Devil’s Advent

Chapter 45

In Hutou City, including some villages and towns outside Hutou City, almost every household has a cellar.

Yan State is originally located in the north of the Central Plains, and Beifeng County is also in the north of Yan State. Therefore, the winter here is relatively long, and it needs to store vegetables, fruits and grains for nearly four to six months in autumn, and the effect is the best and the most cost-effective The way is to store it in a cellar.

Under the front house, there is also a large cellar, because it not only needs to store the food needed by the Hyena Gang and people, but also needs to store some gold and silver goods.

However, the cellar had been emptied a few days ago.

More than a dozen barbarian slaves are working here, and there are many cauldrons and utensils inside.

The blind man Bei walked ahead with a lantern, and Xue San dragged his three legs and followed slowly.

The two passed a series of downward steps and walked into the cellar.

On one side of the cellar wall, some letters were written in chalk, which were left by A Ming.

2NaHCO+ Ca(OH)==== CaCO+ 2NaOH +2 HO………

"Oh, it looks quite advanced."

Xue San looked at the above chemical equation 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 time travel."

"Well, that's the truth." Blind Bei pointed his fingers around and said, "Recently, A Ming may accompany the Lord more often as a blackboard. He was originally in charge here, and I will leave it to you for the time being." Responsible.

Soap can already be made, and the distillation and extraction technology of perfume has also been formed. These barbarian slaves, please keep an eye on them.

It is better to kill by mistake than to let one go. "

"Yes, I understand."

Soap and perfume are related to the future development of the inn, and naturally there can be no mistakes. Right now, because there is not enough manpower, they can only use these barbarian slaves received from the Hyena Gang to work.

"Okay, in two days, the first batch of goods should be sufficient. I will go to Tuman City to find a big trading house and see if I can subcontract them directly."

"Isn't it a steady stream?"

"It's better to make quick money. After the first batch of goods are sent out, you can start preparing to recruit and form cavalry. At that time, you may have to send someone to the desert for another trip."

"The prisoner tribe that Fan Li mentioned?"

"Let's watch it first, it's not completely sure yet."

"Okay, here I will help you look after it, there will be no problem."

"I don't worry about your business. If you have any questions, ask A Ming."

"Okay, I see, you don't get bored by nagging so much."

"Actually, if the lord can make great progress in cultivation, we don't have to worry about it."

"Thousands of miles in a day are too difficult, but you can work hard in a thousand miles."

"Okay, that piece of paper, you dispose of it yourself, I'll go up first."

"Um."

Watching the blind man Bei carry a lantern up the steps and leave the cellar,

Xue San silently sat down against the wall,

he knows

This is actually equivalent to a distribution, and it can also be regarded as a warning.

"What to look at, work, or there will be no food!"

Xue San pointed at these barbarian slaves and shouted.

Immediately afterwards,

He puffed out his mouth and let out a breath,

muttered:

"Hey, it looks like he wants to be the boss, hehe, 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 blushed, and immediately said:

"Mom, don't you give me a little privacy!"

"Sorry, I forgot to turn it off just now, turn it off now, and then..."

Xue San snorted and said:

"Blind man."

"Dead... lame... son..."

"..." Xue San.

…

On the edge of the Tangchi, Zheng Fan soaked in the pool, the obvious pain on his body has disappeared, but from time to time, he always gives people a feeling of motion sickness, as if he has become a bottle half filled with water, and the inside starts to rattle when he moves a little. Bang clang clang.

Covering his face with a towel, he imagined that he had died.

"Squeak..."

Siniang came in with a fruit plate, bringing a burst of aroma.

Walking to the side of the soup pond, Si Niang sat down, holding a washed grape in her hand, and peeled it off.

Reaching out and gently lifting the corner of the towel on Zheng Fan's face, Zheng Fan also opened his mouth and put the grapes in his mouth.

"Master, do you like to eat grapes?"

Zheng Fan made a sound in his throat.

"Unfortunately, this grape is a bit bigger."

