Today's brushed cheese was a success. Although Mu Xingzhi and Songbo's reactions were mediocre, Su Qingluan distributed the remaining two or three stuffed buns to the villagers while they were still hot. Most people were full of praise - - Of course, Su Qingluan only said that it was a trial work and that it was made of milk.
Although the living standard of the villagers is much better now, it is only to the extent that they can have enough food and clothing. As for eating more delicious food, it is still difficult.
So when everyone learned that the filling of this steamed bun was made from milk, they all gave up the idea of learning - milk is still something that ordinary farmers are not interested in, and it is expensive.
For most people, spending a lot of copper coins to buy milk 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 before they can achieve a living standard that is “not short of money.” This is a step-by-step process that cannot be remembered.
Therefore, before this, "luxury foods" such as cheese steamed buns were naturally not popular among ordinary people.
After returning home, Mu Xingzhi did not read under the lamp or play chess with Song Bo as usual, or play music by himself.
Songbo was not there either, and only a note was left on the table, saying that both of them had something to do and that she could fall asleep on her own if she felt sleepy.
Su Qingluan saw that it was still early. Thanks to the fact that he had not slept well the day before, he was forced to stay up late. As a result, he woke up late in the morning and was not sleepy now.
Su Qingluan's goal for herself is: as long as she goes to bed earlier than yesterday, she will be successful in "adjusting time".
It’s not that she wants to mess up, it’s actually because of things like adjusting her schedule. The harder she has to force herself, the more she can’t sleep. Instead, she finds something to do. In this situation where the lights are dim and the surroundings are silent, she will naturally do it. Feeling sleepy.
It just so happened that Su Qingluan collected a lot of cute and beautiful leaves during the day, and she was 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. , a layer of waterproof and moth-proof film will be formed after it is completely dry, which will play a certain role in preserving the quality.
In this way, although it will not achieve the same long-term use effect as plastic packaging, at least it will not break when touched.
Now Su Qingluan is considered the hostess here, so she can also use Mu Xingzhi's books on her own.
After getting along for a period of time, Su Qingluan knew that Mu Xingzhi loved books, but he only "loved reading". However, many books that he had already read and had little interest in could be freely used, as long as he did not make the mistake of taking the books. Mu Xingzhi usually wouldn't care too much about such a crazy thing as tearing it up and burning it with firewood.
Mu Xingzhi collected various books, in addition to thread-bound paper books, there were also older scroll-style and even older bamboo slips. The weight of a scroll of bamboo slips is considerable.
Su Qingluan thought for a while, then took two thread-bound books that were obviously "slapped" by Mu Xingzhi, and a few thicker books as "ballast stones", then turned and returned to the bedroom. .
This kind of thing can be done in a moment at best in a modern home environment. Because the lighting conditions in ancient times were limited and the conditions for placing books were also very different, such a casual trip actually took less than half an hour.
But the good thing is that after such a full "exercise exercise", Su Qingluan's body was a little chilly, but now it has almost dissipated.
Under the dim light, Su Qingluan first arranged the leaves into categories according to size and thickness - the larger leaves occupied a single page, while the smaller leaves occupied two or three pieces of a page.
When handling the leaves, Su Qingluan turned the leaves in the direction of expansion downward so that the leaves could be flattened, and carefully flattened them in the direction of expansion, trying not to leave small wrinkles.
However, some leaves are highly folded and have a very brittle texture. With just such a gentle pressure, the leaves will be dismembered on the spot, and a good leaf will no longer be available.
However, conditions are limited and there is no way around it. Su Qingluan took this point very openly and had no regrets.
Unknowingly, Su Qingluan was busy until late at night, but she didn't feel tired at all. Instead, she seemed to have returned to the days when she was doing accounting with great interest in her previous life.
After all the leaves were carefully sandwiched between the pages, and several large books were placed on them as ballast stones, Su Qingluan stretched out, yawned and planned to fall asleep.
Just when she bent over the candle to blow it out, she felt someone's gaze beside her from the corner of her eye. She subconsciously turned her head, only to see someone standing behind her.
"Hey!" Su Qingluan whispered, subconsciously taking a step back and looking over, she realized that the person turned out to be Mu Xingzhi!
At this time, Mu Xingzhi was different from the ordinary broad robe and long sleeves. He looked sick and sitting in a wheelchair, looking like a handsome young man. At this time, he was dressed in black clothes and his hair was tied into a meticulous bun. There is a sense of neatness in people, which is completely different from what you usually see.
And because he was not disguised at this moment, he exuded a sharp aura, which made Su Qingluan subconsciously hold his breath.
However, the next moment, Su Qingluan rolled his eyes at him angrily: "Are you a cat? You suddenly stood behind someone without saying a word in the middle of the night. Fortunately, I didn't read any supernatural story books just now, otherwise the three Two and a half of my souls were scared away by you."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xingzhi asked: "Which half soul is the half soul?"
"Is that the key point?" Su Qingluan said speechlessly, "Can you not appear so suddenly next time?"
"You don't seem surprised by my outfit?" Mu Xingzhi slowly took off his black turban.
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes: "If you make a fuss over something like this, my surprise won't be enough! But if you have three heads and six arms one day, I can express my surprise."
However, Su Qingluan felt that according to Mu Xingzhi's consistent display of this "omnipotent" and "elusive" image to her, she might not be very surprised if one day this person really transformed into a man with three heads and six arms.
"I told you to wash up and settle down quickly. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to Su Ji..." Su Qingluan said casually, turning her head casually, only to find that the man opposite him who was originally dressed in smart clothes started to take off his clothes slowly!
Now, Su Qingluan, who had always been calm and composed, really panicked: "You... what are you going to do?!"
