"clang!"
Song Liyun stood by Song Dekui's side, helping him. When she saw the soldier she had taken hostage draw his knife and slash at her, she spun around in a moment of panic. A piece of steel bar suddenly appeared, and she used the force of her body to whip the blade like a whip.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the steel bars disappeared, leaving only the soldier's long sword knocked from his hand and stuck firmly in the ground.
Everyone was stunned!
"Brother Wu!"
"Brother Wu!"
The soldiers of Guangbao Garrison were terrified and rushed over to lift the plank and rescue the people.
In their view, such a thick wooden plank would seriously injure or kill anyone who fell on them.
As for Da Xing, who had drawn his knife to attack someone... the knife had already fallen to the ground, and he was holding one wrist and spinning around in place, saying, "It hurts, it hurts so much!"
Before anyone could get close, Wu Dong had already ripped off the cardboard covering him: "What's all this fuss about!"
Seeing that he was unharmed, everyone was stunned and asked, "Brother Wu, we saw you trapped under the wooden plank. How badly were you injured?"
Wu Dong picked up a corner of the cardboard and shook it: "Look at this, isn't it heavy?"
Several soldiers chuckled and stepped forward, touching and lifting the cardboard core.
"Old Wu, you guys are so easy to talk to, but I almost got my head chopped off!" Song Dekui said irritably, rubbing his stiff arm.
Although the knife didn't hurt him, the consequences would have been unpredictable if Xiaoyun hadn't been there.
Wu Dong glanced at Song Dekui, who was gritting his teeth in anger, then at Song Liyun, who had a calm expression, and at the long knife on the ground. There was nothing he didn't understand.
It's true that Da Xing is worried and anxious about himself, but he's clearly venting his anger over the hostages he was taken hostage yesterday.
"Miss Song, please forgive Daxing. He is impulsive and reckless," Wu Dong apologized.
Da Xing was wailing, "Brother Wu, I thought you were crushed to death, that's why... I was in a hurry and only wanted to scare Boss Song."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Song and Ms. Song! I'm just a simpleton, please forgive me."
Song Liyun glanced at Da Xing. This guy doesn't hold grudges and will take revenge whenever he gets the chance, which is better than those who are scheming.
She sensed something was off the moment the longsword was knocked away. The longsword looked menacing, but it didn't actually have much force, which is why it was so easily knocked away.
It wouldn't be accurate to say it was just meant to scare people; it would be more accurate to say that this guy named Daxing wanted Song Dekui to be injured.
Since he wasn't injured, it was Song Dekui who first tricked Wu Dong, which led to his death.
Now that Wu Dong and Da Xing have both apologized, Song Liyun has accepted it.
No one mentions Song Liyun's act of throwing the longsword anymore.
Wu Dong and the others were already convinced that Song Liyun was quite skilled; this wasn't the first time Daxing had been defeated by Miss Song.
Yesterday, the cart actually only carried the cardboard core of one house.
Song Liyun stayed in a tent last night, and her cart was still in place.
Wu Dong could only see that the cart was piled high with felt blankets, and he couldn't see what it was.
Song Liyun had just disassembled and taken out the cardboard house from the space, and now she just threw it haphazardly onto the carriage.
Even with Wu Dong's and his companions' keen eyesight, they couldn't discern exactly how much was on the carriage.
When Wu Dong and the others realized that these seemingly heavy and thick wooden boards were actually much lighter than they had imagined, and that they were easy to assemble, they almost broke off a board on the spot to see for themselves.
It was only when Song Dekui shouted, "It's a paper core inside, you can't put it back together if you break it," that everyone's reckless actions were stopped.
Not only were Wu Dong and his group astonished, but Balin and the others also came over, speechless with surprise at the sight of these cardboard cores.
Surprised, surprised, but the houses still need to be built quickly.
Under Song Dekui's guidance, the men quickly assembled the three houses.
This time, apart from one wooden hut that was still separated by a stable, the other two huts were pieced together to form a large 20-square-meter house.
This way, not only can people rest, but even the thirteen horses have a place to shelter from the wind.
To keep warm, the Bahrainers tied the sheepskins they had brought to the windward side of the wall.
Since the stone heads that were pressing down on the house couldn't be removed from Song Liyun's space, she used the hitching posts left over from the old tribe to hammer them into the ground and then used cowhide ropes to fix the prefab house in place.
By the time the prefabricated housing camp was completed, it was snowing heavily with strong winds and snow.
Wu Dong and the others carried fried noodles as dry rations, while Balin and his men also carried dried meat and water bags hanging under their saddles. According to the usual practice, when they stayed out overnight, they could only drink cold water and eat dry rations.
But today is different.
In the center of the 20-square-meter room, a tallow lamp hangs from a rope, illuminating the room.
The fire in the fire pit on the ground was blazing with cow dung, and the mutton soup in the clay pot on the stove was boiling and foaming.
Several large flatbreads were baking by the fire, already golden brown, filling the room with the aroma of toasted white flour.
Thick layers of dry grass and blankets were laid on the ground, and everyone sat around the fire eating a hot dinner.
The atmosphere inside was a bit strange. Apart from Song Dekui enjoying his meal, everyone else's eyes were fixed on the walls of the prefab house.
The wooden walls are smooth and clean.
The honeycomb-shaped wall core is lightweight.
The wall is three inches thick, giving it a sturdy and durable feel.
If it weren't for the howling wind outside and the rustling sound of sand and snow hitting the wooden walls, they wouldn't have realized they were in the wild.
Bahrainers are used to living in yurts, but Wu Dong and his group preferred these traditional houses, which were much better than the thatched huts they built themselves.
If they could set up such simple camps along the patrol route, they wouldn't have to suffer from wind and snow even if each shift stayed outside for three to five days.
During their conversation, they mentioned where the cardboard-core house came from, whether it was for sale, and how much it cost.
Sell! Of course we have to sell!
Song Dekui was so excited that he spoke with spittle flying everywhere.
These were all produced by the Song family's cardboard box factory. They brought them out not only for their own use but also to promote and market them to others.
I didn't expect that someone would want to buy it after only its first appearance.
He counted the advantages of the prefabricated houses on his fingers one by one, with convenience being the first and cheapness being the second.
It's convenient, needless to say. Everyone in the house assembled it themselves; it's simple and easy to learn.
Although the quality is not as good as a brick house built with tens of taels of silver, it costs less money.
You can buy five rooms totaling 100 square meters for just two taels of silver.
In the cold and arid north, a wooden wall coated with waterproof tung oil can last for one or two years without any problems.
Upon hearing the price and the area of five rooms, not only were Wu Dong and the others eager to participate, but even Bahrain was calculating that exchanging five sheep for a house was quite a bargain.
With prefabricated houses available, the sheepskin used for setting up tents is no longer in short supply.
In the future, the whole family won't have to squeeze into one tent, where even childbirth is a struggle to create space.
With that in mind, Bahrain also joined the discussion in broken Wu Chao dialect.
Song Liyun didn't squeeze in with the men; she stayed alone in her own little house.
While eating their food heated on the charcoal stove, they used a lamp to draw a map of the route they had taken that day.
In addition, she was also worried about another issue.
So why did this tribe suddenly move their tent? Could it be that something unexpected happened in the Mida River Valley?
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