In Hutou City, including some villages and towns outside Hutou City, almost every household has a cellar.
The State of Yan is located in the north of the Central Plains, and Beifeng County is also in the north of the State of Yan. Therefore, the winter here is relatively long, and nearly four to six months of vegetables, fruits and grains need to be stored in autumn, and the effect is The best and most cost-effective way is to cellar.
There is also a large cellar under the front house, because it not only needs to store the food needed by the hyena gang and the people, but also needs to store some gold and silver.
However, this cellar had been emptied a few days ago.
More than a dozen barbarian slaves are working here, busy, and there are many large pots and utensils inside.
Blind Bei walked in front holding a lantern, while Xue San dragged his three legs and followed slowly.
The two passed a series of downward steps and walked into the cellar.
On the wall on one side of the cellar, there are some letters written in chalk, left by A Ming.
2NaHCO+Ca(OH)====CaCO+2NaOH+2HO…………
“Heh, it looks pretty advanced.”
Xue San looked at the chemical equation above and smiled.
"It's just middle school chemistry." Blind Bei said calmly.
"Okay, if you don't learn chemistry well in the future, you won't dare to travel through time."
"Well, that's true." Blind Bei pointed around and said: " Recently, A Ming may be accompanying the Lord more as a blackboard. What he was originally responsible for will be left to you for the time being.
Soap can already be made, and the perfume distillation and extraction technology can also be used. It’s already formed. Keep an eye on these barbarian slaves.
It’s better to kill them by mistake than to let them go.”
“I understand.”
< p>Soap and perfume are related to the future development of the inn, so naturally there can be no mistakes. At present, because there are not enough manpower, we can only use these barbarian slaves received from the hyena gang to work."Okay, in two days, the first batch of goods should be enough. I will go to Tumancheng to find a big trading house to see if I can subcontract them directly."
“Isn’t it time to wait?”
“Let’s make quick money. After the first batch of goods is shipped out, we can start preparing to recruit and form cavalry. When the time comes, we may have to let people go. Let’s take another trip to the desert.”
“The criminal tribe that Fan Li mentioned?”
“Let’s take a look, I’m not sure yet.”
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this for you, there won't be any problems."
"I can rest assured that you can do the work. If you have any questions, please contact A Ming."
"Okay, I know. Okay, it’s not annoying for you to nag so much.”
“Actually, if the master can make rapid progress in cultivation, we won’t have to go to such trouble.”
“ A thousand a dayIt's too difficult, but you can still work hard if you fall a thousand miles. "
"Okay, you can handle that piece of paper yourself, I'll go up first. ”
“Yeah. ”
Looking at Blind Bei holding a lantern and walking up the steps and leaving the cellar,
Xue San silently sat down against the wall,
He knew ,
This is actually a kind of distribution, and it can also be regarded as a warning.
"Look at what you are doing, and work, or you will have nothing to eat!" "
Xue San pointed at these barbarian slaves and shouted.
Then,
his mouth puffed up and he breathed out,
Muttered:
"Hey, it looks like he wants to be the boss, haha, a 404 veteran. ”
“It’s better than a eunuch like you. "
Blind Bei's voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of Xue San's heart.
Xue San's face turned red and he immediately said:
"Mom, can you give me back? Give people a little bit of sex! "
"Sorry, I just forgot to turn it off, turn it off now, then..."
Xue San snorted and said:
"Smelly blind. ”
“Dead…………lame…………zi…………”
“…………” Xue San.
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On the edge of the soup pool, Zheng Fan was soaking in the pool. The obvious pain on his body had disappeared, but from time to time he always gave people a feeling of motion sickness, as if he had become a bottle filled with half a glass of water. It started to make a clanging sound when I moved it.
Put the towel on your face, imagining that you have passed away.
"Squeak..."
Siniang walked in with a fruit plate, bringing with it a burst of fragrance
Going to the soup pool, Siniang sat down, holding a washed grape in her hand and peeling it open. >
He reached out and gently lifted the corner of the towel on Zheng Fan's face. Zheng Fan also opened his mouth and took the grapes into his mouth.
"My lord, do you like grapes?" "
Zheng Fan responded with a sound in his throat.
"Unfortunately, these grapes are a bit big. The most delicious grapes in the world are smaller than this, and they still contain milk. Tasteful. "
"It's late at night, don't say inappropriate words for children. "
"I hate it, my lord, I'm talking about milk-flavored grapes, which are similar to milk-flavored fruit corn. "
"Okay, I am not pure anymore. ”
“My lord, are you tired?” "
"Well..."
