alone kicked back, never moved, and even the bleating sound was a little soft, as if It looks quite comfortable...

There is no need for Song Shiyue to catch the sheep at all, and Yu Nianbing doesn't need to get close, just Ning Chuyang with a flashlight to help illuminate the light, the world of milking does not need a third hand...

Feng Qianqian was really too powerful, and the squeeze was too easy, Yu Nianbing couldn't understand how Ning Chuyang became like this...

It just so happened that Song Shiyue didn't have to do anything, and when she had time, she whispered to Yu Nianbing about the matter of Ning Chuyang being milked by a goat just now.

"Ning Chuyang, if you really want to milk the milk, you should learn from Feng Qianqian now..." Song Shiyue and Yu Nianbing said something before, then looked at Ning Chuyang and said.

"I didn't really want to squeeze!" Ning Chuyang frowned as if his tail was being stepped on.

Song Shiyue was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression on her face: "You just wanted to squeeze, and I told Feng Qianqian to come, but you refused, saying you would definitely do it..."

"No! I didn't!" Ning Chuyang puffed his face.

"..." Song Shiyue thought for a while and nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, you didn't. But dexterity is different. Feng Qianqian's technique is much better than yours just now. You may have struck too hard and not gentle enough before. I will kick you when I feel comfortable."

This time Ning Chuyang remained silent.

Song Shiyue was worried that Ning Chuyang was still thinking about trying. If she ran over to try it when she was not around, she would be injured and would be troublesome, so she said, "It's fine if you don't study, anyway, you don't have to squeeze often. Some are talents, right? You may be born with heavy hands and feel uncomfortable. Some things should be handed over to people who are good at it... Hey, what are you... face..."

Yu Nianbing, who was listening to the conversation between the two, still couldn't figure out why Ning Chuyang was so angry when Song Shiyue was talking in ordinary words.Hearing Song Shiyue talking about Ning Chuyang's face at this moment, he subconsciously raised the flashlight on his hand.

Under the light of the flashlight, Ning Chuyang's face turned red...

Did Song Shiyue say he was angry?

Yu Nianbing hesitated, and the flashlight in his hand didn't come back in time.Then I saw Ning Chuyang secretly looking at Feng Qianqian's hands milking the goat's milk...

oh.Is it because I was told that my hands are heavy and that I can't do it, so I have to prove that I can also make sheep...cough or something else very comfortable?

Is that so?Or do you want to dirty yourself?

Yu Nianbing didn't dare to continue to think deeply, the flashlight was lowered all of a sudden, his face was a little hot, he quickly reached out and pulled Song Shiyue, and interrupted the topic: "I don't know if the jasmine flowers washed by Mr. Zhuang are enough, Speaking of which, do you want to stop smashing two walnuts to cook?"

"Alright, I'll go back and smash it later, do you want some pine nuts?" Song Shiyue was successfully led away.

"Put it..." Yu Nianbing nodded absently, and couldn't help but look at Ning Chuyang again.

His flashlight was down, and he could only look at it with the light that Ning Chuyang was shining on Feng Qianqian. It was not as clear as before, but he could still see the unshakable pinkness on Ning Chuyang's face.

I don't know where these two people have progressed... But maybe not yet... Yu Nianbing glanced at Feng Qianqian who was milking the goat.

Song Shiyue, an idiot straight daughter, said that... and said that she is not human... No wonder Ning Chuyang was so anxious.

In this world, everyone is afraid of being told no, especially this kind of thing...

Yu Nianbing turned off the flashlight in his hand, and shrank back into the darkness, as if he could hide his face that was gradually burning.