But now there is no time for everyone to slowly repair it. What can the Marquis do?

Wu Yong looked at Han Du doubtfully.

Han Du didn't explain too much to Wu Yong, and just asked people to mix the withered grass and mud, and paste it on the inside and outside of the house in a thick layer.

Mud has a good thermal insulation effect. The adobe houses in rural areas in the 1970s and 1980s can not be penetrated by the strong sunlight in summer, and the room can be kept cool; in winter, as long as there is a fire in the room and the door is not opened, the heat in the room will

It won't go away any time soon.

"How is it?" Han Du looked at the house in front of him with some satisfaction.

There is absolutely no ventilation in this house, and the thermal insulation effect is also first-class. The walls are covered with mud, and even if there are cracks somewhere, you can just put a little more mud on them to seal them tightly.

There is no need to worry about the ventilation problem of the house anymore.

The only bad thing about this house is that it is too ugly. Since the original wood is completely covered with soil, the beauty of the wooden building cannot be seen at all.

Moreover, the black mass of soil is also very ugly.

What’s more, there are no windows, so it’s pitch black as soon as you enter the house, which is extremely inconvenient.

But Wu Yong doesn't care whether it looks good or not. He doesn't care whether the room is dark or not.

I saw him walking into the house and looking carefully up and down, left and right, not seeing a single crack or feeling a ray of cold wind.

This house made him very satisfied.

After lighting a pile of firewood in the house, Wu Yong soon felt that the temperature in the house was rising rapidly, and it didn't take long for him to feel a wave of warmth.
Chapter completed!