There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

I don’t know when, Song Shiyue, who was looking for supplies, mastered the pace of life in the entire camp.When Song Shiyue returns, it is when everyone in the camp is busiest and happiest.

Of course... Yu Nianbing, who woke up early in the morning and found that there was no one around him, and even half of the bed was cold, was not very happy.

It's just that there are too many tasks waiting in the daytime, even if you have a small temper, you have to suppress it until the evening.

However, after spending a whole day together like this, at night, how much of the unhappiness left before is really hard to say.

At least Yu Nianbing sat down at the table after washing, and took a bowl of sweet potato flour that Song Shiyue handed over. The pigeons were released last night. This morning, I couldn’t see people’s unhappiness again, and there was no more left. .

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

It was God who fed the food, and for several sunny days, that batch of sweet potato starch quickly dried out.

On the day it was dried, Song Shiyue had not left for a few days, and everyone was still thinking about making something with the new sweet potato starch.

Vermicelli noodles are easy to store and easy to eat. They can go with soup and stir fry. Feng Qianqian always wanted to try it when he was drying sweet potato starch.

So I got starch, and the first thing I did was sweet potato fans.

The reconciled starch paste is boiled directly into powder. This is similar to the way of eating in a small street shop with a big pot and pestle at the door. At that time, in the camp, except for Yu Nianbing, the other three had been eaten.Although they don't know the ratio of water to powder, the three people talked about it in a whisper, and only failed once, and the sweet potato fans were brought out in the second pot.

The sweet potato starch paste with proper humidity becomes a continuous thin thread through a slotted spoon, and falls into a pot of boiling water. After molding, it can be taken out and can be eaten directly or dried on a wooden stick to make dried vermicelli.

Because the previous failed pot made some fan pimples of different sizes that were similar to intermittent ones, which were ugly but still edible, so the succeeding pot was picked up by Feng Qianqian in cold water with chopsticks. .

The pot looks ugly, with the egg flower and fungus with green onions, it tastes quite good.It's a bit like gnocchi, but it's more chewy than gnocchi.

Later, Song Shiyue was delayed. Everyone in the camp was in a bad mood, and the air pressure was very low. They ate as they pleased every day, as long as they were not hungry.When the fans were done, no one had the intention to eat it, so they put it on Song Shiyue's return.

Yesterday, I was rushing to work and taking a shower. Yu Nianbing forgot that there was still this new thing.

I just didn't expect that this forgotten thing appeared in my bowl early in the morning.

The glittering vermicelli was soaked in the soup, and the toppings were made of shredded bamboo shoots, fungus, mushrooms, shepherd's purse, eggs and shredded pork. The toppings were so plentiful and tranceful.

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Shiyue couldn't help but urged, seeing Yu Nianbing without moving his chopsticks, "Eat while it's hot."

Song Shiyue didn't urge it. This urge... Yu Nianbing's heart moved.

"What about yours?" Yu Nianbing swallowed back the sentence I 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 wrong, what else is there for the straight girls to cook a meal with each other?Don’t I do it often...Why is it Song Shiyue’s turn that I can’t help but wonder if it’s specially cooked for me?

"I've eaten it. I have some vegetables for them, so you can get some noodles when you get up. You can eat it soon." Song Shiyue urged with a smile.

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

Obviously I am a standard screen face, how come it has become bigger recently...

"Did you do it?" Yu Nianbing didn't need to think any more, as he asked these words smoothly.

Song Shiyue nodded and asked for credit: "I think it's okay, you try and see if it works?"

Yu Nianbing glanced at the pot with the pot in the kitchen next to him, and felt that it was really not working.

With a big face, I still have to eat breakfast.

The egg is soft and meaty, the bamboo shoots are tough, the shepherd's purse is fragrant, the fungus is crisp, and the sweet potato vermicelli with chopsticks is served, and another bite of the clear soup dyed with oily flowers...

Okay, pretty good...

This person, if you don't always want to like this person, you should be a very, very good friend.

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

Yu Nianbing ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, and the anger in his heart eased again. He raised his eyes to see Song Shiyue's expectant eyes goodbye, stingy with words of praise.

