The last group grinds the cement blocks into powder.

Each group worked separately, and Xie Ling was the only one who knew the formula, so there was no need to worry about someone stealing the cement formula.

After a while, the first set of fire pits was completed.

The soldiers were smart enough to use yellow mud to build an arched wall with a diameter of about two meters. They hollowed out the middle and placed the collected firewood in it.

Xie Ling was not idle either, and followed him to the nearby mountains to collect firewood.

The soldiers took good care of her and everyone would throw a piece of firewood into her backpack.

Before Xie Ling had picked up two, her backpack was full. This was always the case, so she had to return empty-handed and planned to grind gypsum.

Plaster of Paris is a solid mineral that must be ground into powder and heated in an iron pan until it turns yellow-gray before it can be used.

Xie Ling went straight to the kitchen and borrowed a large iron pot from the cook.

"I'll help you clean it later."

The cook quickly waved his hands and said, "How can I let the county magistrate's wife wash my clothes? I can wash them myself!"

Their cooks were the ones who were most happy to see Xie Ling reorganizing the barracks.

You have to know that in the past military camps, when summer came, it was as hot as a steamer. While cooking, beads of sweat would drip down.

Every time they had dinner, the cooks felt guilty seeing everyone eating so happily, with each person finishing four or five bowls of rice.

It is even worse in winter. It is so cold that I can't even hold the spatula tightly. My hands are so stiff that I can only warm them up on the stove before cooking.

At this moment, the cooks saw Xie Ling squatting on the ground. She was a small ball with fair skin and long eyelashes, like a little glutinous rice dumpling. In her hand, she held a fierce big iron hammer and violently hammered the plaster in front of her.

Hit them once and these cooks will tremble.

Xie Ling had a cold look on her face throughout the whole process.

After pounding for quite a while, the three lumps of plaster were finally turned into fine powder.

Xie Ling shoveled the powder into the large iron pot and said, "Here, help me heat the fire. I'll fry it."

The cooks were bewildered.

This little glutinous rice ball must have come to the military camp to play house. He actually put gypsum into the iron pan and fried it?

The county magistrate dotes on her too much and lets her do whatever she wants.

Xie Ling blinked, "What are you doing?"

Looking at the girl's slightly raised round almond eyes, the cooks' hearts as old fathers were simply melted by her cuteness.

One after another, they came to help Xie Ling add fire and collect firewood.

A tall cook saw Xie Ling's thin arms and legs, so he grabbed her spatula and said in a strong voice, "Big sister, go over there, I'll help you stir-fry."

Let’s just play house, since she is the darling of our military camp.

Note: Due to the sudden update of 10 chapters, there was an error in uploading the chapters. If you can't continue reading, just go back a few chapters and you will be able to continue! Sorry!