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There are fewer and fewer reading clubs, theoretical seminars, and more and more working meetings.

It didn't take more than 20 people to go into battle to serve 200 acres of land, and the tide of camp construction began.

Because the igloo has melted, the cellar and bathroom have been rebuilt with mud. In addition, there is a fence, and the sparse wooden fence is to be transformed into a real "earthen fence".

Grain was scattered in kitchens, stilt warehouses, and kilns, but now a real granary needed to be built to cope with the wheat harvest.

Tractors are covered with thick cloth in winter, and a garage is a must in case of rain.

The canteen and conference hall should be built, and although the big tent can make ends meet, the insulation effect is too poor.

The stables and kitchens should also be expanded.

As a dormitory, although the indoor temperature can be guaranteed to be lower than zero, it is still cold after all. Everyone wants to build a real house with thick walls and a fire kang.

All these buildings need bricks, or brick kilns.

The mud houses were possible, but the revolutionaries didn't like to make do, and they vowed to leave their mark on the wilderness.

Chen Zhenxiu, a civil engineering expert, understands the theory, and Martin, a landless farmer, is an apprentice of the kiln master, and the two discussed for most of the day and decided to build a vaulted brick kiln.

How to make bricks, Song Yingxing of the Ming Dynasty had a detailed record in "Tiangong Kaiwu", Lu Tianxi read and miscellaneous, and showed off as if he had to recite a paragraph.

"Where the mud is made of bricks, the soil is also dug to verify the color of the soil, whether blue or white, or red or yellow, and it is sticky but not scattered, and powder but not sand. Drawing water to nourish the soil, people count the wrong toes of the oxen one by one, step into thick mud, and then fill the wooden frame, and the iron wire bow flattens its surface to form a blank shape......"

Although the people of today are better than the ancients, they can only seek wisdom from the ancients in the wasteland. First select a site, dig a pit, then add water, and people jump into the pit and step on it with their feet to stir the clay into mud. With the mud, the blank is remade and demolded.

Billet making needs to be done in pairs, and it is selected in a cool and ventilated place to facilitate drying.

One of them fixed the wooden mold and demolded it, and the other person threw a dozen pounds of mud into the mold. The quality of the brick depends on the force of the mud dropped. The harder the force, the denser it is, and if the force is smaller, there will be a cavity in the billet, and it will be a waste brick when burned.

If one person drops a hundred billets, he is exhausted and must be reversed. Once proficient, each group can make two thousand pieces a day.

It takes a month for the mud to dry, and it has to be turned several times to ensure uniformity. At this time, the most feared thing is rain, but Lin Qian said that the rain here is mostly from June to August, so there is no need to worry.

Tile billets are much more troublesome than bricks, curved tiles require special molds and skilled technology, and in order to simplify the operation, only flat tiles can be made.

But the flat tile is not much simpler, after the clay is cut, it needs to be pressed to make a concave and convex lap edge and a center of gravity balance weight.

Fortunately, there is a carpenter Mao Zhigang, who made some toy-like molds, which greatly accelerated the production progress.

At least three billet groups are arranged every day, and everyone can take their turn. Since April 10th, billet making has not stopped. By the last day of April, more than 100,000 bricks had been made, in addition to thousands of flat tiles and a small number of ridge tiles.

Before making bricks, everyone first made a batch of adobe with refractory clay and used it to build a brick kiln. After the adobe was completed, the kiln group headed by Chen Zhenxiu and Martin was quickly established.

Chen Zhenxiu wanted to draw drawings and do calculations, but was scorned by Martin.

"If you want to believe me, listen to my command!"

Several science students were in an uproar and shouted, "What a joke!" ”

In this regard, Wu Rui made a final decision, "Others have practical experience and intuitive understanding, do we have them?" If not, be a good student! ”

Martin didn't calculate, he didn't have any drawings, he relied on a pair of naked eye observations, so that the big guy built a round-arched building.

After completion, the brick kiln is not large, and it is shaped like a small hill four or five meters high. Several science students looked at the graceful curves of the vault and had to admit that Martin did have real materials.

Then the raw bricks and tiles are put into the kiln, stacked at different angles in the kiln, and the fire path is left.

May 1st, ignition!

The pine branches set fire, and pieces of chopped firewood were used as fuel, and the burning began for ten consecutive days and nights.

On May 5, Lu Tianxi was guarding outside the kiln, listening to Martin's call. But he wanted to help Xu Jingjing dig wild vegetables.

Xu Jingjing was in charge of the kitchen that day, and after making breakfast, she carried the basket out of the camp and went west.

Lu Tianxi discussed with Jin Tong, who was on duty together, and Jin Tong waved his hand, "Anyway, it's no big deal, you go, I'll take it." ”

Lu Tianxi thanked him for his kindness, picked up his gun, rushed to find a horse, galloped out of the camp, and spent half an hour to find Xu Jingjing near the ghost swamp.

He bolted his horse and coughed.

Xu Jingjing pretended not to hear.

He slowly approached. At the beginning of May, the oak trees have not yet returned to green, and last year's dead leaves are spread all over the ground, and they are fluffy and rustling when stepped on.

"How did you run so far?" He pretended to be familiar.

"There's a lot of wild vegetables here!" Xu Jingjing didn't raise her head and continued to pick ingredients with dewdrops.

Those goose-yellow shoots are dotted on the black soil, which is very distinct.

The fragrance of spring intoxicated him.

Lu Tianxi learned a lot of wild vegetable knowledge from Wu Rui, and he played with it: "This is dandelion, which clears heat and detoxifies." He plucked one and threw it into Xu Jingjing's back basket.

"This is purslane, also known as longevity vegetables, eat more longevity." He threw another one in.