"It's delicious." Yu Nianbing has just gotten up, and he hasn't started to savour the eggs with green onions, and the ginger is used for the bacon. The taste is very good. The knives of those bamboo shoots, mushrooms and fungus are also good. It's really good. The taste is light but not bleak. It is suitable for a bowl of warm belly in the morning when you have to work... See Song Shiyue's expectant eyes, but the three without content Only words, the stars all over the sky will be lit...

Those praises, those pragmatic praises... Yu Nianbing suddenly couldn't say anything.

Only three words, it is so bright and beautiful, those happy eyes seem to be able to capture the soul of people, if you continue to say... I am afraid I will not survive this morning...

Yu Nianbing wanted to make Song Shiyue happier, but he didn't dare to watch Song Shiyue happier, so he had to swallow those words for the time being, sullen his head to eat powder and drink 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 with only three characters, and didn't think too much about the words behind the ice.After all, there is nothing happier than someone you like and eating what you make!

Oh...Yes, eat what you like for yourself!

Song Shiyue thought about it, her heart started to throb, but fortunately, this stall Ning Chuyang pushed Feng Qianqian in, just as an excuse to cook powder and got up and left Yu Nianbing.

A good morning starts with a bowl of delicious flour.

As early as Song Shiyue and they started to make sweet potato starch, the sweet potato starch and sweet potato derivatives on the Star Network were already selling well.Song Shiyue cooked a bowl of sweet potato flour, and the galaxies did not know how many people had sweet potato flour for breakfast this morning.Not to mention breakfast, the popularity of this bowl of sweet potato flour can last at least several days.

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

Since Song Shiyue and the others began to "endorse" for various agricultural products, many people have made bets to invest in things that may appear in the Wilderness Star and may be found by Song Shiyue and the others.For example, the fish and shrimps that have been seen from Muxingzhou, the ququ dishes that Zhao Da and the others are licking these days, and the lychee grass, also known as the toad grass, which they licked a few days ago, have all been obtained. Favor of capital.

Although the grass that the last two sheep teams can recognize is really bitter, but I believe that Song Shiyue's economy of not even letting off an unfamiliar jujube should not be rejected.

Yu Nianbing couldn't go out later, so Song Shiyue was the only one. Even if he encountered an edible plant, the possibility was relatively low.But these days, Yu Nianbing has not been idle in the camp, using the pen and paper that Song Shiyue brought back from the castle to silence a lot of plant patterns.It was that Song Shiyue was too long in the sheep's place later, and Yu Nianbing couldn't help but stop writing for a while.

In any case, it was a hoard of strange capital, and she did not expect Song Shiyue to find a herd of sheep.

Unfortunately, when the flock of sheep appeared in the camera, it was too late to start.After all, so many people on Quanxing.com are watching and waiting, holding hands fast.

It's the salt lake, which didn't have a big impact on the salt price. Maybe it's this thing... Even if Song Shiyue's ability to carry goods is strong, everyone will not eat much.

No matter how common salt is outside, any supermarket can put up a small row of shelves and never sell it short.In the eyes of people like Wilderness Star, there are two buckets of unrefined coarse salt, which are hard-won treasures.

This time, the cloth selected by Nianbing was much denser than the sweet potato starch before.

Coarse salt, pour it into the boiling well water to dissolve, then let it cool, spread the cloth, and boil again to evaporate...

Speaking of things that don't have a few steps, it is really time-consuming to do it, and it consumes firewood.

Before Song Shiyue went out for so many days, the firewood piled in the utility room and the bathroom had not been used much.Fortunately, when Song Shiyue went out to make a sheep shed, he cut a bunch of waste wood and sent it over, so the pot of salt did not stop.

The house where rabbits, chickens and ducks were raised in the camp before, as well as the goose shed outside, were all built by imagination.This sheepshed... is no exception.

Although Zhuang Jiachuan said at the beginning that he had gone to the farmhouse before, the sheep he saw just made some thin wooden fences and put them on the fence, and there was no roof on the house. The fence was not as strong as the one surrounded by Song Shiyue. , But after all, it is a sheep that has been raised by others.

