Song Liyun wants to build a small house that she can use independently.
Although her space has a fully equipped camping tent.
But those are items from the apocalypse.
There was only one of its kind in the Wu Dynasty; it was a unique and irreplaceable item, and she couldn't bear to use it.
Moreover, that kind of thing is too conspicuous, and it would be difficult to explain if someone saw it and asked about it.
These simple prefabricated houses are lighter and faster to assemble than heavy felt, and most importantly, they are cheaper.
The prefab houses can even be fixed to oxcarts and used by people during the migration of cattle.
Originally, she planned to use paper exclusively.
However, the current processing technology is not good enough. The cardboard is not waterproof. If it gets wet from wind and snow, it will collapse as a whole.
Moreover, cardboard is too light; a strong wind would tear it to shreds.
Using wooden boards to sandwich the paper core provides both heat insulation and cold protection, as well as sufficient strength for support.
The cardboard core looks thick, but it feels light in your hand, less than 40% the weight of a real wooden board.
Song Dekui was already sweating profusely, but he was extremely excited.
When Mu the carpenter first brought over the sample for testing at Baolinju, Han Ming and he worked together.
Under Mu the carpenter's guidance, the two of them easily grasped the essentials and found disassembly and assembly to be easy.
That was just a single room, but now it's two rooms connected together, and they can even be combined to form several courtyards.
The walls of the prefabricated house were reinforced with stones, and steel nails were driven into the four corners to ensure that it would be safe even in strong winds.
An hour had passed by the time the two houses and the stable were completed.
In her little house, Song Liyun laid out wooden floors, opened the top vent, placed a charcoal stove with a chimney, took out a pot and stove, and boiled water.
The flames were lit, and the room gradually became warm and cozy.
Song Liyun washed her hands and face thoroughly before taking out the boxes of food that had been prepared in advance.
Outside, Song Dekui was humming a little tune.
First, the special feed for Chrysanthemum Green and Jujube Red was put into a wooden box that would serve as a feeding trough. Then, water was placed next to it for the horses to drink.
Only then did they release the reins, allowing the horse couple to affectionately graze.
He then led Old Ma, carrying "a pound of salt," to the other side.
There was also a wooden box there.
Song Dekui tied the old horse's reins to the wooden railing, pointed at the specially prepared feed in the wooden box, and cursed, "A pound of salt! A pound of salt! Look at you, you're so thin, you're not even good enough to make soup, and we still have to feed you good feed. We're really losing out!"
"You can't ride, you can't walk, if you can't even lead the way properly, I'll let the wolves eat you!"
Old Ma, with his dark eyes, didn't even glance at him. He lowered his head, nudged Song Dekui aside, and then stuck his mouth into the wooden box, immediately burying his head in his food.
Song Dekui was squeezed against the wall by the horse and cried out in frustration, "Get out of the way, you bastard, you did it on purpose, I know you did it on purpose."
"You wicked bastard..." Song Dekui cursed as he struggled and pushed the horse's rump outwards.
Old Ma seemed oblivious to the fact that he was crowding people, sticking his butt out and pressing him firmly against the wall, even tilting his body to exert force.
Finally, when Song Liyun heard the thumping noises from the wall and ran out, she saw Song Dekui crawling out from under the old horse's belly.
"Uncle Kui, what are you doing?" Song Liyun asked in surprise.
Song Dekui's face was flushed red, and he was covered in mud.
When Song Dekui saw that Song Liyun had seen him in such a disheveled state, he quickly pushed Lao Ma aside and said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I was just giving Yijin Yan a check-up."
He was too embarrassed to say that he had been bullied by an old horse.
Song Liyun had no suspicions and simply placed half a bucket of water next to the old horse: "Old horse has bad teeth, so feed it more concentrated feed in the future and less of the dry grass outside."
Song Dekui said, "Xiaoyun, it's a promise. Leave the horse to me. Don't worry, I guarantee it will be lively and energetic all the way to the Mida River Valley."
He was experienced in taking care of livestock. The old horse looked like it was about to die, but it was still very energetic when it ran that trip in the afternoon. It wouldn't die anytime soon.
What he's finding troublesome now is that Old Ma is incredibly cunning, and there will definitely be problems in the future. He'll have to find a way to tame him.
Song Liyun knew, of course, that Song Dekui cared a lot about the horses. This instruction was just a casual remark: "Uncle Kui, once you're done here, come inside to wash your hands and eat. Today we're having rabbit meat and soft pancakes that Xiao An made."
Song Dekui's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up: "Alright! Xiaoyun, hurry up and go, I'll finish it right away."
Song Dekui poured a little water onto the old horse's fodder, quickly wetting the fodder, and muttered, "You wicked old thing, you still have a few good days to live on before you die, and some good food to eat."
His hands rummaged through the hay, making the impatient old horse snort loudly.
Seeing that he had won the round, Song Dekui chuckled and said, "If you dare to play tricks on me again, I'll cut off your fodder."
As he spoke, he took out a small salt packet and sprinkled a few grains of salt into the old horse's hay. He then placed the water bucket beside the hay so that the horse could eat and drink as it pleased.
This horse has bad teeth and is usually not well-fed. If it weren't for me and Xiaoyun, it definitely wouldn't have survived this winter.
After feeding all three horses, Song Dekui quickly washed his hands and face and scurried into the wooden house.
The food already smelled delicious.
At this moment, on the charcoal stove placed in the middle of the house, soup was bubbling and boiling in a clay pot.
Next to it was a plate of heated spicy rabbit meat and soft flatbread.
Song Dekui's face was full of smiles: "Wow! Hahaha, it really is Rabbit Ding."
"Wow! Xiao An's cooking skills are excellent; the shop is sure to thrive in the future."
"Yes, I think so too. We'll probably get tired of eating rabbit meat in the future!" Song Liyun said with a smile as she set out the bowls and chopsticks.
Song Liyun had already said that she would reserve one of the shops in Suijin Town for Xiao An to open a restaurant specializing in rabbit meat.
Ever since Xue Zhuang learned that Xiao An liked live rabbits and would buy them whenever he saw them, he spread the word at the market in Suijin Town that he would have someone catch a live rabbit and send it to Baolin Residence.
The rabbits reproduce at an astonishing rate; there are already over a hundred rabbits in the backyard of Baolinju, and they are still increasing in number.
Fortunately, we prepared enough pelleted feed during the summer harvest, so we had no worries about feeding them.
Xiao An not only takes great care of raising rabbits every day, but also diligently studies rabbit meat recipes.
With Yun Niangzi's help, they created several dishes, including spicy rabbit head, spicy rabbit cubes, dry pot rabbit, and cold pot rabbit, as well as stir-fried, braised, and deep-fried dishes. They had more than enough to open a restaurant.
In Song Liyun's space, there are many rabbit meat dishes that Xiao An usually makes, enough for her and Song Dekui to eat their fill of different kinds on the grassland.
Song Dekui raised an eyebrow: "Tired of eating it? Impossible, absolutely impossible."
How could you possibly get tired of eating such delicious meat?
Xiao An once said that she wanted to be able to eat delicious rabbit meat for the rest of her life.
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