Linglong also thought of this. Could it be that if the two of them work together, they will level up if they work together?
And every time the degree of concentricity increases, the space will change. What they conjured up was what they needed.
Qingshan said, "Do you think the space will still change?"
Linglong said, "That depends on how concentric we are."
Qingshan raised his eyebrows. Did the little beauty admit that she and him were of the same mind?
"Oh, then let's do things together in space more, maybe we can create something better."
Linglong was silent for a while, "What do you want?"
Qingshan thought about it, "I want a palace with exquisite and beautiful things inside. You can live comfortably and don't have to leave in a hurry."
Linglong pursed her lips and thought for a while, "I want a way out."
Both of them were silent, one wanted to stay and the other wanted to leave.
You can never be of the same mind.
The degree of concentricity will not be too high after all.
…
The room was so eerily quiet that Linglong thought Qingshan was angry. He was serving her like this, almost completing all the work of a slave and eunuch, and she made it clear that she wanted to leave.
But she didn't want to lie to him.
…
A quarter of an hour later, Qingshan's snoring came. It was not loud. He didn't usually snore. It was because of his bad posture.
Linglong held his arm and wanted to turn him over, but she tried her best and couldn't move at all. She frowned and cursed, "Asshole! Why are you so strong?"
Qingshan opened his eyes immediately when he heard her voice, "What's wrong?"
Linglong said, "Go back."
Qingshan suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh, let's go!"
The two of them left the space and Linglong got into the mosquito net. Qingshan made a bed on the floor and lay down.
…
He had been in a daze just now and did not fall asleep right away. He put his arms on his pillow and said, "Linglong, the sweet river water in the space is ready to dry. Call me when you are thirsty."
Linglong let out a muffled sigh while covering her head with the quilt.
She had a dry mouth in the middle of the night. When Qingshan heard her get out of bed, he immediately stood up and took the bowl to her mouth without letting her reach out.
She opened her mouth and drank a little. The river water in the space was indeed sweet. It was clearer than mountain spring water, quenching thirst, and endlessly satisfying.
…
After breakfast, several hunters came to Qingshan and said that they had found wild boar tracks, but they felt that they couldn't handle it, so they invited Qingshan to go with them, and then the four of them would share equally.
As soon as Aoyama heard about the wild boar meat, he decided to go there.
Ask Linglong if she is in space or at home. He was always worried that Da Jiang's matter would not end like this.
Linglong had her own plan and was determined to stay at home. She said she would lock the door and never let anyone in.
Qingshan thought that he would be back before dark and nothing would happen during the day, so he happily carried the knife and went.
…
Linglong looked at his leaving figure and thought, there is a blacksmith in this small village. Linglong has seen the craftsmanship of that blacksmith, and the things he makes are all made of cast iron, which are thick and stupid.
Qingshan's long knife was not made of cast iron at first glance. It was white and shiny, and was made entirely of fine steel. It cannot be beaten by the blacksmith in the village.
This kind of material is not easy to find even in Yucheng, let alone in this remote mountain village.
She always wanted to ask about the origin, but she couldn't remember it every time she saw Qingshan.
…
She must stay at home to train wild pigeons. She had another good day of training today.
Qingshan left some steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables. She thought they were stir-fried in the morning and didn't eat them. She cut a mountain fruit with great effort and ate them.
Until the sunset, she felt that after these few days of training, the wild pigeon could remember the pictures she drew and could carry out the task.
She rolled the letter she had written long ago into a small roll and tied it to the pigeon's leg. The weather was cloudless, so the wild pigeon must have been able to fly to the palace in a few days to report the letter.
She pointed at the drawing, "It's up to you! You must find this palace and give the letter to the people in the palace!"
As long as they entered the palace, any palace maid or eunuch who picked up the letter would hand it over. She clearly wrote on the signature line that this was a letter of help from Princess Linglong.