"Did we put too much pressure on you? ”
“No, I feel like I have a fever because of the evil spirit today, I don’t feel very comfortable. "
"Can I give you a massage? ”
“No, I’ll just take a dip and go to bed. I have to go to class tomorrow. There’s no need for a massage tonight, and I won’t get beaten anyway.” ”
I didn’t get beaten.But got penetrated.
"Okay, my lord, please take a rest early, and the servants will retreat first."
Sixiang stood up slowly, walked out of the door, turned around and closed the door.
At the moment when the door was closed,
Siniang’s face showed a little sadness.
Although the Lord is an ordinary person and has lived to adulthood as an ordinary person, he and others are, after all, comic characters created by the Lord.
A creator who can immerse himself in horror-themed comics and never let go until his death must be lonely and sensitive in his heart.
The blind man did not tell the Lord the truth, but because he and others were eager to improve their strength, it seemed that they really oppressed the Lord a little too hard.
Six Niang bit her upper lip. She wanted to go in and explain all these things to the Lord Admiral, but after hesitating, she still did not open the door again.
All the melancholy turned into a sigh, Siniang turned around, and her figure disappeared into the night.
…………
Actually, Zheng Fan really doesn’t have much hypocrisy in his heart.
Because from the beginning, his positioning of himself was very accurate.
For example, although these six subordinates seem to be vying to please themselves every day, it is like the principal organizing a "military parade" before the end of the student military training just to have fun.
The students collectively shouted hello to the principal, and the principal waved his hand to thank the students for their hard work.
Actually, who takes whom seriously?
If Zheng Fan really placed himself in the supreme position of "Lord", he would have asked Si Niang to sleep with him long ago.
After all, if you play around with the massage during the night, once or twice now and then, this is the mood;
Doing this every night is torture.
As for them forcing themselves, Zheng Fan felt it, but he didn't feel much resentment. He felt that it was worth suffering a little hardship and suffering as long as he could improve his strength.
It is strange that a leader who can only stand behind and watch his subordinates rush to kill him while standing next to him and shouting "666" has the confidence to be truly respected.
Just like young people shouting to their parents to be independent and free, when you don’t need to rely on your parents to support you and can even support your parents in reverse, you will naturally be free.
That’s right,
a little melancholy.
It seems that in the days when I first woke up in the inn, everyone got along with each other with a kind of kinship as if they were the same people who had fallen from the world. But now, the feeling that I had at the beginning seems to be real. It's slowly fading.
But you have to walk your own path. Since you choose to take this path, being pretentious is really a burden.
"Ahhhhh..."
Zheng Fan "shouted" in a low voice.
Then,
he looked at the stone floating in front of him.
Every day, when I take a bath, I willPut it into the pool with you and put a towel on it.
"Bang!"
Zheng Fan kicked the stone to the other end of the pond.
Not long after, the stone slowly floated back in a towel.
"It's all you, why don't you come out?"
Zheng Fan is really tired.
"Magic Pill" was the studio's best-performing work at the time. It was his own effort. In this world, Magic Pill is his direct descendant!
But this direct descendant does not know what happened. After sealing himself into the stone, he could not leave the house or take a step forward.
If the magic pill is there, even if it doesn't lick you, even if it is cold to you,
but when you face blind Liang Cheng and his gang,
In my heart,
it will undoubtedly increase my confidence!
He reached out, picked up the stone, and placed it in front of him.
In the past, I often heard colleagues say that my works were like my sons. At that time, I thought their metaphor was too pretentious.
Even if it is your own son, you will often want to put him back in when he cries and disobeys, especially when you watch him doing homework.
But in this world, in this environment,
with others,
the blind man’s shrewdness, Xue San’s running around, Liang Cheng’s coldness, Si Mother's gentleness, Fan Li's stupidity, A Ming's arrogance,
their images,
passed through Zheng Fan's mind one by one.
In the end,
actually I still felt that there was a layer of separation.
"Oh, my son..."
Zheng Fan felt that his eyes were a little astringent, and said with emotion:
"Dad misses you."
This voice is still a little suppressed.
Even in his own courtyard, Zheng Fan did not dare to shout loudly to vent his emotions.
Shaked his head,
thrown the stone into the soup pool again.
Zheng Fan climbed out of the soup pool, picked up a dry towel nearby and wiped his body briefly, and then went to the bed behind to rest.
After Zheng Fan left,
in the soup pool,
only a single stone was left floating there,
Zheng What Fan didn't see was that not long after he left,
the water in the soup pool began to slowly turn black.
The originally warm pool water began to cool down rapidly, and even some ice crystals condensed.
If Si Niang or Xue San were in the room at this time,
they would definitely exclaim:
It’s so strong...
Murderous!