Raise a paper man in the game of SAN [Infrastructure]

He Qianlan's eyes fell back on the remaining wild boar meat piled up into a hill, and she was also moved.

She replied with a look of embarrassment: "Yes, it is possible, but the process of roasting pork jerky is too complicated, and manpower cannot keep up with the speed of the meat's spoilage."

"I also considered roasting pork jerky before, but roasting it until it is completely dehydrated is too time-consuming and firewood, and it is easy to spoil if it is wet... I plan to dry part of it and forget about smoking part."

It's not a big deal if it takes time and effort, there is a cooking machine!

Ling Song's eyes lit up, and he showed an encouraging smile: "Aunt He, I believe in your cooking skills, so I came to you."

"Pork jerky is too hard, so many of us elderly people with bad teeth can't eat it after roasting it. Unlike dried pork, which can be easily cooked, they can eat it too."

Then he blinked, "Anyway, I'm in a hurry now, can you help me make a piece of dried pork? It doesn't take too much, just like making a sample, just do it with the most meticulous attitude. Just to satisfy everyone's hunger May I?"

I thought it wouldn't take much if I only did a little.

Ling Song also saved the life of his family, Yang Yang, which is nothing compared to this kindness.

So Aunt He really did it.

While waiting, the bonfire crackled and burst out, bursting out many beautiful crimson ashes.

Yuno came over, he didn't sit down, and asked Ling Song with his back straight: "Why do you sleep on the roof at night?"

Hearing this sentence, Ling Song was also taken aback.

He didn't expect that people would find out that he was basking in the moonlight, so he smiled narrowly, with affection in his eyes.

Ling Song stretched out his hand, No. [-] and No. [-] scrambled to float over, sitting on his hand obediently and shaking their legs.

It's a pity that they all look like a piece of paper, which looks very thin.

Before answering this question, Ling Song held the little paper figurines and raised his head to ask Yun Ye: "You can see my little paper figurines, don't you think about how they got here? You just saw with your own eyes how I put the two paper figurines together. called out."

Yuno, who has never had the desire/desire to pry into other people's privacy, was slightly stunned and shook his head.

Ling Song hooked his hand to signal him to sit down, pinched the paper figurines to Yunye's shoulder one by one, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I accumulate moonlight by basking in the moonlight, and then I use the moonlight to make little people." of."

It's been a long time since anyone talked so close to him, and he's not used to it.

But he also saw that Ling Song didn't want to tell everyone his secret out loud, so he didn't run away immediately.

After listening to his words, Kano shrank his neck to relieve the strange itching, and took half a step back thoughtfully.

The young man lowered his head slightly, his black hair completely melted into the dark night, Ling Song wanted to rub it for some reason.

But before his hands acted on their own, he suppressed the urge.

Yuno raised his head again, his expression becoming more natural, and he also asked Ling Song in a low voice: "Do you have to stay outside to bask in the moonlight?"

Ling Song shook his head, "No, as long as the skin can be exposed to the moonlight."

In fact, the moon is already high up now, and he is already absorbing the firefly moonlight.

It's just that the naked eye can't see it because the meeting place is brightly lit.

Yuno gathered the paper figurine on his shoulders into his arms, and stood up abruptly to block the shadow.

His eyes were filled with the unique confidence of a teenager: "Then don't rush to have a party, let's go to your house and help you renovate the house."

This is the solution he came up with after thinking for a long time.

Back at Lingsong's house, Yune didn't avoid suspicion as he did two days ago, he went straight into the bedroom.

After visual inspection and gestures for a while, I discussed with No. [-] a few more words.

Ling Song didn't hear clearly what he said.

Number One nodded and split into two smaller Number Ones. One floated out to measure the size of the windows of the vacant house, and the other started to tear down the windows.

Afterwards, the two of them worked together to bring back the removed windows, turned their hands into light blades to make holes in the roof of the bedroom with bare hands, and found some parts to try to install the windows.

Seeing Yuno pushing his bed under the window while No. [-] was working, Ling Song finally understood.

great!No need to sleep on the roof!He didn't even think of this way!

Not only did Ling Song not think of the idea of ​​bringing moonlight into the house, but Danmaku also realized that there is still such a problem-solving idea.

"It's been a few years since I watched Songsong's live broadcast. It's the first time I don't need to see him use the sky as a quilt to absorb Yuehua. I'm a little moved, why?"

"Hey, it turns out that this problem can be solved by opening a super-large skylight?! I was shocked! The NPC in this game is so smart."

"Ono, Ono, No. [-] in the world!! This inadvertent gentleness is too poignant for me, whoop, which platform is the Apostle of Doom on? I want to play it too!"

"Thanks to the number one arrangement for Songsong in this game, otherwise who can quickly open holes in existing buildings? Even if you can think of a way to bask in the moonlight, you have to rebuild the house. I declare today that I am the number one blower." Yes. Of course, I love baby No. [-] too! I’m the paper doll group!”

"This house is quite interesting after the renovation, but it doesn't feel very private. Anyone who wants to peek at Songbao can just go to the roof... It's a clear view, it's so easy."

"It's just a game. I don't think NPCs will be so boring... Besides, isn't he more likely to be watched when he sleeps outside? Sigh, I also want a Yuno Ono who knows the cold and the hot!"

The next day, early in the morning, He Yangyang brought over roasted dry and fragrant pork jerky.