…
The pigeon flew, flying towards the sky, flying high and far.
She raised her face, opened her arms, and faced the fiery sunset. Great, she was saved.
…
It was getting dark, and Qingshan and others came back carrying a wild boar.
It had to weigh three hundred kilograms. Four people took the pig to the house of Butcher Sun, who was the son of the matchmaker Sun Granny. The two of them were busy working in the yard.
Butcher Sun took a look and saw that this big guy was enough to divide the entire village. He promised to dismantle the pig into small pieces, and the meat would be distributed tomorrow, and the whole village would come with various items to exchange.
Several hunters can make requests. Some want food, some want cloth, and some want manpower.
Qingshan thought for a while, left a large piece of pork belly and a large piece of hindquarter meat, and took them back to eat slowly. Everything else was replaced with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, rouge and gouache.
Several people laughed at him for being stupid, but he crossed his arms and looked serious, "What do you know! Get out of here, why are you asking?"
…
He returned home carrying two pieces of meat.
I saw Linglong cutting clothes in the house. Judging from the shape, she should be making a bellyband.
He said hello and shook the meat in his hand, "I'm going to cook."
Linglong nodded.
This piece of white cloth was enough to make a few bellybands and a few pairs of pants.
But she thought that she was leaving soon. Even if his father, the emperor, and his mother rewarded him with gold and silver in the future, it would not be from her. She would do something for him with her own hands.
But even if all the fabric was used, it wouldn't be enough for him to wear one piece of clothing and trousers.
She suddenly thought that this material was for her to make underwear anyway, and also for him to wear underneath.
For inner wear, this material should be enough. It's white, it doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman, it can be worn by men.
With this thought in mind, she first drew a corner and cut out belly panties for herself.
Other fabrics made Aoyama a pair of pants. His pants are not too small. It's as big as a table...
She blushed with embarrassment and sewed stitch by stitch. Afraid that Qingshan would see him, he kept secret.
I was thinking, pure white is not happy, should I embroider something, should it be embroidered flowers or animals?
After much deliberation, I felt that embroidery was a bit girly, and I couldn't decide which one to embroider with animals, so I simply embroidered the word "青山".
Green water and green mountains are embroidered with the word "青山" in green.
She planned to embroider a few small flowers on her bellyband.
Qingshan had to ask Qingshan to replace the needle and thread support used for embroidery.
…
The pork belly and cabbage stewed for dinner had a rich aroma.
Linglong didn't want to eat the fat on the pork belly, so he tore off the fat and threw it into his bowl so that Linglong could only eat the lean meat.
Aoyama ate a big bowl of broth mixed with rice.
"Let's eat leek dumplings another day. It's too late today."
Linglong didn’t want to eat leek stuffing at all.
…
"This is not porridge, this is rice! Can you eat so much?"
Qingshan chuckled, "It's smooth, that's what I need."
Normally I only eat until I’m eighty percent full. Hunters have to be alert and fast at all times, so it’s not enough to be too full.
Today I will make an exception. I will go to bed after eating and I will not go into the mountains. Let me eat until I am full. "
Linglong was shocked, "You eat so much every day, and you are eighty percent full? Doesn't it mean that if you are very full, you have to eat three pots of porridge?"
Qingshan said happily, "Don't worry about food, I can eat and make money."
Of course Linglong is not feeling sorry for the food, she is just shocked that there are people in the world who eat so much.
"You can eat more, but I'm afraid you'll burst."
"You know you're worried about me?"
"You eat so much, who wouldn't be scared to see you?"
"Hahahaha, don't worry."
…
"Half of the pork we brought is still in the hands of Butcher Sun. The villagers will bring him things to exchange for. I want pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and rouge and gouache. I saw that the rouge I got in exchange last time was just a little bit. This Go back and change more."
Linglong nodded and accepted his kindness.
Qingshan said, "You can still get a lot of pen and paper back, so it's time to start teaching me."
