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"Uh, forget it, I can't see clearly at night, let's talk about it tomorrow." Ning Miao suppressed her urgency, and reluctantly looked back at every step.

The beetle's hovering heart didn't let go until Ning Miao returned to the temporary camp. Lord Ning is fine with everything, just afraid that he will have an idea later. Dare to think.

Opening the animal skin curtain, a tall orc stood abruptly in front of the bed, Ning Miao was startled, "Brother Bing?"

"It's cold outside, it can't be too long."

Yuzhi's voice didn't fluctuate, but Ning Miao could hear a trace of anger. He didn't dare to make mistakes at the moment, he laughed twice, "It's not cold, they wear single clothes for little feet, I wrap three layers inside and outside, walk around and put on my back." We're all sweating."

"You are different from us." The man came over with an uncompromising tone, "Turn around."

Ning Miao scratched her head, not knowing why, but her body was honest and obedient, and she turned her back to Bai Bing.

The man's big hand picked up the hem of the little female's clothes, and caressed it from the back waist up.

The rough and thick calluses scratched the skin, itching and hurting a little bit, Ning Miao rubbed against the man's palm like a cat, "Haha, um, Brother Bing, itchy~~~"

There is really a thin layer of sweat on the back, the skin under the palms is slippery and elastic, Bai Bing's eyes are dark, "Lie down."

The ambiguity was just right, Ning Miao took off her shoes, lay down on the soft animal skin bed, and some strange thoughts popped up in her mind: lonely man and widowed man, living together in the same room, dry firewood, burning at one o'clock.

The hot water that has been warmed by a charcoal fire came in handy, soaked the animal skin and wrung it dry, sat in front of the bed, stripped off Ning Miao's shirt with one hand, and wiped the scalding animal skin heavily on the back of the little female's porcelain white neck , back, thin waist.

If it was Bai Yi, Ning Miao would definitely pretend to be angry and scold him for being heavy handed, but it would be Brother Bing. In Shanglaojun's alchemy furnace, I'm afraid it's just such a scene.

Bai Bing withdrew his hand only after the little female's back turned red, and the flesh seemed to exude a soft and ripe fragrance.

Ning Miao thought that the "access control punishment" was over, and wanted to turn over at every turn, but the man held her raised shoulders, "Lie down."

"Bingge." Ning Miao twitched her aggrieved and red nose, "It hurts, it really hurts."

A narrow and gentle smile flashed across Youlan's eyes, and he uttered a word after a while, "Forbearance."

Damn, Ning Miao angrily buried her head in the animal skin pillow, and said, "You can you up!"

Feeling his conscience, Brother Bing's technique is several times better than that of Ah Yi, but Ning Miao is a master who can't bear pain.

No matter how tired the body is, it is longing for active massage, and it does not want to receive formal professional Chinese massage. You know, it is treatment, but it is similar to punishment.

As a result, as soon as Bai Bing's hand pressed up, Ning Miao immediately yelled terribly, "Ah, I'm dying, don't push, it hurts, it hurts, ahhhh..."

Crying and howling for a quarter of an hour, the pain gradually eased, and Ning Miao continued to complain, "It hurts to death, brother Bing, don't do this trick in the future, change it to something else, it's fine."

The man turned a deaf ear, and his movements were meticulous.

The "Huangdi Neijing" has a saying: Pain is blocked, and pain is not painful.

Ning Miao is not a person who doesn't know what to do. These days, she really can't bear it after working hard.

Bai Bing took care of food and shelter, and even helped with hot compresses and massages. His own dog bit Lu Dongbin, which was hypocritical, owed, and scum.

The strength became more and more comfortable. Seeing that Bai Bing didn't make a sound, the Yiyan tribal witch hummed and chirped after serious introspection, but he had a funny thought, "Bingge, where did you go to school? Ah Yi can do it too, but it's not as good as you .”

"Father."

The clear and clean sound made Ning Miao's scalp tingle, her ears were pregnant, and she thought: The father of the two brothers must have a lot of background.

"Bingge, tell me about passing on memory."

The pressing was replaced by gentle and rhythmic slapping, "The light on Xiaoyi's forehead opened the door of memory. I don't know which ethnic group's ancient inheritance it is, but there is no obstacle at all. It seems that these memories belong to me and are very familiar. Very kind, Ning, actually I am..."

The cool and light narration came to an abrupt end, and Bai Bing picked up the sleeping Master Wu of the Yiyan Tribe and turned him over.

The two pink dots on the little female's chest were exceptionally soft, rising and falling with her breath, Bai Bing froze, tucked up the quilt skillfully, turned around and walked out of the tent quickly.

Outside the tent, the beetle didn't dare to look at Bai Bing's cold face, and greeted weakly, "Master Bing."

Bai Bing nodded, "Keep it safe."

"Yes, Lord Ice."

When he woke up the next day, Ning Miao beat his chest and stomped his feet. It was rare for Brother Bing to speak so many words in one breath, and he always felt that he missed some key information.

After hastily eating breakfast, Ning Miao Hulala summoned a large group of coolies to explore the muddy mud.

The nearest mud puddle is relatively small, with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters, and the surface of the pool is gray. Ning Miao tried to use a branch to get the mud, but unexpectedly the mud was very sticky, and it took a lot of effort to get out a small puddle the size of a fist.

After taking out the plaster, it dried completely in half an hour, and what the beetle said was true, it was really hard.

"Damn it!" Ning Miao went crazy with surprise. There was nowhere to find it after wearing out the iron shoes. It didn't take much effort to get it. Natural cement is a big hit.

"Lord Ning, be careful!" The beetle grabbed the clan witch who was jumping around excitedly, for fear that Ning Miao's feet would become unstable and fall into the mud.

"Master Clan Witch, is this mud useful?" Chang Chang poked his head out from behind Ya and asked with a blushing face.

"It's useful, it's very useful." Rubbing her long brown hair, Ning Miao couldn't wait to look up and laugh, "What kind of muddy quagmire is this? It's a gift from the gods to build a city!"

After calming down, Ning Miao walked around the mud pool, and after careful observation, he found that the reason why the mud in the pool would not dry up had a lot to do with a kind of plant growing on it.

The plants look like duckweed, palm-sized one after another covering most of the lake surface.

It is estimated that the biological knowledge on the earth cannot scientifically and rationally explain similar phenomena, and Ning Miao does not have the spirit of scientific research. In short, the obtained concrete can be used to cast prefabricated slabs, harden the ground, lay drainage pipes, etc., and the functions are countless.

The dream of Chiyue City has taken an extremely solid step because of the appearance of the muddy quagmire.

The words "gifted by the gods of the clan witches" quickly spread among the crowd. The clansmen did not understand the truth, and their worship of the clan witches took the upper hand. The horrified eyes that used to look at the muddy quagmire became affectionate unconsciously. , baby, it belongs to our Yiyan tribe.

Back at the urban construction site, the size was compared one by one, the animal skin was used as the bottom, and the wooden square was used as the frame. The tool team, experienced and novice, made more than 60 molds, large and small, in a short time.

Back at the muddy pond, Ning Miao commanded Chang Chang and the needle tool team to take out the mud with a wooden spear shovel, put it in the mould, pat it flat with the shovel, and wait for 10 minutes. Before the mud is completely dry, Cover your hands with animal skin and remove the mold.

Wait another 10 minutes, and the first prefabricated cement board of March Star was born in glory.

Choose four muddy ponds that are far away. Changchang, Ya, Jiji, and Zhen are each in charge of one, each with two mats and 40 people, and 160 people are constantly producing cement boards.

Ning Miao's state was very floating and swollen all day long.