When Zhuang Jiachuan saw Song Shiyue fighting with the first sheep, the first sheep almost jumped over Song Shiyue's head. He never mentioned that using a fence can be a sheep house.On the contrary, when Song Shiyue started to build a sheep shed, he repeatedly urged to be careful and make the house stronger.

Song Shiyue had never seen what a sheep-raising house was like, but he had seen a pig-raising house on TV before the end of the world or in peacetime.

Pig... and sheep... are the same, right?

As usual, wood is used for the walls and roof, and stone is used for the bottom.

Before Song Shiyue found the stone that was going to add a layer of stone wall to the bedroom was not big enough, she had to find a new one.

Telling the truth, Song Shiyue felt that the nearby stones were almost touched for her. If she was looking for something that needed to be made of stones, she was afraid that she would have to go further to find the stones.If it doesn't work, I still have to go down the mountain to touch the river.

Song Shiyue was grazing the sheep while looking for a stone for the bottom of the sheep shed. After spending the whole morning, she finally found everything nearby.

After so much effort, after a whole day, Song Shiyue built a prototype of the house, the one without a roof.

After all, it's not in a hurry now, and there is no need to overuse shingles, but it will take some time to grind stone tiles.

The sheep shed was not finished, but the salt was refined.

The two pots in the kitchen, the boiling pot outside the bathroom, and even the stone fire in the camp that was not used for a long time were lit and the pot was set. Finally, two buckets of coarse salt were refined before dark.

About one-fifth of the barrel of coarse salt was consumed, and the remaining salt changed from gray to whiter.Of course, the whiteness is still some distance from the refined salt that you usually eat.But in this way, it looks much better, at least it is closer to the salt that I ate before.

To relieve Song Shiyue, who was not sure whether the salt would work, Feng Qianqian said that he would pickle goose eggs.Now the salt is refined, and when he comes to this world, he patronizes other delicious foods. Song Shiyue, who hasn't eaten salted eggs for many years, is a little greedy.

The boiled salt this day is really not easy.

It was necessary to add firewood and stir the pot, and finally the salt turned white a few degrees, and Feng Qianqian was a little reluctant.

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

After all, the weather is starting to be cold now, and there are too many goslings in winter, and they cannot be taken care of, and the survival rate will not be too high.It's better to control the number from the beginning, and now these litters can be half hatched.

In this way, in addition to eating, some of the goose eggs that are laid every day can be saved.The fresh goose eggs have been stored for a while, and now there is salt, so salted eggs are definitely the best.Adding to the fact that winter is coming, salted eggs can be stored for longer.When it's marinated until it's oily, it's served with staple food or crushed in vegetable soup, it can enhance the flavor and fragrance.

The most important thing is...Feng Qianqian, who wants to try everything, helped the family marinate duck eggs when he was still young. This craft is really a waste of time.

Sometimes people suddenly want to eat something, it really is... I really want to eat it.

In order to marinate the eggs, Song Shiyue said that when the sheep shed was repaired, he would go and get a few more buckets of salt back, so that Feng Qianqian could use it vigorously.

It's just that after saying this, Song Shiyue felt that he was going to finish...

Sure enough, the breathing of Yu Nianbing next to him suddenly became heavy.

"Teacher Yu, go with me, so that I can cook a few more pots and get more salt at the same time." Song Shiyue tried to keep calm and looked at Yu Nianbing next to her, although she wanted to survive. Late, but still arrived.

"Will you slow down your steps..." Yu Nianbing was stunned for a moment, and his heart jumped for joy, but he still had to think about Song Shiyue.

"No, I will push you away. Let's just go over and do not delay. We will come back when we cook it. The salt lake is pretty beautiful, go and see." Song Shiyue has heard that Yu Nianbing's heavy breathing has become lighter, but Can't help but persuade.

Feng Qianqian, who was considering how many goose eggs to pickle in the first batch, said: "..." Maybe because he was too short in a wheelchair, he was neglected and started to sprinkle dog food unscrupulously in the sky?