"This is a wild leek, you can make dumplings!" Another one.

Xu Jingjing gave him a blank look and dug out a camellia with a shovel.

"This is the ...... of shepherd's cabbage," Lu Tianxi saw the stitches.

"Me! Recognize! Know! Xu Jingjing squeezed out three words from between her teeth.

Lu Tianxi's face flushed, and he quickly concealed his embarrassment, he was thick-skinned.

"Come on, come on, there's bracken! It is the vetch of the poem "Picking Rose". "The leaves of the bracken are bent and form barbs, as if a child is clenching a fist, which is cute.

Lu Tianxi is like a gourmet: "Pick it quickly, bracken bracken is blanched in boiling water, and a little salt is a good dish!" ”

Xu Jingjing can't do anything about him, she was going to pick Weiwei, and she couldn't stop picking because Lu Tianxi said it.

The border between the wasteland and the swamp was a gift from nature, and in less than half an hour, the two of them filled the basket. For half an hour, Lu Tianxi concentrated on Cai Wei without speaking, and finally couldn't help but say at this time: "Give me the back basket, I'll carry it!" ”

Xu Jingjing was very satisfied with his observations, tilted her head to look at him, and handed over the back basket.

Lu Tianxi handed her the gun, "Help me hold it." ”

Xu Jingjing took it and pulled the bolt of the gun and raised it to shoot.

She stared at it for a while, and said wistfully, "If only I could hunt a pheasant or a wild duck." Everyone is so hard, I haven't eaten meat for a long time......"

Lu Tianxi also had some regrets, "For more than a month, I ate fish once a few days ago!" In the past few days, I have been so busy fishing that I can't send manpower, so what fish Liangzi hasn't caught a single fish so far, and his mouth has faded out...... What's the matter! ”

He chattered as he carried the basket and asked for his rifle back.

"Don't load it if it's okay, it's troublesome to return the bullet......"

"Oh." Xu Jingjing was a little embarrassed.

Lu Tianxi half-squatted down, pulled the bolt, withdrew the bullets one by one, and pressed back into the magazine again and again.

Xu Jingjing put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoe, her heels fell together, and looked around.

"Hey! Pheasant! There are pheasants! She exclaimed in surprise.

"Where? Where? Lu Tianxi jumped up and aimed at the gun indiscriminately.

"Right there!" Xu Jingjing pointed out the direction.

Lu Tianxi looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, he saw a colorful bird that was about to fly.

He lifted his gun with one shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the pheasant's wing.

The pheasant didn't die, fluttering and trying to escape, Xu Jingjing said excitedly: "I'll chase it!" ”

Lu Tianxi carried the basket on his back, but he couldn't outrun her, so he simply walked slowly with a gun, far behind.

The prey was close in front of him, and he was about to catch up, but Xu Jingjing pounced but pounced.

The pheasant fluttered and fled into the ghost swamp. Xu Jingjing refused to give up and chased after her.

"Stop chasing!" Lu Tianxi shouted.

Xu Jingjing had a hard time choosing. Seeing that the pheasant was no longer moving in the swamp, she hesitated for a moment, and took a cautious step into the depths.

"Danger! Come back! Lu Tianxi roared loudly and ran towards her.

Xu Jingjing glanced back at him and waved her hand, "It's okay!" ”

She went into the Onimarsh.

Lu Tianxi ran to the edge of the swamp and was relieved to see that she had caught the pheasant and was returning the same way as she was clutching her wings.

Suddenly, the pheasant struggled a few times, and Xu Jingjing's hand was unstable and let it run. The pheasant fled five meters away and lay on its stomach again.

Xu Jingjing didn't think about it, and walked over the way she came.

In the blink of an eye, she sank and was swallowed up to her chest at once!

"Don't come here......"

Lu Tianxi didn't have time to react, and only one hand was left in the swamp.

The little hand scratched in the air a few times and disappeared.

Lu Tianxi was stunned.

Reason told him that he couldn't pass, Xu Jingjing was dead, and no one could save him. Emotions told him that he couldn't watch like this!

He couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't move his legs.

He looked at the swamp that engulfed Xu Jingjing infatuatedly, and after not knowing how long, he suddenly knelt down. Silent tears fell on the blades of grass.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, then fell on the ground and wept!

That day, he did not return to the camp, and he knelt down on the edge of the ghost swamp.

In the middle of the night, a waning moon rose from the east, and the white moonlight reflected Lu Tianxi's figure. From the depths of the ghost swamp, there was a terrible chirp of the "soul collecting bird", which made people panic.

When the emergency search team found him, they saw such a chilling scene.

The next day, Lu Tianxi explained the situation to the entire camp and repeated it several times.

From the third day, he never opened his mouth again.

On May 11, Martin observed the color of the fire, ordered the ventilation holes to be sealed with earth, and instructed others to water the roof of the kiln.

He said that this is to let the raw bricks absorb the yang energy of fire and the yin energy of water, and the yin and yang work together to produce good bricks.

Yang Yuheng, a chemistry major, explained, "This is a low-valent iron oxide that converts red into a blue-gray low-valent iron oxide. That's how the bricks are made. ”

Seal the kiln, turn off the fire and cool down.

On the thirteenth, the kiln was opened. Everyone brought out the bricks and tiles with residual warmth. Patches and patches are all cyan. Knock on the knuckles, erect it, make a "bell" sound, and have the sound of gold and stone.

On the 14th, a funeral was held in the camp.

The girls gathered Xu Jingjing's personal belongings. They used the first furnace of bricks to build a mound and erect a tombstone.

"The Tomb of the Revolutionary Xu Jingjing"

Lu Tianxi held her diary with a blank expression.