Because Lingsong needs very little quantity, only a few slices in one pot will be finished quickly, so Aunt He doesn't have much room to display her talents.

So after Ling Song left, she used her brain again and studied several flavors.

Finally, after everyone's tasting, the spicy, five-flavored and honey flavors were selected.

Not knowing Ling Song's preferences, she was worried all night, and asked He Yangyang to send them all at dawn.

He Yangyang watched Brother Ling try to eat pork jerky, and found that the expression on his face obviously liked it, and he was relieved. He believed that his mother's cooking skills would not be overturned!

Ling Song asked Yang Yang, "Yang Yang, which flavor do you like best?"

He Yangyang swallowed: "Honey juice! But honey is so expensive, you need a lot of things to exchange for a little bit."

Ling Song keenly caught the blind spot in the conversation, and he was surprised: "Huh? Can honey be exchanged?"

Unlike Yun Ye who guessed that Ling Song came from the Red Bee Forest, Ling Song really didn't know that there was a group of bee tribes hiding in the forest.

He Yangyang showed an expression that I knew you didn't know, and patted the stool to signal Ling Song to sit down.

Next, He Yangyang gave him a comprehensive overview of the bee tribe.

They are newly evolved human beings born after the disaster. The whole family is female. They are petite and weak, and the tallest is only 1.4 meters.

The skin of the bee family is covered in bright yellow and black, only the exposed cheeks are normal flesh-colored, with a bulging abdomen like a bee for making honey, and huge bee wings growing on the back.

But only immature young bees can fly, and adult bees can only glide briefly.

There are only traces of the bee tribe's activities in the red bee forest, and they have set up camp in the depths of the forest very early.

But they seemed unwilling to leave the crowd completely, so they opened bee houses on the outskirts of the forest.

Bee House specializes in selling some honey products.

Eating these foods has the effect of speeding up the recovery of San value, but the price is very expensive. A palm-sized honey cake costs 2000 crystal coins.

Therefore, the best-selling product inside is a 500ml bottle of raw honey with 500 crystal coins.

"Although many people think that the bee tribe is scary, but I think the sisters of the bee tribe are all nice."

He Yangyang recalled the scene when his mother took him to buy honey.

After they found out that they were children, they even gave them a small bottle of honey and a handful of candies.

Ling Song nodded, he agreed with He Yangyang's attitude of not judging people by their appearance.

However, he thought a little more than He Yangyang. There may be the following reasons why the Feng tribe people refused to completely hide from the world and open a shop.

[-]. There are only females in their clan, and they may need to contact men to reproduce, but the possibility of parthenogenesis and the absorption of normal females and acquired transformation are not ruled out.

[-]. The honey brewed by the girls has overflowed, and some of it needs to be consumed, just as there is a place in the bee clan that needs crystal coins.

[-]. The beehives are not as simple as they appear on the surface. The bee house is a hub, relying on the bee house to transmit information, and there are deeper secrets hidden behind it.

At present, the only way for Ling Song to get information is to listen to He Yangyang's popular science.

No matter how good this kid is, he still sees things differently from adults. If he wants to understand more deeply, he must find the answer by himself.

Besides, the race that can live in the red bee forest for a long time is not a soft persimmon at all.

After regaining his senses, Ling Song accepted the recipe given by No. [-].

He showed a smile, hugged He Yangyang by the waist, and said with a smile on his face, "Let's go, let's see how much pork jerky can be made from the remaining raw materials."

When I came to the main square, I talked with Aunt He.

The latter asked in confusion, "Xiao Ling, do you want so much pork to finish?"

"It's not that Auntie is reluctant to give you a share, or we can't waste things no matter what. I originally planned to smoke part of it and dry part of it."

Smoking and drying are her most common methods of preserving meat.

It's just that if you want to cook all the nearly one thousand catties of wild boar, the process must be very sloppy, the taste is not very good, and you will have the illusion of a throat when you eat it.

As soon as Ling Song opened his mouth, he asked her what to do if she ordered half of the meat, and she really felt a little distressed.

Knowing that Aunt He was not really stingy, Ling Song laughed, his eyes were as bright as stars: "Of course, you can give me a copy of the materials first, and I will make it for you to see."

But what did Aunt He call herself just now?

He didn't catch it.

He said that he did it, but the job was still snatched by No. [-].

Now as long as he thinks of what to do in his mind, he will rush to be a tool man in the next second.

Even washing his face and brushing his teeth, No. [-] wanted to do it for him.

Although Ling Song is useful, he doesn't want to make himself a useless waste because of the paper figurine, and he still tries his best to do his own thing.

Throw all the ingredients into the cooking machine, and after 30 seconds, the machine will turn on and there will be a piece of pork jerky with a standard thickness and size.

He Qianlan looked amazed, she squeezed a piece and tasted it, and said pleasantly: "The taste is exactly the same as mine! Xiaoling, you have the ability to tell me earlier, I'm worried for nothing."

After that, she waved her hand and said very boldly: "Don't talk about half of the meat, I will give you four-fifths!"

"Okay, okay." Ling Song agreed, but with a strange expression.

This time he finally heard how Aunt He called him...

Xiaoling...

Scratching his head, he still couldn't help but said, "Aunt He, can you call me Songsong or Xiaosong? Xiaoling really doesn't sound very nice..."