Chapter 24: Chapter 24. From Now On, You Are The Cook Of The Shelter!

The newcomer named 'Mosquito' is really good at carpentry.

Bunny and Tomorrow used the steel bar as a ruler to mark the boards that hadn't been sawn out for a long time. He only held a saw, and made a bunch of them. Not only that, these wooden boards still have buckle edges, and they are easily put together to form a square hollow brick groove. After a while, many molds for making bricks came out.

"You guys can't handle the wood well, look...it's going to grow mushrooms soon." Mosquito wiped off his sweat, leaned the saw aside, looked at Tomorrow and Bunny and asked, "Is this enough? "

"Enough is enough! Thank you, brother, it was a great help!" Bunny patted Mosquito's shoulder with a happy expression on his face.

Mosquito looked shy and gave a dry laugh.

"You're welcome! Just tell me if you need anything."

Bunny chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay! I'll remember it, you'll definitely be welcome next time!"

Mosquito:"……"

Making mud bricks is much easier with molds.

Bunny and Tomorrow combined the yellow mud collected from the river with a little water, kneaded it into a viscous mud, poured it into a mold, placed it in a square shape on the ground, and then stuffed it into the gap in the middle. Put some charcoal on it, and put ash on the surface of the mud brick.

This is also the method Bunny learned from the wilderness survival video. When the first layer of bricks was almost dried, they changed their orientation and continued to stack the second layer, and they continued to stack them layer by layer until the brick stack was higher than the top of their heads.

When he was done, Bunny carefully ignited the carbon inside the brick pile, let the fire start to burn from the middle, and then gradually engulfed the entire brick pile.

"Can this thing work?"

Looking at the 'mud pile' with smoke, Tomorrow wiped the sweat from his forehead with his muddy arms, as if he had crawled out of a cesspit.

Bunny's image is not very good, and his face is more covered with carbon dust, as if he just crawled out of a coal mine.

"Ghost knows, we can only wait and see."

It is also the first time for him to burn this thing, and he only watched adults do it when he was a child, so he doesn't know if this method will work or not. All we can do is wait until tomorrow.

"Let's go, let it burn here first."

"Let's go to the cement kiln to have a look. I feel that we are very close to the finished product. This time, use more power to blow the wind, and try to get a bucket out before it goes off the assembly line!"

On the other hand, with the help of Mosquito, Gale and Walker finally completed the improvement of the N-generation fishing gear. They replaced the original cylindrical structure with a cage structure, and replaced the weak wooden bars with strong steel bars, and carried out secondary reinforcement on the main structure of the trap.

No matter what kind of fish, come in and don't even think about leaving!

The three went to the lake together, planning to try again.

It looks very happy.

As for Lucius, he was still thinking hard about the skill of bacon.

Although there is still not much progress...

"My dear manager, what are you doing...?"

Hearing the voice from the side, Lucius stood up in front of the bacon rack, patted the soot on his hands and looked aside, only to see Scrambled Eggs, looking curiously at the bacon he made shelf.

If I remember correctly, this guy seems to be a chef who graduated from Columbia University?

Thinking of this, Lucius's eyes suddenly lit up.

"I'm studying how to make bacon... You came just in time, and from now on, you'll be the cook at Shelter No.404!"

As he said that, Lucius didn't give the player a chance to speak at all, and continued to speak while looking at him seriously.

"The situation we are facing now is very serious. In addition to the construction of the facilities on the surface outpost, we have to reserve enough food for the 100 compatriots who will arrive on the surface before winter comes."

"I need your help!"

Scrambled Eggs looked dumbfounded.

Chef is ok...

In reality, he is a chef. Before going online, he cooked two dishes before handing over the spoon to his colleagues. Unexpectedly, he had to do his old job in the game. Is this the equivalent of a career-changing life player?

It took him a long time before he opened his mouth.

"But... what can I do for you?"

"Good question."

Lucius looked at the bacon rack beside him.

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"I tried smoked meat, but the effect was not satisfactory. I need you to solve the problem of food storage... I have read your information, and the organization said that you have relevant experience in handling food, right?"

Scrambled Eggs froze.

"I know a little bit about it, but games are games—I mean, I'm not sure my experience would work here either."

Thinking that this is a game world, Scrambled Eggs temporarily changed his words, but it seems that the NPC didn't care, probably because the program is set to automatically ignore reality-related elements that have nothing to do with the game.

"It's okay, I need professional advice," Lucius said, looking at the bacon rack beside him, "Help me find out what's wrong with the bacon rack I made."

Looking at the wooden shelf in front of him, Scrambled Eggs fell silent.

Not so much what went wrong...

It's better to say that there are problems everywhere.

"This... First of all, the bacon must be in a closed environment. I'm afraid it's useless to burn the outside with your roasting method. Also, are the spices sprinkled on the meat?"

"A special kind of tobacco leaf."

"Tobacco leaf?!"

"Well," looking at the Scrambled Eggs with a surprised face, Lucius nodded, "This is an inland area, and salt is very expensive. The local survivors use this kind of tobacco leaves rich in aromatic compounds and tar to replace table salt. Knead it and spread it on the surface of the food, and heat it to make the antiseptic substance mix with the fat on the surface of the food to achieve the antiseptic effect.”

Can it still be like this?!

Scrambled Eggs surprised everyone.

Some aromatic compounds can indeed be used as food preservatives, but this is the first time he has heard that this thing can be eaten. Maybe it wouldn't kill you if you didn't overdose? But his intuition told him that this kind of smoking technique is simply tantamount to fighting fire with fire...

"Actually, you can smoke meat even if you don't add salt...but the flavor is not very good. I don't understand the method you mentioned, but the food smoked in this way is not suitable from a health point of view."

The term Scrambled Eggs is more euphemistic, because I heard that the NPC has a setting of favorability, and the hidden mission can only be accepted when the favorability is high.

In reality, he just rolled his eyes.

"Is it okay without adding salt?!" Lucius was stunned.

"Well... microbes need moisture to survive, and smoking meat essentially dries the moisture in the meat to achieve a dehydration effect. If there is salt, the effect will be better, the storage time will be longer, and the flavor will be better. But if there is no, as long as It can be done properly.”

"Of course, if the fat content is high, dehydration will be more troublesome... It still depends on the specific meat."

Having said that, Scrambled Eggs paused, glanced at the bacon stand next to him with embarrassment, and whispered.

"But no matter what the situation is, you haven't sealed it...it must be not good."

It would be great news for the Outpost to be able to pickle food without consuming this weird tobacco leaf.

However, Lucius was still a little puzzled.

No matter how ignorant and ignorant the survivors on Beit Street are, since they have survived in this wasteland until now, they shouldn't be mistaken for this kind of survival skills, right?

What went wrong?

However, Lucius did not intend to think about such troublesome things for the time being.

Firstly, it was because he was not so free. Another one, let the NPC solve everything, so why do you need players?

"Very well, this glorious and arduous task is entrusted to you!"

He patted this little boy on the shoulder hard.

Lucius solemnly handed over the work of bacon to Scrambled Eggs, and asked about safety issues, and then left in a happy mood.

Good.

Another problem solved.

Speaking of which, the food problem is already on the horizon, should I try to recruit more players to improve productivity?

With just these few hands, it may not be possible to repair the fence of the nursing home until the end of the month.

Just when Lucius was thinking this way, there was an excited cheer not far away.

"Holy Shit, Yesss!!!"

"Damn it, it's finally done!"

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