"What I'm talking about is milk-flavored grapes, which are similar to milk-flavored fruit corn."

"Okay, I'm not pure anymore."

"Master, are you tired?"

"Um……"

"Is it because we put too much pressure on you?"

"No, it's not very comfortable to be made like a fever by the evil spirit today."

"Then I will give you a massage?"

"No need, I'll go to bed after soaking for a while. I have to go to class tomorrow. Tonight, I don't need a massage. I didn't get beaten anyway."

"Okay, then master, you should rest early, and the servants will retreat first."

Siniang got up slowly, walked out the door, turned around and closed the door.

At the moment of closing the door,

Siniang's face showed a little sadness.

Although the Lord is an ordinary person and has lived to adulthood as an ordinary person, after all, he and others are comic characters created by the Lord.

A creator who can immerse himself in horror comics until he dies must be lonely and sensitive in his heart.

The blind man didn't tell the Lord the truth, but because he and others were eager to improve their strength, it seemed that they really oppressed the Lord too much.

Si Niang bit her upper lip, she really wanted to go in and explain these things to the Lord, but after some hesitation, she still didn't open the door.

All the melancholy turned into a soft sigh, Si Niang turned around, and her figure disappeared into the night.

…………

In fact, Zheng Fan really didn't have much hypocrisy in his heart.

Because from the very 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 as if the principal organizes a "military parade" before the end of the military training of the students to enjoy themselves.

The students collectively shouted hello to the principal, and the principal waved his hand again and shouted that the students had worked hard.

In fact, who takes whom seriously in your heart?

If Zheng Fan really put himself in the supreme position of "Master", he would have let Si Niang go to bed long ago.

As for their persecution, Zheng Fan felt it, but he didn't have much resentment. It was worth it to suffer a little bit and suffer a little bit, as long as he could improve his own strength.

A boss who can only stand behind and watch his subordinates charge and kill himself while standing next to him and shouting "666", it is strange to be able to have confidence and be truly respected.

Just like young people shouting to their parents to be independent and to be free, when you don’t need to rely on your parents for financial support or even support your parents in reverse, you will naturally be free.

that is,

There is a little melancholy.

It seems that during the few days when I just woke up in the inn, everyone got along with a kind of family affection as a fallen person in the end of the world, but right now, the original feeling seems to be slowly fading away.

But the road is taken by oneself. Since I choose to take this road, it is really a burden to be hypocritical.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Zheng Fan "screamed" in a low voice.

Then,

His eyes turned to the stone floating in front of him again.

Every day, when I take a bath by myself, I take it into the pool with me and put a towel on it.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Fan kicked the stone to the other side of the pond.

Not long after, the stone floated back slowly wrapped in a towel.

"It's all you, why don't you come out?"

Zheng Fan was really tired.

"Magic Pill" was the best work in the studio at the time, and it was his own painstaking effort. In this world, Magic Pill is his direct descendant!

But this direct descendant doesn't know what's going on. After sealing himself into the stone, he doesn't leave the door.

If the magic pill is there, even if it doesn't lick me, even if it treats me coldly,

But when I faced the blind Liang Cheng and his group,

heart,

It will undoubtedly increase a lot of 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 are like my sons, and I thought their metaphor was too hypocritical.

Even if it is your own son, if he cries and is disobedient, especially when you stare at him doing his homework, you will often have the idea of putting him back in again.

But in this world, in this environment,

and others,

Blind man's shrewdness, Xue San's running the train, Liang Cheng's coldness, Si Niang's gentleness, Fan Li's foolishness, Ah Ming's arrogance,

their image,

They went through Zheng Fan's mind one by one.

in the end,

In fact, it still feels separated.

"Oh, son smash..."

Zheng Fan felt that his eye sockets were a bit astringent, and said with emotion:

"Daddy misses you."

The voice was still a little suppressed.

Even in his own courtyard, Zheng Fan didn't dare to yell loudly to vent his emotions.