Kicking in the Cow Dung

When Bai Xiao and Yang Dingchu woke up, the courtyard was filled with bamboo joints.

"What are you doing?"

Jinlian said: "Aren't we going to build a kitchen? The bamboo has already been prepared for you. "

The husband and wife pair looked at each other. Yang Dingchu set to work while Bai Xiao acted as her assistant.

The two of them were not busy for long, so they built a simple Bamboo House room. It was about time, and they could build the stove when they come again.

Other than the space behind him, the sky was already gray and bright. The morning mist was very thick, and the visibility was less than five meters.

There was no air pollution in ancient times, and the fog in winter was water fog, not modern haze.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Yang was washing the pots and preparing to cook breakfast.

"Mom, let me do it."

"It's fine. There's frost on it. Freeze it, go behind the stove and start a fire."