It was about ten o'clock in the morning, Song Yong, who had slept for about five hours, woke up again from the soft bed in the No. 1 wooden house.

By this time, Gardenia, who had been curled up in his arms like a kitten.

That girl has long since disappeared, leaving only a gardenia-like fragrance, which still lingers on the tip of Song Yong's nose.

Now, it is estimated that this girl is wandering around the village again.

There are various situations such as sanitary blind spots, and there are also those who do not comply with the health regulations, and they are punished.

As usual, as long as Song Yong's figure walked out of the door, Gardenia would deliver the breakfast that had been prepared to him as soon as possible.

It's just that today, he doesn't plan to eat the broth that Gardenia prepared.

After waking up in the morning, breakfast is a bowl of broth, and Song Yong, who has been accustomed to eating rice noodles, noodles, and steamed buns and soy milk for more than 20 years, has long had enough of this.

It used to be no way, but now everything is different.

The main reason is that when the number of materials carried back and forth has increased several times at once, Song Yong feels that he can be willful now.

For example, when he came from the modern plane this time, he packed a bowl of dried snail noodles by the way.

The snail noodles that are now placed in the room are a little colder, but they still show no signs of spoiling, and the most important thing is that they still taste good.

So, after carrying a backpack with a lead box on your back.

Song Yong began to walk around the village while eating the rich flavor of snail noodles.

Song Yong was on the side of the road in the morning, and the taste of this snail noodles he found was very authentic, and it is estimated that the origin of the shop owner is also the birthplace of snail noodles in western Guangdong Province.

After fed up with the Gray Rabbit Tribe's unchanging broth breakfast for thousands of years, Song Yong rarely had such a serious breakfast, and his mood was quite good.

The only small problem is that the snail flour is added with a little more chili oil, which makes him eat very slowly.

Until he walked up to the city wall, intending to see where he could build a temporary structure in the tribe so that he could hide the future space-time passage inside.

didn't wait for him to find a suitable place, but in the sound of 'poof~', Song Yong sprayed a mouth full of snail powder far away.

It's a pity, there is also a large piece of pot grilled side dishes.

Ignoring the large piece of wasted pot burning, Song Yong shouted loudly at the large group of natives under the city wall:

"Stay away from me, don't cost my baby's new car. ”

Because of the location of the city gate, the drawbridge over the moat, is a little narrower, and even the Great Wall cannon can't drive through.

So last night, Song Yong could only temporarily park his baby's new car, the new car that was badly trampled enough, but could still be driven, under the city wall.

At this time, it was a large group of old and young masters in Wuyangyang, who were in the same formation as queuing up at the cafeteria, and a long queue was formed in front of the car.

What he did was just a reason that made Song Yong extremely painful:

They were able to take turns to get together the Great Wall Cannon, and on the two still intact reflectors, to carefully observe their own appearance.

Among them, in the team, there are other earth buns who came to the Gray Rabbit Tribe to trade, and Song Yong didn't know.

But no matter which tribe's dirt buns, their exuberant energy is like the people in the modern plane, queuing up to see the legendary alien spaceship.

To say that this is just the case, Song Yong can also understand.

After all, the area of the reflector is much larger than the half-palm-sized makeup mirror sold from a two-dollar store.

It can also make these guys see their pokes more clearly.

The problem is that when Song Yong shouted that sentence, it was his turn to be ridiculous, and he replied with a simple face:

"Brother Yong, don't worry! We have already explained that no one is allowed to touch your precious new mount, and we promise that we will not spoil him with that. ”

If it hadn't been for the spear that pierced the front windshield of the Great Wall Cannon with a powerful throw last night, it would have come from this product.

If Song Yong can't do it, he will believe the nonsense of this goods.

At that time, if Song Yong hadn't reacted in time and suddenly fell into the co-pilot's position, these guys might have been busy today and began to cremate him......

'Hey~' after a deep sigh.

Song Yong gave up caring about this thing, and continued to look at the screw powder in the bowl, planning to go to the fields at the foot of the mountain to have a good walk after eating.

The time on this side of the primordial era plane has entered September.

Compared with the modern plane, the mainstream spring wheat and winter wheat cultivation methods, the wheat he planted at the beginning of summer is a bit missed.

However, after a growth cycle of more than three months.

The thousands of acres of summer wheat in the field have now entered the jointing stage, and after the jointing period, it is the booting period for giving birth to wheat grains.

After calculating the time of the arrival of some winter, Song Yong easily confirmed one point:

Before the weather in the primordial plane turned bad and cold, there was enough time and sunlight to provide nutrients for the growth of these wheat.

In other words, he can usher in a good harvest in the late autumn of this year.

It's just that at this time, Song Yong, who was squatting on the head of the city wall and eating snail noodles.

I accidentally found the hooligan, the six-fingered, and the thistle who had just come out of confinement, and among the three high-ranking people under him, he could be regarded as the longest-standing and most senior person who walked over with him.

"Tell me! ”

After putting down the few remaining snail noodles, Song Yong didn't wait for them to speak, and asked the three most senior executives under him.

In fact, it was also the case, and the three of them came over for an important matter.

After the three of them glanced at each other, it was still the leader of the craftsmen who was six fingers, and the technical director who was also a number of productions, and said directly:

"Brother Yong, the iron-making thing is not going well, after you left, we tried three times, but none of them succeeded. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong also worried about it in his heart.

The last time he led the search and rescue team to rescue the people from the hands of the savages, Six Fingers took other craftsmen to build a simple iron-making furnace.

The problem was that at that time, Song Yong was in a hurry to return to the modern plane, and he did not personally guide the ironmaking.

Instead, he explained the ironmaking techniques and key points he knew to Six Fingers one by one, and let them explore blast furnace ironmaking on their own.

Anyway, judging from the technical data of ironmaking, he is nothing more than putting iron ore and anthracite into the earthen blast furnace layer by layer.

After the ignition is ignited, the inside of the furnace is vigorously blown until the qualified molten iron is released from the furnace.

However, judging from the current situation, it seems that in such a seemingly simple process, Six Fingers and the others still encountered insurmountable trouble......

The importance of steel to the plane society of the primitive era is not only very clear to Song Yong.

In fact, even the dirt buns in the tribes of Six Fingers are quite well known, not to mention that with those steel tools brought by Song Yong, their various labor efficiency has increased several times.

After realizing this, in order to refine the steel that Brother Yong said as soon as possible, Six Fingers has been working hard lately.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you can't solve the problems that arise.

Seeing that it was only twenty days of work, and the six fingers that were several years old all of a sudden, Song Yong sighed and put the snail powder box in his hand directly on the battlements of the city wall.

At this moment, no matter how delicious the snail noodles are, he is not in the mood to continue eating them.

After doing this step, Song Yong said, "Let's go, let me see what's going on." ”

"Okay!" replied with a serious face, showing a good image of caring for the development of the tribe and worrying about the tribe.

Then in the mouth of this goods, another sentence came:

"Brother Yong, you don't want this thing, don't you want it, I'll eat it, don't say this thing smells bad, but it looks delicious. ”