After being stranded on a deserted island, they all plotted against me

"Oh……"

Su Yan responded dazedly. It was just a casual question.

She placed her little hands, which had nowhere to put, on Zhou Fang's chest, and then fell asleep again.

Seeing this scene, Song Shuyao, who originally felt a little guilty, first breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she also walked out of Bamboo House No. 1.

When Song Shuyao quietly opened the door, ready to take a look at Zhang Liu and go back to sleep immediately.

She exchanged glances with Zhang Liu, who was sitting on the bed and looking towards the door.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Shuyao whispered, "Zhang Liu...you...you're still awake..."

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Zhang Liu, who was drawing a septic tank diagram on his notebook, prepared to completely solve the excrement problem, also asked.

"Nothing... I was just upset and couldn't sleep. I wanted to find someone to talk to but everyone was asleep." Song Shuyao cleverly expressed her condition in another way.

Then she lowered her head and walked around the two racks of sausages hanging at the door, and then walked to Zhang Liu's bed.

"Zhang Liu, what are you doing if you're not sleeping?" As she spoke, Song Shuyao naturally looked at the blueprint in Zhang Liu's hand, and then said, "Can't you sleep either?"

"No... sitting quietly like this can be considered as a rest." Zhang Liu smiled and then answered.

Just then, the sound of raindrops falling suddenly came above their heads.

“Da…da…”

The rain was falling gently, but it was much smaller than yesterday's heavy rain.

But this rain came with a wind coming from the east.

Accompanied by air flow.

Suddenly, the entire bamboo house was filled with a fresh scent of rain.

At the same time, this wind made the bamboo house, which was already a bit cool, even colder.

"I feel a little cold..."

Song Shuyao said this in a low voice, and then she sat next to Zhang Liu.

He lowered his head and turned his face away without saying a word.

Song Shuyao just sat there silently.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Liu was very sensitive to the situation of the girl in front of him.

The other party seemed to be silent, yet wanted to speak.

"Didn't I just say that I was upset and couldn't sleep, and I couldn't find anyone to talk to." Song Shuyao withdrew her eyes from the half-finished blueprint in Zhang Liu's hand, and then she asked, "How long will it take to build this thing?"

"It will take a long time. At least until the rabbit hive is built."

Since Song Shuyao wasn't going to say what was bothering her, Zhang Liu wasn't going to ask any further.

After all, his relationship with the girl next to him is not that good.

If it weren't for this accident.

I'm afraid that I will never have any contact with the other person in this life, and we may even never speak to each other again.

After all, although the conflict was small, as a poor student, Zhang Liu would definitely avoid any more direct conflict with Miss Song Shuyao.

"A very long time...how long is that?" Song Shuyao adjusted her body while speaking.

After sitting next to Zhang Liu, she felt her tense nerves begin to relax, and her voice gradually became a little dazed.

"First, a batch of bricks must be fired, and secondly, cement and lime must be prepared in sufficient quantities." After listening to Song Shuyao's question, Zhang Liu also answered after careful consideration: "And the weather must be good enough, at least it should not rain on the day of construction."

"Cement?" Upon hearing these two words, Song Shuyao's eyes widened in surprise.

She had heard Zhang Liu talk about lime before, but she had never thought about cement. After all, it didn't sound like something that could be obtained from nature.

"Yes, but it's not the kind of cement that needs high temperature to make. I used to like watching documentaries, and there was a way to make cement with wood ash." Zhang Liu saw the surprise on the face of the girl next to him, so he also said: "I guess there is already a lot of fine wood ash in the charcoal kiln of Bamboo House No. 3. I will go and try it later in the evening."

"Is that so... I think you are really amazing."

Although I haven’t seen the “real cement” that Zhang Liu took out yet.

But at this moment, just watching the other party planning the house life step by step, Song Shuyao couldn't help but whispered: "It's much more capable than me."

"Hmm? Why do you think so?" After explaining, Zhang Liu continued to draw the blueprint. Hearing Song Shuyao's words, he casually said, "It's just making cement. You can't think I'm great just because of this. You can also belly dance. I can't learn it with my belly."

"Puchi..." Upon hearing this, Song Shuyao, who was originally a little depressed, was immediately amused by Zhang Liu.

Before she knew it, she was already lying on the bed.

Lying beside Zhang Liu, Song Shuyao asked as she got her hair out of her elbows, "Do you know why I want to learn belly dancing?"

"Well, it's probably just an interest. As a young lady from a wealthy family, you can do whatever you want." Zhang Liu answered casually while he had already drawn the blueprint of the septic tank.

He turned his head to look at Song Shuyao, who had been lying next to him without him noticing when.

Zhang Liu had a look of surprise on his face: "Why are you lying here?"

"Why can't I, a young lady from a wealthy family, lie down next to you?" Propping herself up with her elbows and looking at the other person, Song Shuyao directly applied the complaint that Zhang Liu had just made.

But as their eyes exchanged, her expression became more and more embarrassed.

In the end, Song Shuyao lay down again silently.

"I'm really upset..." Turning sideways and deliberately facing Zhang Liu with her back, Song Shuyao said, "Really..."

"Are you missing home?" Zhang Liu had never thought about how Song Shuyao would feel towards him.

