Today's shredded cheese was made very successfully. Although Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo's reactions were mediocre, Su Qingluan distributed the remaining two or three stuffed buns to the villagers while they were still hot, and most people praised it highly - of course, Su Qingluan only said that it was a trial work and was made with cow's milk.
Although the villagers' living standards are much better now, they can only eat enough and dress warmly. As for eating more delicious food, it is still difficult.
So when everyone learned that the filling of the steamed buns was made with milk, they gave up the idea of learning - milk is, after all, useless for ordinary farmers, and it is very expensive.
For most people, spending a lot of money to buy milk is not as cost-effective as buying meat or dry food.
Su Qingluan also understood that for the vast majority of villagers, they still had a long way to go before they could achieve a standard of living where they were “not short of money”. This was a gradual process that could not be remembered.
Therefore, before this, "luxury foods" such as cheese buns naturally could not be promoted among ordinary people.
After returning home, Mu Xingzhi did not read under the lamp or play chess with Song Bo, or practice chess by himself as usual.
Song Bo was not there either. There was only a note left on the table saying that they both had things to do and she could go to sleep if she felt sleepy.
Su Qingluan saw that it was still early. Thanks to the fact that she didn't sleep well the day before, she was forced to stay up late. As a result, she woke up late in the morning and was not sleepy now.
Su Qingluan set a goal for herself: as long as she could go to bed earlier than yesterday, she would be considered to have successfully “adjusted her time”.
It's not that she wants to give up. The more she forces herself to adjust her schedule, the more she can't fall asleep. Instead, she finds something to do. In this dimly lit and quiet environment, she naturally feels sleepy.
It just so happened that Su Qingluan collected a lot of cute and beautiful leaves during the day, and she was planning to flatten these leaves to use as bookmarks. Although there was no plastic sealing technology in this era, Su Qingluan thought that she could brush tung oil on both sides of the leaves, and when they were completely dry, a waterproof and moth-proof film would form, which would play a certain role in preserving the quality.
In this way, although it cannot achieve the same long-term use effect as plastic sealing, at least it will not break at the slightest touch.
Now Su Qingluan is the hostess here, so she can use Mu Xingzhi's books as she pleases.
After spending some time together, Su Qingluan knew that Mu Xingzhi loved books, but he only "loved reading". However, many books that he had already read and did not have much interest in were allowed to be used by him. As long as he did not do something as crazy as tearing up the books and burning them as firewood, Mu Xingzhi generally would not care too much.
Mu Xingzhi's collection of books includes not only thread-bound paper books but also ancient scrolls and even more ancient bamboo slips. The weight of a bamboo slip is quite considerable.
Su Qingluan thought about it, took two thread-bound books that were obviously "banished to the cold palace" by Mu Xingzhi, and took a few large and thick books as "ballast", then turned around and returned to the bedroom.
This kind of thing would only take a moment to complete in a modern home environment, but because the lighting conditions in ancient times were limited and the conditions for placing books were very different, such a simple trip actually took half an hour.
But the good thing is that after such a thorough "exercise", the chill that Su Qingluan originally felt has almost dissipated.
Under the dim light, Su Qingluan first sorted the leaves according to size and thickness - larger leaves occupied a single page, while smaller leaves occupied two or three pages.
When handling the leaves, Su Qingluan put the leaves in the direction of expansion downward so that she could flatten the leaves, and carefully flattened them in the direction of expansion, trying not to leave tiny wrinkles.
However, some leaves have a high degree of folding and are very brittle. Just a slight pressure will cause the leaf to be torn into pieces on the spot, and the good leaf will be useless.
However, conditions were limited, and there was nothing that could be done. Su Qingluan was very open-minded about this and did not feel any regret.
Before she knew it, Su Qingluan was busy until late at night, but she didn't feel tired at all. Instead, she seemed to have returned to the days in her previous life when she was enthusiastically making diaries.
After all the leaves were carefully sandwiched between the pages and several large books were placed on top as ballast, Su Qingluan stretched, yawned and prepared to go to sleep.
Just as she bent over the candle and was about to blow it out, she felt someone's gaze on her from the corner of her eye. She subconsciously turned her head and saw that someone was standing behind her without her knowing.
"Ouch!" Su Qingluan exclaimed softly, subconsciously took a step back, and looked carefully, only to find that the man was actually Mu Xingzhi!
Mu Xingzhi at this moment was different from the usual wide-sleeved robe. He sat in a wheelchair with a frail look, looking like a handsome young man. He was dressed in a black suit, and his hair was tied into a neat bun. He looked more neat and tidy, completely different from what he usually looked like.
And because he did not change his appearance at this moment, he exuded a sharp aura, which made Su Qingluan subconsciously hold her breath.
But the next moment, Su Qingluan rolled her eyes at him unhappily: "Are you born in the year of the cat? You suddenly stood behind someone silently in the middle of the night. Fortunately, I wasn't reading any supernatural stories, otherwise you would have scared away two and a half of my souls."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi asked in return, "Which half soul is it?"
"Is that the point?" Su Qingluan said speechlessly, "Could you please not make such a sudden appearance next time?"
"You don't seem surprised by my outfit?" Mu Xingzhi slowly took off his black turban.
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes. "If you're making such a fuss about something like this, I won't be surprised enough! But if you ever become superhuman, I can express my surprise."
However, Su Qingluan felt that since Mu Xingzhi always showed her the image of being "all-powerful" and "elusive", she might not be very surprised even if this person really had three heads and six arms one day.
"I tell you to wash up and get ready quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to 'Su Ji'..." Su Qingluan said casually. She turned her head casually and found that the man opposite her, who was originally dressed in tight clothes, actually began to undress slowly!
This time, Su Qingluan, who had been acting calm and composed, was really panicked: "You...what are you going to do?!"
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