The cold, dry eternal night passed before I knew it.

Lawrence taped several boards to the outside of the wall where Sophia slept and drew a horizontal line on the clean board with a dagger.

Sophia lay on the bed, her feet facing the side of the bed, looking at the wooden planks pasted on the bed, her face full of happy smiles.

Sariel was helping with the planks and, seeing Lawrence's movements, asked, "What is this?" ”

Lawrence explained: "I'm starting to see some white light today, more than half an hour of bright light, so start the clock today to see which day next year will be the end of the eternal night." ”

When Sophia heard this kind of thing, she hurriedly said: "I'll do this kind of thing, and I'll remember it every day when I get up." ”

Lawrence smiled and agreed, and stood up again to look at the garlic sprouts.

The garlic sprouts had grown to a finger's height, and Lawrence went to the wall to stand again, gesturing his height with his hands.

Turning around to look at the position of his fingers, Lawrence had a happy expression.

Sophia quickly got out of bed as well, standing against the wall under Lawrence, trying to hold her flat chest and take a deep breath, trying to make herself a little taller.

Lawrence put his hand on Sophia's head and quickly said, "Sophia has also grown a little taller." ”

Sophia was even happier, "What about Sariel?" ”

Saliel sat on the edge of the bed and smiled, "I'll see in a few days." ”

Sariel didn't care about her height, although she was still in the development stage, but she felt that she was fine now, and she didn't think it was useful to be taller.

If the body is too large, the fabric will be wasted.

Soon Salyl began to cook, and Sophia went back to bed and sit, sitting and sleeping with her eyes closed and doing nothing.

Because she doesn't need to work most of the time in winter, Sophia doesn't have to tie her hair in a ponytail, and most of the time she has long soft and beautiful blonde hair, like a lady princess in a fairy tale.

Even if she didn't wash her hair for three or four days and ate greasy barbecue and broth all day long, Sariel's hair didn't feel greasy, it was still vigorous and smooth.

"Gah!"

The crow in the window peeked out of the hole in the window, turned around again, dug up its white fluffy buttocks, and dropped a cloud of bird droppings.

It quickly and gracefully disappeared into the window hole, pulling only the bird poop outside.

Lawrence looked at the walls stained with bird droppings, which had been stained with a lot of bird droppings these days.

This crow knows that bird poop can't be pulled in the nest, but it has a small family and no family, and only cares about itself and doesn't care about others.

"The bad bird is pooping on the wall again," Saliel said. ”

Lawrence defended the crow, "It can't help it, it can't fly out now, the gap I left in the window is too small, and its butt will freeze in a place where there is a cold wind." ”

Sariel just said casually, if she didn't say this, she would say something else.

"Emma should go to someone's house to help us make a mattress now, and if she's in town, she can go to someone's house to talk in the winter."

Lawrence comforted, "You can talk to us too, and you can do it in bed." ”

Sariel smiled, "Now it's talking, we'll play cards after dinner!" ”

Playing is a three-player sport, and can be played a dozen days a day, and is the best sport in the eternal night hour, more suitable than any bed exercise right now.

Physical exertion is not much, there is no danger, and concentration can sit for a long, long time.

Lawrence believed that savages with Northland genes and pirate habits would enjoy the sport, and that it would quickly spread if it was told to a few islands and villagers.

Despite the preparations for spring, Lawrence did not refuse Sariel's invitation.

After eating, the three of them began to play cards, and when they were tired of sitting, they got up and stretched their hands and feet in the house, and exercised a little.

The boring and long eternal night soon passed for a few more days, and the Lawrence family's wood had consumed seven or eight layers of wood in the month that had not seen the light of day.

When the sun could finally shine on the snowy mountains for two or three more hours, Lawrence opened the door.

This time it's no longer about dropping something and going into the house, although the weather is still bitterly cold, and the clean snow-capped mountains are still dead and silent, but spring is coming.

Lawrence walks with a stick in the calf-thick snow.

The snow here is not too thick and not too shallow, it should be only forty centimeters thick in normal places, and even less on the slopes, because it is all blown to the valley by the wind.

There are also snow areas that can bury people, but they are basically the result of hundreds of years of accumulation.

The place where Lawrence lived could only be considered a mountain bag, and the real mountain peaks were much higher.

After making a round around, Lawrence returned to the house, took out a basket of ashes and put it in front of him, and when he walked out of the house, he wrapped his head and nose in a scarf, leaving only his eyes outside.

Grab a handful of cold plant ash in a downwind area and sprinkle it off into the distance.

These gray plant ashes quickly stain the white snow with gray, making it less bright and even reflective.

Sarriel soon came out with a basket of grass ash in one hand.

"Aren't these reserved for fertilization?" Sariel didn't quite understand Lawrence's intentions.

Lawrence explains, "Let the snow melt in the neighborhood first, and we're here a lot, so it's good to sort out the places where we can work early." ”

"Except for the pile of stones in front of the door, where there are green seedlings that emerge first, the farmland will be cultivated later."

Sariel just asked casually, even if she didn't understand, it didn't matter, and after a few words, she started working.

Lawrence patiently sprinkled ashes.

When the snow melts a little and the soil becomes soft due to the snow when the temperature rises, it is time for a family of three and two helpers to open up the land together.

There are quite a few fields in the town of Bhumisius, but there are also in the Sariel family, and the land on both sides can be taken care of.

Don't worry about farm tools, the Pumi people have always prepared weapons to go out to work, although they are for robbery and fighting, but farm tools will also be made easily, enough for the rest of the people to use.

In this era, the barbarians possessed advanced shipbuilding, navigation, iron-making, and wine-making technology, as well as strong military mobilization.

Savage and advanced.

Lawrence had to do not only build his own fortress and estate, but also digest the initial resources accumulated by the barbarians in this era as quickly as possible.

Sariel quickly finished scattering a basket of grass ash, looked at Lawrence and asked, "What's next?" Let's go back and play cards~"

Lawrence didn't want to play cards, and looked at the eager Saliel in front of him, and suddenly came to his strength!!

Nearby was thirty or forty centimeters thick of soft snow, and no one else was looking at it in all directions, and the young girl in front of her, who seemed to be a village girl, was a real powerful female warrior.

"Sariel, let's make a comparison!" Lawrence erupted with the courage of a man.

(End of chapter)