So he also tried to make the most likely guess.

In Zhang Liu’s thoughts at this moment.

The other party is most likely like Lan Yueting last time, and has suffered an emotional breakdown.

It just hasn't rained, so it hasn't erupted yet.

"A little bit." Originally, Song Shuyao didn't miss home too much, but after Zhang Liu spoke like this, she really felt that way.

Thinking back to her parents' strict demands on her, Song Shuyao felt a little disappointed for a moment.

If she could go back on her own time, she would never despise her parents' demands on her again and would be more sensible and obedient.

"Zhang Liu, can we still go home?"

Accompanied by Song Shuyao's low question.

Zhang Liu answered in a firm tone: "We can definitely survive!"

Seeing the girl turning around because of his answer, he thought she was on the verge of a mental breakdown and comforted her: "You have to work hard to survive first, and then you can talk about going home, Song Shuyao, you have to have a positive and optimistic attitude!"

PS·This is a septic tank diagram for excrement disposal

(Not manufactured for the time being, because the front-end technologies "Quicklime", "Plant Cement", "Ceramic Pipes" and "Wall Building Technology" are not lit.)

Chapter 189: Anya is ready to defend her dignity as a man

"Have you always been so optimistic?" Song Shuyao said, raising her head and looking at Zhang Liu.

"There's not much difference between being optimistic and being pessimistic, right?" Zhang Liu smiled and said after hearing what Song Shuyao said, "They're both just a life attitude. If you ask me, I prefer the life attitude of playing it down."

"You're still a bad student." Looking up at the boy in front of her whom she secretly admired, Song Shuyao said in a Nuoyu tone, "You've been a good student since you were a kid, okay? Zhang Liu, the student who always gets first place in the exams!"

Although this aristocratic girls' school does not have any exam ranking system, exams will still be conducted.

However, Zhang Liu would always end up being the first in the school to end the secret ranking among students.

"After all, I was specially recruited to improve my grades. If my grades are not good, I will be expelled and that's it." Zhang Liu just smiled at Song Shuyao's teasing.

Then he said, "If I get fired, without Anya's financial support, my two sisters and I will be left with nothing."

Looking at Zhang Liu, Song Shuyao opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

She just wanted to blurt out "Come to my house if you get fired"

But thinking of the ridicule she had received in the past, Song Shuyao didn't dare to speak.

At the same time, she felt even more shameless.

Song Shuyao had spoken about Zhang Liu before. On the one hand, it was because of her family’s overly idealistic education that “poverty and humbleness cannot change one’s status”, and on the other hand, she was always inferior to him in every exam.

I feel a little jealous...

I didn't notice anything unusual about my classmates.

After chatting with the other party for a while.

Zhang Liu took out his notebook and began to draw the future structure of the house.

Now that we have made preparations, let's leave some people here.

Then the bamboo house could no longer meet his requirements.

In Zhang Liu's opinion, a stone house built with stone bricks is the only place that can provide long-term shelter.

He doesn't want girls to have troubles with rainwater or excrement problems when he goes out to sea in the future.

"Uh huh huh..."

Just as Zhang Liu was concentrating on writing the strategy for building a house for long-term residence on a piece of paper.

Song Shuyao, who was lying next to him, suddenly hummed.

He held his cheeks with his hands and looked at the other person, while his whole body was lying on the bed. His two slender hind legs in white stockings were slightly raised and kept kicking the bed.

The sound coming from the nasal cavity has no rhythm or melody.

At this moment, she was just making some noises to celebrate because she was lying next to the ear of the boy whom she admired and liked so much.

The sound is very soft, but very pleasant to the ears, just like a song carefully composed by a master of music.

Because this is the sound a girl makes when she is truly happy.

Amid the sound of Zhang Liu's pen writing.

Song Shuyao, who was originally extremely upset, suddenly felt that she was no longer upset.

She slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep beside Zhang Liu.

And a soft, white little hand quietly grasped the corner of the other person's clothes.

"Zhang Liu..."

When Anya and others finished their nap and came to find Zhang Liu.

They only saw Song Shuyao sleeping on the bamboo bed and Zhang Liu's coat.

"Well?"

Hearing the sound, Song Shuyao sat up from the bed.

He looked at Anya and others standing at the entrance of the bamboo house awkwardly for a while.

Then, she was a little confused and subconsciously covered her legs in white stockings with the clothes that Zhang Liu had taken off.

No one spoke.

But even Zhou Fang's expression was a little subtle at this moment.

As for Anya, her eyebrows were raised and a dissatisfied expression appeared on her face.

She could allow Zhang Liu to find anyone, but definitely not the guy in front of her!

At the same time, Zhang Liu was busy making wood ash cement in bamboo house No. 3.

The charcoal kiln in Bamboo House No. 3 contained wood ash about a finger joint thick.

These are all left over from the large-scale charcoal burning during this period.

Half an hour ago, he, with his upper body naked, had already taken out the wood ash bit by bit.

If you use a clay jar for water, it will be almost half full.

However, Zhang Liu really didn't know the detailed procedures for making "indigenous cement" from wood ash.

He had only seen this sentence when he was practicing English and watching a documentary.