Today's brushed cheese was very successful, although Mu Xingzhi and Songbo's response was mediocre, but Su Qingluan distributed the remaining two or three stuffed steamed buns to the villagers while they were hot, and most of them were full of praise - of course, Su Qingluan only said that it was a trial work, and it was made of milk.

Although the living standards of the villagers are much better, they are only enough to be fed and clothed, and it is still difficult to eat more deliciously.

So when everyone learned that the filling of this steamed bun was made of milk, they all dispelled the idea of wanting to learn - milk is still useless for ordinary farmers, and the price is expensive.

For the vast majority of people, spending a lot of copper plate to buy milk to drink is not as affordable as buying meat or dry food.

Su Qingluan also understands that for the vast majority of villagers, they still have a long way to go from the standard of living that is "not bad", which is a gradual process and cannot be remembered.

So before that, "luxury food" such as cheese steamed buns was naturally not promoted among ordinary people.

After returning home, Mu Xingzhi didn't read a book under the lamp or play a game with Songbo as usual, or play music by himself.

Somber wasn't there, except for a note on the table, saying that they both had something to do, and that she could fall asleep on her own if she was sleepy.

Su Qingluan saw that it was still early, and thanks to the blessing that he hadn't slept well the day before, the result of being forced to stay up late was that he woke up late in the morning, and he was not sleepy now.

Su Qingluan set a goal for himself: as long as he goes to bed earlier than yesterday, it will be considered a success in "adjusting the time".

It's not that she wants to be bad, it's really because of the adjustment of her schedule, the more reluctant she is, the more she can't sleep, but she finds something to do by herself, and in this kind of dim light and quiet around, she will naturally feel sleepy.

It just so happened that Su Qingluan had collected a lot of cute and beautiful leaves during the day, and she was just about to flatten these leaves as bookmarks - although there was no plastic sealing technology in this era, Su Qingluan thought that she could brush tung oil on both sides of the leaves, and when it was completely dry, it would also form a waterproof and moth-proof film, which would play a certain role in shelf-rearing.

In this way, although it will not achieve the effect of long-term use of plastic packaging, at least it will not break when touched.

Now Su Qingluan is the hostess here, so she can also use Mu Xingzhi's books by herself.

After getting along for a period of time, although Su Qingluan knew that Mu Xingzhi loved books, he only "loved to read", but many books that he had read and had little interest in could be used, as long as he didn't do something crazy like taking books and tearing them up as firewood, Mu Xingzhi generally didn't care too much.

Mu Xingzhi's collection of various books, in addition to thread-bound paper books, there are also relatively ancient scroll-type or even more ancient bamboo slips, and the weight of a roll of bamboo slips is quite considerable

Su Qingluan thought about it, took two thread-bound books that were obviously "beaten into the cold palace" by Mu Xingzhi, and took a few more books with a certain thickness as "ballast stones", and turned around and returned to the bedroom.

This kind of thing can be done in a modern home environment in a matter of moments at best, because the lighting conditions in ancient times were limited, and the conditions for placing books were very different, so it took half an hour to make such a trip.

However, the good thing is that after such a full "exercise exercise", Su Qingluan was originally a little cold, but now it has almost dissipated.

Under the dim light, Su Qingluan first arranged the leaves according to their size and thickness - the larger leaves occupied a single page, while the smaller leaves occupied a page with two or three pieces.

When handling the leaves, Su Qingluan unfolded the leaves downwards so that the leaves could be flattened and carefully flattened in the direction of the stretch, trying not to leave fine folds.

However, some leaves have a high degree of folding, and the texture itself is very brittle, so when you press it gently, the leaves will perform an in-situ split, and a good leaf can not be wanted.

However, the conditions are limited, and this is something that cannot be helped. Su Qingluan was very open to this point, and he didn't have any feelings of chagrin.

Unconsciously, Su Qingluan was busy until late at night, but she didn't feel tired at all, but seemed to have returned to the days of making handbooks with great interest in her previous life.

After all the leaves were carefully sandwiched between the pages, and there were a few tome books pressed on them as ballast stones, Su Qingluan stretched his waist and yawned to fall asleep.

Just as she bent down to the candle to blow it out, Yu Guang felt that someone seemed to be looking at her, and she subconsciously turned her head, only to see someone standing behind her at some point.

"Eh!" Su Qingluan let out a low breath, subconsciously took a step back, and looked at the past only to find that the person was Mu Xingzhi!

At this time, Mu Xingzhi was different from the ordinary wide robe with big sleeves, sitting in a wheelchair with a sick look, looking like a handsome man, at this time he was wearing a black suit, and his hair was also tied into a meticulous bun, and the whole person had a more neat feeling, which was completely different from what he usually saw.

And because he didn't change his face at this moment, he exuded a sharp momentum, which made Su Qingluan subconsciously hold his breath.

However, the next moment, Su Qingluan glanced at him angrily: "Are you a cat?" The third watch suddenly stood behind others without saying a word in the middle of the night, fortunately, I didn't read any supernatural scripts, otherwise the three souls would have been scared away by you. ”

When Mu Xingzhi heard this, he asked rhetorically: "Which half soul is the half soul?" ”

"Is that the point?" Su Qingluan said speechlessly, "Can you not appear so suddenly next time?" ”

"You don't seem surprised that I'm dressed?" Mu Xingzhi took off the black hood on his body.

Su Qingluan rolled his eyes: "If you make a fuss because of this kind of thing, my surprise is not enough!" But if you have three heads and six arms one day, I can express surprise. ”

However, Su Qingluan felt that according to Mu Xingzhi's consistent appearance of showing her this "omnipotent" and "elusive" image, even if this person really conjured up three heads and six arms, she might not be very surprised.

"I said you should also hurry up and wash up, tomorrow I will get up early to go to 'Su Ji'......" Su Qingluan said casually, turning his head casually, only to find that the man on the opposite side who was originally dressed in a strong suit actually began to untie his clothes slowly and methodically!

At this moment, Su Qingluan, who had always behaved calmly, really panicked: "You ...... What are you doing?! ”