Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 101 Cyber ​​Sacrifice

In the following time, after completing the study tasks every day, Zhang Yang would call this person alone and ask him to work overtime and study.

In the tense work, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

There are also the last ten spider robots, which are widely used and the most in demand.

Zhang Yang and Mo Yu were sitting at the door very disrespectfully, with a bowl of noodles in each of them, Zhang Yang was from the north, and he had two extra cloves of garlic in his hand.

While eating, while exhaling, the garlic smell went straight to the sky.

Holding his face and moving his butt to the side, Mo Yu asked curiously, "Why do you all like to eat garlic?"

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Zhang Yang breathed out at Mo Yu, maybe because he felt that the taste was not strong enough, he peeled two more cloves of garlic and threw it into his mouth, click, click, the two cloves of garlic disappeared, and the taste intensified again.

"Put some in when cooking! Seasoning." While speaking, Mo Yu moved away from this guy again while holding the noodles.

"In about half an hour, the last ten spider robots will be ready. Is your truck ready?"

"Ready! By the way, when the goods are loaded later, you will start the live broadcast."

Um?Mo Yu, who was eating noodles, stopped his hands, slowly raised his head, and looked up and down Zhang Yang in front of him. He has been here for the past ten days, and every time he enters and exits, Xiao Liang checks, and it is impossible to change people.

"Does it feel strange?"

Mo Yu nodded.

This is not consistent with the usual cognition.

From the hands of those keyboard warriors on the Internet, it is a consistent habit in China to hide as much as you can, and hide as much as you can. If you can't hide it, you will send a special photographer.

An aircraft carrier was photographed as a fishing boat, and a destroyer as a toy. Speaking of which, I was deceived before, and I really thought that domestic ships were as big as a palm.

Until one time in the port encounter.

I didn't realize how big that thing was!
outrageous.

So, why broadcast live?

"It's nothing, I just want to test their reaction and see if those people will jump in a hurry."

"Okay, then I'll start the live broadcast."

Picking up the empty bowl, Mo Yu turned and went back to the kitchen. His younger sister Mo Wen was still struggling with which chicken to suffer from heatstroke, so Mo Yu forcibly dragged her out of the room.

"Why go?"

"The live broadcast is on."

Pushing his sister out of the kitchen, Mo Yu turned and walked towards the chicken coop behind the kitchen.

The small chicken coop was filled with the chickens that Mo Chengcai had sent over during this period, all of which were old chickens over two and a half years old and paid for.

During this period of time, there were a lot of people here, and the Homeland Defense Bureau paid for meals, so the food standard naturally improved a lot.

Of course, Mo Wen still failed to gain weight.

After stringing the chickens, Mo Yu carried them out of the backyard, along the fence, and around to the temporary warehouse of the Department of Homeland Defense.

The warehouse is temporarily renting the land of the brother's family. When renting the land, the brother behaved very righteously.

With the help of money ability, the construction team only took one day to level and harden this kind of thing.

Coupled with a few container board houses, it became a temporary office for the Homeland Defense Bureau.

All the equipment produced in Mo Yu's workshop is stacked here, waiting for the final shipment.

When Mo Yu appeared with this pile of chickens, Zhang Yang hurriedly leaned forward, with a smile on his face, his hands were already reaching out to the chickens.

"It's so embarrassing. I have to eat your food and live in your food when I come here. I'll ask someone to help me deal with it."

With a body back, Mo Yu dodged Zhang Yang's hand.

"what are you doing?"

"Aren't you going to kill a chicken?"

Gently tapping his chin towards the warehouse where the equipment was piled up, Mo Yu said calmly, "I'm consecrating it!"

Consecration?
Hearing these two words, a not-so-distant memory appeared in Zhang Yang's mind. Once upon a time, no, just a few days ago.

More than half a month ago!
He used the same method for the missiles at that time!

Thinking back on this, Zhang Yang was thinking, his superiors asked him to tell Mo Yu that he could broadcast live, and how would they feel when they saw this scene.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't change his mind.

Decided not to.

But when he turned around, he found that Mo Yu was huddling with a group of researchers, holding notebooks and rulers in their hands, discussing the size of the magic circle in a serious manner.

"I think we should draw a regular octagon, which is the Eight Diagrams of Taoism."

"Do you want to set up the altar?"

"Is it really okay for us to do this? It's live broadcast over there!"

"It's okay, we didn't start it. By the way, do you have such an opportunity in the research institute?"

"no!"

"Shall we draw... um... the hexagram?"

"You're an imported product! I think it's good to draw the Seven Star Big Dipper Formation!"

"If you want me to say, just draw a gossip diagram, the complete one!"

After he finished speaking, a person next to him stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, and said with a serious expression:

"There is not enough chicken blood here. There are only twelve chickens in total. One chicken is about [-] milliliters of blood, and twelve is [-] milliliters."

"Even if we make an extra estimate and raise it to [-] milliliters."

"But to draw a line with a length of one meter and a width of one centimeter with a brush, about [-] milliliters of chicken blood is needed."

"There are so many devices here, the area of ​​the magic circle is small, and it has no effect!"

After speaking, the researcher pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his right hand.

Very serious.

Then, a group of people began to discuss how wide the line should be drawn, and whether one centimeter was too wide.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang, a man from the Department of Homeland Defense, was in pain. He didn't know how to describe the weird scene in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, he still took out his mobile phone and turned to call the leader.

Soon, the leader's reply also came.

It doesn't matter, anyway, it is marked as farm tools, and it is normal to hold spring plowing festivals, but it must be clearly marked as regional folk customs.

Seeing the leader's reply, Zhang Yang twitched his cheeks, stepped in front of Mo Wen, reached out to take the phone, changed the live broadcast room, and added a line of text.

[Regional folk culture, please do not imitate at will. 】

After returning the mobile phone to Mo Wen, he also joined the discussion in a serious manner.

It's okay if he didn't change it, but once he changed it, everyone in the live broadcast room noticed.

——"Is this some kind of novel statement?"

——"Cyber ​​sacrifice, the collision of the desire of the ancient times and the modern industry."

——"Without a pig's head, I really don't approve of their sacrifice!"

——"Shocked, a certain man actually did such a thing to the most advanced technology. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? Please let us approach science and enter his inner world!"

——“Judging from their behavior, they may be imitating a traditional custom, that is, the cattle sacrifice before spring plowing.”

——"Is there still this custom?"

——"Different places have different forms of expression. In some places, ancestors and land gods are worshiped before spring plowing, while in other places, cattle are sacrificed."

——"According to the boss, these things of his are actually farm tools, so there is no problem with him offering sacrifices?"

——"Yes, but the problem is that livestock, poultry, flowers, fresh fruits, rice noodles, wine and tea are usually placed in the cattle sacrifice, instead of chicken blood."

(End of this chapter)