The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Map
 

The people in the small wooden house each had their roles.

The first to finish were Nian Shutong and Ha Ha, who had simply built a wooden house.

After finishing, they sprayed a waterproof layer, and Nian Shutong toasted it with fire, waiting for it to be usable after a night.

When everyone gradually completed their tasks, Wang Fu and his son continued to work on the road, and Fu Yunhe joined the bean-picking army.

Ha Ha couldn’t handle such delicate work, so he carried a hoe to drain the farmland to plant wheat earlier.

First, Nian Shutong checked the soaked wheat, planning to make more maltose this time, so she needed to make a large malting trough.

It was to be ten meters long and fifty centimeters wide, with a sealed bottom and a middle divider like a colander made of iron, facilitating sprouting.

This time, Nian Shutong bought the ready-made iron plates from Star Network, and for the perforated plates, she had to weave them herself.

After all the plates were prepared, she handed them all over to Rubble for assembly.

At this moment, Nian Shutong truly realized how terrifying the talents of the Mechanical Clan were—they could assemble any structure with just one look and even improve them.

After arranging the trough, Nian Shutong discovered another problem; she needed a room for the malting.

She stood in front of the stream, looking toward the small wooden house.

The small wooden house was at the center, with a stone path leading directly to the front door and connecting to the wooden bridge, over a hundred meters away.

Each side of the entrance extended another stone path; to the left was Wang Fu’s house, to the right was the kitchen.

About fifty meters diagonally behind Wang Fu’s house was Rubble’s workshop.

Diagonally behind the kitchen, about fifty meters away, was the smoking room.

Thus, the malting room would be situated between Rubble’s workshop and the smoking room, in a long, large shape to potentially be used for making tofu or storing sauce jars in the future.

Nian Shutong, never one to procrastinate, quickly set about her task.

She also wanted to purchase ready-made materials but, unfortunately, was out of money. Remembering Daodao’s participation in the poetry contest, she wondered if the results were out yet.

She desperately needed money.

Now, she hadn’t even developed a village. If she wanted to continue her developments in the future, money was essential.

However, Nian Shutong understood that all her current projects were in the non-producing stage; once production began, she would make a fortune.

She walked around to the back of the small house, about a hundred meters away, and began digging pits, setting the foundation, and constructing a stone house.

The things she had in abundance were stones and wood.

Fortunately, several robots followed her, carrying the stones so that she didn’t have to move, just build upward.

This time, she didn’t need guidance from Rubble; even if naive, she had been taught by Rubble.

As dusk deepened, Nian Shutong didn’t move but called out to Fu Yunhe.

“Xiao He, prepare the meal.”

“Okay.”

When the aroma of the food grew denser, Nian Shutong put down her work outside the kitchen, spoke to Zhang Hui, who was tending the fire, “Stew it a little longer.”

“Alright, got it.”

Nian Shutong walked from outside into the kitchen, took a small pot, and moved to the other side, where there were fuel containers bought by Fu Yunhe that didn’t need firewood to ignite.

She placed the pot on the burner, spread thinly sliced pork belly across the bottom, and began to fry the pork belly.

Before long, the fat started to render, filling the air with a unique aroma of meat that compelled everyone to glance over.

Ha Ha couldn’t resist and squatted opposite Nian Shutong, eyes fixed on the frying pan.

Ha Ha’s mouth watered—too fragrant!