Masons team?

Yang Qun didn't understand these new words, and he was a little sluggish in thinking now.

Seeing that it was already late at night, the old man who claimed to be the head of Wang Bantou turned around halfway and took Yang Qun and them to a clearing.

Some colorful fabrics here have set up curtains in the clearing.

This fabric looks very fancy, Yang Qun looked at no one paying attention, touched it gently, and under the rubbing of his rough fingers, the fabric made a rustling sound, which made Yang Qun tremble and hurriedly retract his hand.

After looking closely, the cloth was not hooked by the thick calloon on his hand, and he was relieved.

It's just that he didn't dare to stretch out his hand anymore, and under the leadership of the team leader, he first went to wash his hands next to the running water drawn by a bamboo tube.

Then he followed the crowd into the shed.

As soon as he entered the shed, Yang Qun smelled a smell.

Before I could react to what it tasted like, my mouth instinctively began to secrete saliva, and my brain began to fog.

Under the leadership of the team leader, he took out the room number plate, and Yang Qun followed the team forward and received a full dinner plate.

I found a place to sit down.

Yang Qun came back to his senses from the fragrance and looked at the plate in front of him in a daze.

The large concave iron plate was divided into three grids, and the iron plate was so light that he could see his face on it like a bronze mirror.

In one of the largest compartments, four chubby variegated cakes lay side by side.

Yang Qun had never eaten it, but he could already imagine the noise of this cake when he saw it.

These are all standard two-tael multigrain steamed buns.

Steamed bread is said to have been invented by Zhuge Liang, but in fact, people in this period have initially mastered the fermentation technology of pasta, and there are steamed cakes and dough cakes.

But until the Western Jin Dynasty, the steamed buns with cross flowers on the top were still a recipe for showing off skills, and they were not very popular.

At this time, it is a must-have skill for the chefs of Lone Bamboo Manor.

In the remaining two compartments of the iron plate, some vegetables were also served.

A dish of roasted tofu with sauce.

Tofu, like steamed buns, is the product of a water-powered mill that turns day and night.

A dish of seasonal vegetables with thin salt and cold salad, this one has no fixed style, and what is sent, the cooks will mix it.

The soy sauce roasted tofu is the same as the mixed vegetables, with some oil dripping, which is considered to be dipped in oil.

Such a vegetarian meal supply site, in the future generations, Gongsun Yan will be covered by the workers' dinner plates.

However, it was such a meager and shabby food, but Yang Qun looked at the plate in front of him and didn't dare to do it.

He touched the brightly colored stool under his buttocks, the smooth lacquer surface made him feel that he was sitting on the wrong side.

Are these things really for them?

Wang Bantou looked at them like quails, and took the lead in picking up a steamed bun and breaking it.

The steamed buns that have just come out of the pot immediately give out a small stream of heat, revealing an even fluffy inside.

He pinched the steamed bun, put the sauce tofu on the steamed bun with a chopstick head, and took a big bite.

Immediately there was a gurgling sound of saliva on the left and right.

"Let's eat!" Wang Bantou chewed the steamed bun and said, "Don't think about it, it's all for you to eat." Eat well and work hard. ”

Almost everyone who came to Lulongsai for the first time reacted in this way, and Wang Bantou was no longer surprised.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help it anymore, looked at each other, and finally didn't know who started first, and all the people at the table lowered their heads and began to bury their heads in hard work.

Chew, swallow.

The tofu with the flavor of the sauce, the refreshing vegetable melon, and the firm and sweet steamed bun roll and stir on the tip of the tongue.

My throat was like grease, and I wanted to taste the taste, but I couldn't help but swallow it all in my stomach.

At noon, the gruel in the hall had already been digested, and at this time, the food was drawn into the stomach, and the heavy feeling of falling made Yang Qun's heart feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

When he came back to his senses, Yang Qun was pinching the last steamed bun in his hand, and there was a huge tooth mark on the steamed bun.

He immediately remorseful and distressed, how could there be only such a little left.

Such a good thing should be kept, brought back and shared with the old mother, wife and children.

Finally, with a mouthful of steamed buns, Yang Qun no longer chewed and swallowed, but slowly tasted it on the tip of his tongue.

The remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand was carefully carried into the backpack he carried.

Although there is only half of it left, it is still enough for the family to take it back.

Wang Bantou glanced at him and did not speak.

Didn't they come here just for their little wives and children? Why should you despise a man who remembers his family.

"There's hot egg soup over there." Wang Bantou pointed at Yang Qun, "Go get the bowl and make soup yourself." ”

"Hit the soup spoon and go to the ground, fish along the side, you can have good goods."

Wang Bantou is also a family person, Yang Qun's behavior made him have a good impression, and also taught him the trick of salvaging dry goods in the soup.

"Hey. Thank you, Wangtou. Yang Qun wiped his mouth, followed Wang Bantou's instructions, and went to get a bowl of soup and came back.

When he first arrived, his skills were not good, and he was embarrassed to always occupy a place to fish, and there was still a small layer of oil flowers floating in the bowl with little water.

But when he drank it in his mouth, this seaweed egg drop soup was still full of umami when he tasted it.

Seaweed and iodized salt are placed here, and eggs are just for ceremonial decoration.

At present, Gongsun Yan's newly built chicken farm in Guzhu cannot supply enough eggs, and it is only waiting for the chicken farm in Lulongcheng to be completed.

In this way, he barely made up a low-level meal of carbohydrates, vegetables, and protein, which made Yang Qun feel infinitely satisfied.

Despite the hiccup, but touching his stomach, he still couldn't say from the bottom of his heart that he was full.

"When you're done eating, go wash the dishes."

Wang Bantou took the lead in standing up with the dinner plate and walked to the flowing pool on the right side of the greenhouse.

There is a large clay pot beside the concrete pool, which contains the ashes of the plants and trees left over from cooking.

I took out a handful and scrubbed the dinner plates, chopsticks, soup bowls, and returned them.

In fact, most people's plates are as clean as if they have been licked after eating.

But everyone still honestly wiped the corners of the dinner plate with grass and wood ash.

Wang Bantou told them that if they couldn't wipe the bowl of their own food, such a lazy and cunning person would not be worthy of Lu Longsai's meal.

After eating, Yang Qun and the others followed Wang Bantou to the residence again.

The longhouses are all cement bungalows, divided into a small room for six people.

This is also the result of the hard work of the original Frontier Prisoners and Exile Tribe.

The furnishings in the house were simple, and a straw mat was spread on the rammed floor that was damp on the ground, which was sanded by the previous resident's sleep, and a large black and dark sweat mark rolled out of the center.

A thin quilt is neatly folded at the feet, exuding a not-so-good smell.

A rattan pillow box was placed on the quilt, and before I could get closer, I could smell the smell of sweat.

"People come and go here, and the residence is not fixed, so you should take care of your important belongings."