Moving into the wooden house made everyone's mood lighter.

Of course, Zhao Ganyu didn't need to say that. When he was in the broken house, he and Wu Zihao took turns to stay at night. They often slept on the ground at the door, simply laying on leaves and animal skins, covering two quilts and then slept casually.

Now there is a room in the wooden house with wooden beds built and the bedding made from the Viewpoint, the comfort of living is simply touching.

It was not only Zhao Ganyu who was moved. Wu Zihao looked at the wooden house every day and looked at his own children. Although he studied architectural design, he had never participated in the design of his works. This wooden house can be said to be his number one work. Wu Zihao wished he would update and beautify it every day. If Zhao Ganyu hadn't stopped him, he might have set up a gallery nearby to cultivate his sentiment.

A separate room is also a good thing for several girls, at least it has a tight door. You can sleep more at night. However, Li Moxian has a more special liking for the kitchen, Su Yueya prefers to stay in the storage room, and Mi Xueling often follows Zhao Ganyu, and Lin Baihua is a unique person.

On the top of the second floor of the wooden house, Wu Zihao also left a viewing platform to climb high and look far. This viewing platform was not originally planned, but was suddenly remembered when Zhao Ganyu was climbing a mountain one day. If there was a viewing platform in the wooden house, they could see the sea more timely, and the viewing platform could also reduce the energy consumption when patrolling at night.

But this viewing platform is next to the birdhouse of something. When you climb it, you will often be beaten by something. Maybe you have to kindly reward a bloody mouse.

The weather has not been good in recent days. The sudden rainfall and the strong winds at night. Every day when it gets dark, everyone just wants to squat in the house. However, the lighting depends entirely on torches, and there is not much dry firewood.

"If this continues, the seedlings in the fields will not survive." Li Moxian sighed with his head, staring at the stove without focusing his eyes.

The stove in the living room is the only light source for everyone every night. Wu Zihao is using this light source to maintain his guitar. The island is humid and the guitar is in very unsatisfactory. Wu Zihao also looks sad now.

"The waves are big, and it is not suitable for going into the sea these days." Although Lin Baihua did not sigh or had any emotional fluctuations, she was also depressed when she said something, "It is not that easy to eat from the sea."

Not to mention Su Yueya, whose emotions were written on her face, even the ring on her hand couldn't make her happy for a while.

"Oh. Stop talking, I feel bored even if I say it." Su Yueya sighed, "I'll go to the viewing platform to take a look."

"It's windy outside, please add a coat." Mi Xueling thoughtfully added a coat to Su Yueya.

It is called a coat, but it is just a raincoat on a fishing boat. However, in this current situation, a raincoat can protect against wind and rain, which is very precious.

Zhao Ganyu watched Su Yueya walk out of the room and adjust the firepower in the stove: "We are nothing to do now. Anyway, it is not suitable for activities outside. Let's analyze and analyze the future plans. I think our vegetable fields can be enriched. However, the area is too large, and Li Moxian can't control it alone, so he has to allocate the labor force. Oh, by the way, how about cotton?"

Michelle pointed upstairs: "It's all piled up in the warehouse. I just picked the leaves and bugs in the cotton these two days, and I haven't waited for a good day to dry."

Speaking of this, Wu Zihao suddenly felt spirited: "I said, no one of you can learn and invent textile technology like Huang Daopo."

"Huang Daopo is a person who spreads textile technology." Lin Baihua replied calmly, "The contents of the basic education stage must be tested."

Wu Zihao didn't expect that he would have been criticized by Lin Baihua for one day, so he quickly tried to save the city: "One meaning, it's better to spread, you don't need to invent it. How could such a long tradition of textiles be lost?"

"You say less." Zhao Ganyu was glad that Su Yueya would not be here, otherwise it would have exploded long ago. "We have only seen others playing cotton at most. Take your time. Try twice more. We have to study how to grow cotton."

"Ah? Isn't it enough to bloom on its own?" Wu Zihao muttered, "How come this is more troublesome than building a house."

"Don't think your mission is over." Michelle Mi smiled and reminded him, "We have just built the house to the beginning, and there are still many projects waiting for Designer Wu in the future."

Wu Zihao was happy and waved the flute at his hand: "It's okay anyway, let's play a song for you, and allow the song to be ordered."

Lin Baihua was not interested in this, so she turned around and ran to chop firewood. Zhao Ganyu couldn't appreciate these traditional music, leaving only Li Moxian and Mi Xueling who didn't have time to run away, and was caught by Wu Zihao as an audience.

The sound of the flute was desolate. Although Wu Zihao exuded the artistic conception, it did not have any positive effect. As he listened, Li Moxian began to wipe away tears.

"The old man next door to my house likes to play the flute the most. Sometimes he thinks he is noisy, but now he realizes that he is lonely alone." Li Moxian leaned against Mi Xueling, with moist eyes, "I want to go home a little."

Mi Xueling is also very homesick. It’s okay if no one mentions it. Now Li Moxian mentions it, and she can’t suppress her thoughts and feel sad: “I think too. You said you wanted to leave your roommates and go out to live. Now you really don’t have time with them anymore. I miss you very much. Even in the most boring class, I want to go back to do my homework. The days used to be very good.”

Their conversation made Wu Zihao miss his previous studies. Although he dreamed of music, college life was not a bad memory for him.

The worse the mood, the more the sound of Xiao was blown out. Wu Zihao's fingers were already a little inaccurate, and even his eyes became blurred.

"Stop blowing!"

Just as the three of them started to wipe their tears, Su Yueya suddenly pushed the door open and panted. Seeing her breathing as she seemed to be jogging down from the gazebo.

"We're bragging about us. If you're sad, don't listen. Why are you so fierce?" Wu Zihao was missing to go to the concert with his brother team. Su Yueya roared and scared away all the feelings she had just found. She couldn't help but complain a few times.

"Extinguish the fire quickly." Su Yueya said, then lifted the bucket next to her and poured it all on the stove.

"Hey!" The three of them were all frightened by her inexplicable behavior. After all, with Lin Baihua's experience of being possessed, everyone thought that Su Yueya had gotten dirty.

"What's wrong?" Michelle Ling asked boldly, "What happened, are you talking?"

Su Yueya ignored her and looked around and found that there were no Zhao Ganyu and Lin Baihua. She hurriedly asked: "Where are the two of them? Come back quickly!" After that, she was about to grab the door and go out to find someone.
Chapter completed!