[Successfully make the leaked yellow clay fire kang, get fifty points, the follow-up process has been unlocked, please buy it after the mall opens]

As Gu Lan thought, after she made a fire kang that did not exist in this world, the system gave her extra points.

It's the same fifty points, and the follow-up process is also unlocked, but it's far from the mall opening.

Thinking that the method of eating cassava spread last time could also add points, Gu Lan had to make the same kang for Old Man Shao as a return gift.

Old man Shao did not refuse.

The fire kang is simply a winter heating artifact, who knows who uses it, without a too thick quilt, it can block the cold wind in winter.

In the winter of previous years, Old Man Shao always had to put a thick fur mattress on Aji's bed, and put a charcoal basin in the room to keep warm.

The foot of the mountain is cold, and the heavy snow covering the mountain is even more terrifying.

Gu Lan made a kang, and it was much easier to make a second one, there was an old man Shao who dug the yellow mud and transported the yellow mud, but after three days of hard work, there was an extra kang in the old man's house.

He didn't need it himself, not to mention that a stove could only be connected to one ondol.

Spread the fire kang to Old Man Shao, and Gu Lan got 50 points as she wished.

In doing so, she has already earned 200 points.

There are still 800 points to fill the gap in the opening system.

Gu Lan has been in this world for more than a month, and the weather has gradually changed.

At first, they could still move freely in thin clothes, but in the past few days, when they get up early in the morning, there is a white fog outside, and when the fog clears, the frosted ground is revealed.

The grass is withered and yellow, and the mountains in the distance seem to be covered in a layer of winter clothing.

It took some time to build a house for Gu Lan's family, and after finishing this matter, Old Man Shao began to go into the mountains to hunt again, preparing to stock up on some supplies before the winter.

Unlike before, this time he went into the mountain, and he took Zhu'er with him.

With Old Man Shao here, Gu Lan was not very worried about Zhu'er's safety, not to mention that Zhu'er was full of interest and couldn't wait to use his fists and feet to move the entire mountain back.

She couldn't persuade her.

Gu Lan and Liang'er were not idle, and the cassava that had been soaked before didn't have time to be processed, and they were all piled up in the old house.

The roof of the old house was also repaired, and the contents were emptied to store sundries, and half of the house of firewood and half of the house of cassava were piled up.

Now that she is idle, Gu Lan can finally tinker with cassava flour.

Although cassava does not taste as heartburn as sweet potatoes, it is always uncomfortable to eat for a long time, but if it is made into cassava flour, it is different, and there are more types of foods that can be made.

And it can also be sold for money.

That's right, sell for money.

This is Gu Lan's real purpose.

The cassava stacked at home is at least 1,000 catties, which is enough for a few of them to eat, but if they only eat cassava all winter, people are afraid that they can go crazy.

She had to sell the cassava flour before the snow covered the mountain, exchange it for some money, and buy some things to survive the long winter.

The process of tapioca-milling is also not difficult, or even very simple.

The detoxified cassava is peeled off, chopped and pushed into a bluestone pit, and then a stone is put into the stone pit, pushing the stone, and using the gravity of the stone to crush the cassava into slag.

Then put the slag and water into the burlap and filter, put the filtered water into the wooden barrel and put it quietly, wait for the tapioca flour to settle to the bottom of the bucket, pour out the water, take out the solidified cassava flour, and put it on the bamboo dustpan to dry.

After drying, the tapioca flour condenses into lumps, and then breaks and crushes, and the snow-white and delicate tapioca flour is ready.

This process is simple because it can be done manually.

But after the whole process was done, she was really tired enough, and she wanted to turn cassava into slag, without a machine and only by manpower, she was a woman, and she had no money ability, so she could only rely on the weight of stones.

But it also takes strength to push the stone, and when she pushes it down in the morning, she can't feel the existence of her arms in the morning, and the whole person sweats like rain in the winter, as if she was fished out of the water.

One hundred catties of cassava, it took Gu Lan a whole day, and the final powder was about twenty catties.

Gu Lan thought about the food prices she saw last time she went to the market, and she only felt that it was really difficult to make money.

A pound of noodles is about 13 yuan, and she is busy for a day, and it will only cost more than 200 yuan to sell it all......

Still so tired.

Gu Lan tried to squeeze her arms, but she felt that her hands were trembling, and it was difficult to even hold things.

In the evening, Old Man Shao and Zhu'er came back from the mountain.

Before the Zhu'er people returned, they heard his cry of joy from a long distance.

"Sister! Look what I caught! ”

Gu Lan held on to the soreness of her body, walked out of the house, and rushed over like a small cannonball with the basket on her back, and the smile on her face couldn't stop: "Look! This is the pheasant I caught! Two of them! Grandpa taught me how to make traps, and I caught two at once! ”

"Sister, let's eat this one ourselves, and this one will be brought to the market to sell for money, and I will tear cloth for you to make cotton clothes!"

Zhu'er feels sorry for her sister, in the winter, Gu Lan has endless housework to do every day, Liang'er and Zhu'er can still play on the kang if they are afraid of the cold, but Gu Lan can't.

He wanted to tear a piece of cotton cloth to make clothes for Gu Lan so that she could be warmer.

Gu Lan saw that her younger brother was so sensible, so she laughed along, but the strength in her body was hollowed out, and she was a little reluctant to laugh.

Zhu'er sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly put down her things and ran to her, shouting, "Sister! What happened to you? Is it that Gu Xinghua is looking for you again! I'm going to beat her up!" ”

He was indiscriminate, so anxious that he rolled up his sleeves and was about to go to the fight.

Gu Lan was accustomed to her brother's quick temper, and hurriedly grabbed him and explained, "Why did she come to me when she was idle?" I didn't provoke her, but I was tired from grinding cassava today, and I was a little out of strength. ”

Zhu'er will be skeptical: "Really? ”

"Nature is true, what do you see over there?"

Zhu'er looked closely, and sure enough, there were white lumps in the bamboo dustpan.

He was drawn over and let out a burst of exclamation.

Heroin! This is something that the poor dare not think of!

Zhu'er was so happy that his mouth began to secrete saliva.

Old man Shao noticed that Gu Lan's mood was a little wrong, and said with a smile: "Girl Lan, since you have made it, why do you still have a bitter face?" ”

Gu Lan pursed her lips and shook her head, saying what she felt uncomfortable about.

"A pound of noodles costs thirteen yuan, a hundred pounds of cassava flour and twenty pounds, I am so tired, but I can only earn this money......"

Although it is much stronger than before, this super intensity of exertion really makes her unbearable.

If the pay and return are inconsistent, anyone will be disappointed.

"Haha," Old Man Shao suddenly laughed, "Thirteen cents and a pound of white noodles, who did you listen to?" ”

"Naturally, I saw it myself, isn't it the price?" Gu Lan was a little puzzled.

Old man Shao shook his head, but smiled silently.

"What do you see the face of 13 coins look like?"

Gu Lan shook her head, she just inquired about the price, and didn't see it with her own eyes.

Does it matter?

But soon, she understood what Old Man Shao meant.