Chapter 311 Selling the House
"clang!"
Song Liyun had been standing beside Song Dekui to help. Seeing the soldier she had taken hostage draw his knife and chop at him, she turned around in a hurry. A piece of steel bar suddenly appeared and she used the strength of her body to whip the knife edge like a whip.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the steel bars disappeared, leaving only the long sword in the soldier's hand, which was knocked out of his hand and stuck in the ground.
Everyone was shocked!
"Brother Wu!"
"Brother Wu!"
The soldiers of Guangbao Garrison were horrified and rushed over to carry the boards to rescue the man.
In their opinion, if such a thick wooden board hits a person, the person will be injured if not killed.
As for Daxing, the one who had lashed out with the knife… the knife had already fallen to the ground, and he was spinning in circles holding one wrist: “It hurts, it hurts like hell!”
Before anyone could get close, Wu Dong had already thrown away the paper board that was pressing on him: "What are you making such a fuss about!"
Seeing that he was unharmed, everyone was stunned and asked, "Brother Wu, we saw you being pinned down by a wooden board. Are you seriously injured?"
Wu Dong picked up a corner of the paper core board with one hand and shook it: "Look carefully, is it heavy?"
Several soldiers came forward with a chuckle, surrounded the paper core board, touching and lifting it.
"Lao Wu, you guys are so easy to deal with, but I almost got beheaded!" Song Dekui said unhappily while rubbing his stiff arm.
Although the knife didn't hurt him, if Xiaoyun hadn't been there, the consequences would have been unpredictable.
Wu Dong looked at Song Dekui who was gritting his teeth in anger, then looked at Song Liyun who had a calm expression, and the long knife on the ground. What else did he not understand?
It's true that Daxing was worried about himself, but he was obviously venting his anger about being taken hostage yesterday.
"Ms. Song, please forgive Daxing. He is impulsive and reckless." Wu Dong apologized.
Daxing was even wailing: "Brother Wu, I thought you were crushed to death, so... I was anxious and just wanted to scare Boss Song.
I'm sorry, Mr. Song, Miss Song! I'm just a fool, please be tolerant."
Song Liyun glanced at Daxing. This guy doesn't hold grudges. He will take revenge when he has the chance. This is better than a secretive person.
She also felt something strange the moment she knocked the long sword away. Although the long sword looked powerful, it actually did not have much strength, which was why it was easily knocked away.
It is not correct to say that it is just to scare people. It is better to say that this man named Daxing wants Song Dekui to be injured.
Since he was not injured, it was Song Dekui who played a trick on Wu Dong and brought about his death.
Now that Wudong and Daxing have apologized, Song Liyun accepted it.
As for Song Liyun's action of knocking the long sword away, no one mentioned it again.
Wu Dong and the others already believed that Song Liyun was quite skilled. This was not the first time that Daxing had fallen into the hands of Miss Song.
There was actually only enough paper core board for one house on the cart yesterday.
Song Liyun stayed in a tent last night and her cart was not loosened.
At that time, Wu Dong only saw something piled high on the cart, which was wrapped in a felt blanket, and he couldn't see clearly what was inside.
Just now, Song Liyun had dismantled the paper-core board house in the space and took it out, and now she threw it randomly on the carriage.
With Wu Dong and his companions' eyesight, they couldn't tell how many things were on the carriage.
When Wu Dong and others realized that this seemingly heavy and thick wooden board was actually much lighter than they had imagined and easy to splice, they almost broke a piece of the board on the spot to see what was inside.
It was Song Dekui who stopped everyone's reckless action by shouting, "There is a paper core inside. If you break it, you can't put it back together."
Not only Wu Dong and his companions were surprised, but Balin and others also came over and were so shocked by the paper core boards that they were speechless.
Surprised and surprised, the house still has to be built quickly.
Under Song Dekui's guidance, several men quickly assembled the three houses.
This time, except for one wooden house which was still separated by a stable, the other two houses were assembled and connected into a large house of 20 square meters.
This way, not only can people rest, but even the thirteen horses have a place to shelter from the wind.
To keep out the cold, several people from Balin tied the sheepskins they brought with them to the board wall on the windward side.
There was no way to take out the human head stones that were pressing down on the house in Song Liyun's space, so she had to use the horse hitching stakes left over from the previous tribe to hammer them into the ground, and then use cowhide ropes to fix the wooden house.
By the time the prefabricated house camp was completed, it was already snowing heavily with strong wind and snow.
Wu Dong and the others all brought fried noodles and dry food, and Balin and the others also hung dry meat and water bags under their saddles. According to the usual rules, when they stayed overnight outside, they could only drink cold water and eat dry food.
But today is different.
In the center of the 20-square-meter house, a tallow lamp was hung from a rope, illuminating the room.
A bonfire made of cow dung burned brightly in the fire pit on the ground, and white foam was boiling in the casserole of mutton soup.
There were a few large pancakes baking by the fire. They were already golden brown and the aroma of burnt white flour filled the room.
The ground was covered with thick hay and felt blankets, and everyone sat on them, eating a hot dinner around the fire.
But the atmosphere in the room was a bit weird. Except for Song Dekui who was eating heartily, everyone else's eyes were fixed on the wall of the wooden house.
The wooden wall is smooth and neat.
Honeycomb wall core, lightweight.
The wall is three inches thick, giving it a sense of strength and durability.
If they hadn't heard the whistling wind outside and the rustling of sand and snow hitting the wooden walls, they wouldn't have felt that they were in the wilderness.
Balin is used to living in a yurt, but Wudong and his companions prefer this kind of conventional house, which is much better than the thatched huts they built themselves.
If they could set up such a simple camp along the patrol route, they would not be afraid of suffering from the wind and snow even if each shift stayed outside for three to five days.
When they talked, they asked where the paper-core board house came from, whether it could be sold, and how much it cost.
Sell! Of course I have to sell!
Song Dekui was so excited that his saliva was flying everywhere.
These are all produced by the Song family carton factory. In addition to using them myself, I also want to promote them to the outside world.
I didn’t expect that someone would want to buy it after it was first unveiled.
He counted on his fingers and listed the advantages of the prefabricated houses one by one: convenience was the first and cheapness was the second.
It goes without saying how convenient it is. Everyone in the house has assembled it by hand, so it is simple and easy to learn.
Although the quality is not as good as a brick and stone house built with dozens of taels of silver, it costs less.
Only two taels of silver can buy five houses of one hundred square meters.
In the cold and rainy north, the wall painted with waterproof tung oil will be fine for one or two years.
After hearing the price and the area of the five houses, not only Wu Dong and others were eager to buy, but even Balin was thinking that it was quite a good deal to exchange five sheep for a house.
With wooden houses, there is no longer a shortage of sheep felt for building tents.
From now on, the whole family will no longer have to squeeze into one tent, where even giving birth will cause them to be unable to move their hands and feet.
Thinking of this, Balin also began to join the discussion in his poor Wu Chao dialect.
Song Liyun did not squeeze in with these men. She stayed alone in her own little house.
While eating the food heated on the charcoal stove, I used a flashlight to draw a map of my journey today.
In addition, she was still worried about one issue in her mind.
That is why this tribe suddenly moved. Is there really something wrong in the Mida Valley?
(End of this chapter)
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