To be fair, two people can boil salt faster than one person, let alone.Song Shiyue pushed Yu Nianbing back and forth, definitely slower than she went back and forth by herself.

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

It's not entirely because the desire to live is almost finished just now, it's true... I want to go there together.

The lake hidden in the narrow valley behind the mountain wall is really beautiful and interesting.Song Shiyue had just seen the first time that the sheep hadn't started licking the shore of the lake. She hadn't expected that when the salt went up, she was already hoping that Yu Nianbing could stand beside her and take a look at this interesting lake together.

Later Song Shiyue realized that it was a salt lake, and it was even more regrettable that Nianbing could not take a look together.

Now that the words are here in a hurry, Song Shiyue feels more feasible as he speaks.Just like what Yu Nianbing said when she pretended to sleep last night, the sheep’s milk and wool production continued to produce meat, which greatly enriched the camp’s reserves. That’s why they would go out a few times before the winter and the beginning of spring. Even Linxia shouldn't be a big problem.

So, why not go to see the lake together?

The person I like is full of expectation and smiles and persuades myself to go out together. I couldn’t bear Song Shiyue’s absence and it was more than ten days before Yu Nianbing was stretched for too long. Soon after, he was taken by Song Shiyue. Next, nodded.

The matter of going to Salt Lake together was settled, but the departure was not so easy.

The plates in the camp are getting bigger and bigger, and you can no longer set off like before.

Not to mention anything else, this flock of sheep must be settled first, and it takes ten days to go to the salt lake. The chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits and sheep in the camp must prepare forage for the other people’s lives. All the chai must be prepared.Since we have to go out for so long under the premise that there are sheep, the sheep shed must be well arranged so that other people can feed and clean easily...

Song Shiyue was struggling with things in her heart, the sky was dark and she didn't want to rest, so she wanted to change the sheep shed, or the sheep could not bear it or people could not bear it...

On the sheep pen, Song Shiyue didn't order one of the fires, so she touched the black wood, Ning Chuyang drove the torch and carried the bucket on the way to squeeze today's goat milk.

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

Song Shiyue wasn't sure which ewes still had milk at this point, and she hadn't squeezed it either... She could only take Ning Chuyang in and fumble one ew by one ew.

Ning Chuyang watched Song Shiyue busy chasing sheep and fighting with her head sheep, so she could only bite the bullet and start her first time...

There was a black light and a torch was still flashing in one hand. Ning Chuyang's trembling hand didn't even force it as soon as he grabbed it, and even the barrel with people was kicked over...

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

After all... Sheep can't speak...

Thinking of this, Song Shiyue's mind was a little buzzing, thinking as if people could get feedback and master power by speaking...

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

"The jasmine flowers over there are all washed..." Ning Chuyang said, plucking up the courage to walk to the other ewe who looked a little more docile.

"Who?" Song Shiyuesong began to sheep, and the first sheep who had been beaten 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 again, "You help me hold some."

Song Shiyue came over to hold the ewe from the front and couldn't help but said again: "I think this might require some skills, but I can't do it. Would you like it, or let Feng Qianqian try it?"

"She is not good at everything..." Ning Chuyang was talking, and before she pinched her trembling hand twice on the sheep, she was kicked again...

"I'm holding it... I can't control the hind legs..." Song Shiyue said innocent for the first time, and then persuaded, "Would you like to ask Feng Qianqian?"

Anyway... Song Shiyue didn't know why Ning Chuyang was so uncomfortable about milking goats.Shengdi took her to pinch all the adult ewes in the pen..., even the mud and sheep dung balls that were kicked and stomped on the ground, did not want to go back and try Feng Qianqian.

Or the last ewe was a bit too much. If Song Shiyue hadn’t really caught the sheep on the side, and when he saw that the situation was bad, he would put the sheep aside, and the sheep would be kicked to Ning Chuyang. Go on his face.

The fact that Ning Chuyang was a painful milking hand no longer needed more evidence. Song Shiyue refused to let Ning Chuyang continue to take the risk.They all said that this is a technical job. Before the technology reaches home, it is better to see if the person with the most skillful hands can do it.

It’s just that Ning Chuyang really has a different kind of obsession. Song Shiyue has never seen Ning Chuyang, who has always been good at talking, with such an axis. In the end, Song Shiyue put Ning Chuyang out of the sheep pen just like the sheep. Ning Chuyang, who kept talking about trying again, gave up the struggle.

"Isn’t it just not being able to milk? It’s not a shameful thing. There are so many jobs in the camp, so everyone can do it. If you can’t do this, do something else. If you can’t do it, just see if others can do it. I didn't say that I must do it myself." Song Shiyue couldn't help but whispered a few words on the way back to the camp holding Ning Chuyang.

A somewhat discouraged Ning Chuyang did not rebut his previous persistence in the sheepfold.

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

Facts have proved that Feng Qianqian's hands... are so clever...

The goat's milk squirted into the barrel, and the squeezed and squeezed ewe honestly, let alone kicked backwards, they didn’t move, and even the bleating cry was a bit softer, like It looks quite comfortable...

There is no need for Song Shiyue to catch the sheep, and Yu Nianbing does not need to get close, so Ning Chuyang takes a flashlight to help light it up. The milking world does not need a third hand...

Feng Qianqian was too powerful and squeezed too easily, and Yu Nianbing didn't understand how Ning Chuyang made it like this...

It happened that Song Shiyue didn't need to do anything. With time, she whispered to Yu Nianbing about Ning Chuyang milking the goats.

"Ning Chuyang, if you really want to milk, take advantage of Feng Qianqian's current study..." Song Shiyue and Yu Nianbing said something before, then looked at Ning Chuyang and said.

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

Song Shiyue was stunned for a moment, and she didn't understand: "You clearly wanted to squeeze just now. I said let Feng Qianqian come, if you still don't let it, say you will do it..."

"No! I didn't!" Ning Chuyang frowned.

"..." Song Shiyue thought for a while and nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, you don't have it. But the dexterity is different. Feng Qianqian's technique is much better than you just now. You may have been too heavy and not gentle enough before. I will kick you if I feel comfortable."

This time Ning Chuyang remained silent.

Song Shiyue worried that Ning Chuyang was still thinking about trying. In case she ran over to try when she was away, it would be troublesome if she was injured, so she said again: "You don't need to learn, anyway, you don't have to squeeze too often. Some are talents? You may be born with heavy hands and feel uncomfortable by nature. Some things still have to be left to someone who is good at...Eh, how are you...face..."

Yu Nianbing, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, had never figured out why Song Shiyue was talking ordinary things, and why Ning Chuyang was so angry.At this moment, when Song Shiyue said Ning Chuyang's face, she subconsciously lifted the flashlight on her hand.

Under the light of the torch, Ning Chuyang's face was red...

Did Song Shiyue say he was angry?

Yu Nianbing hesitated, but the flashlight in his hand did not fall back in time.Then I saw Ning Chuyangzheng secretly watching Feng Qianqian's hands squeezing goat's milk...

Oh.It's because I was said to have heavy hands and was said to be no good, so I must prove that I can also make sheep...cough or something else very comfortable?

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

Yu Nianbing didn't dare to think any more, the flashlight drooped down suddenly, and his face was a little hot. He quickly stretched out and pulled Song Shiyue, interrupting the topic, "I don't know if Mr. Zhuang has washed enough jasmine. Speaking of which, don’t smash two walnuts and cook?"

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

"Let..." Yu Nianbing absently nodded, and couldn't help but go to see Ning Chuyang again.

His flashlight hung down, and he could only look at it through the light that Ning Chuyang was shining at Feng Qianqian. It was not as clear as before, but he could still see the fascination that couldn't fall 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, a stupid and straight daughter, said that...If she said that, she also said that she couldn't do it... No wonder Ning Chuyang was so anxious.

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

Yu Nianbing turned off the flashlight in his hand and shrank into the darkness behind him, as if in this way he could hide his face that was getting hot.