The devil is coming

Chapter 45: My son is smashed
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 it is necessary to store nearly four to six months of vegetables, fruits and grains in autumn, which is the most effective and cost-effective. The method is to store it.
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 items.
However, this cellar had been emptied a few days ago.
More than a dozen barbarian slaves are working here, and there are many big pots and utensils inside.
Blind Bei walked in front holding a lantern, and Xue San followed slowly behind, dragging his three legs.
The two of them passed a series of downward steps and entered the cellar.
On the wall on one side of the cellar, there were some letters written in chalk, left by A Ming.
2NaHCO+ Ca(OH)==== CaCO+ 2NaOH +2 HO………
"Heh, it looks quite advanced."
Xue San looked at the chemical equation above and smiled.
"It's just middle school chemistry." Blind Bei said calmly.
"Okay. If I don't learn chemistry well in the future, I won't dare to travel through time."
"Well, that's indeed the truth." Blind Bei stretched out his hand and pointed around and said: "Recently, A Ming may accompany the Lord more as a blackboard. The place he was originally responsible for will be left to you for the time being. Responsible.
Soap can already be made, and perfume distillation and extraction technology has also been established. Keep an eye on these barbarian slaves.
It would be 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, 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 the water flowing slowly?"
"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 send people to the desert again."
"The criminal tribe that Fan Li mentioned?"
"Let's take a look first. We're not completely sure yet."
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this for you, there won't be any problems."
"I can rest assured that you are doing the work. If you have any questions, please contact A Ming."
"Okay, I get it, don't you mind nagging me so much."
"Actually, if Your Majesty can advance rapidly in cultivation, we won't have to go to such trouble."
"It's difficult to make a thousand miles in one day, but you can work hard to make a big leap."
"Okay, you can handle that piece of paper yourself, I'll go up first."
"Ah."
Watching Blind Bei walk up the steps and leave the cellar with a lantern,
Xue San silently sat down against the wall.
He knows,
This is actually equivalent to a dispensation and a warning.
"What are you looking at? Work, otherwise you won't have anything to eat!"
Xue San pointed at these barbarian slaves and shouted.
Then,
He puffed up his mouth and exhaled,
muttered:
"Hey, it looks like he wants to be the boss, haha, he's just 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 Sanlao blushed and said immediately:
"Mom, why don't you give me some privacy?"
"Sorry, I just forgot to turn it off. Turn it off now. Then..."
Xue San snorted and said:
"Smelly blind man."
"Dead... lame... son..."
"..." Xue San.
...
At the edge of the soup pool, Zheng Fan was soaking in the pool. The obvious pain in 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, and the inside started to squirm when he moved it slightly. Clanging.
Put the towel on your face, imagining that you have passed away.
"Squeak..."
Siniang walked in with a fruit plate, bringing with her a burst of fragrance.
Walking to the soup pool, Siniang sat down, holding a washed grape in her hand and peeling it open.
Then 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 eating grapes?"
Zheng Fan responded in his throat.
"Unfortunately, these grapes are a bit big."
"What I'm talking about is milk-flavored grapes, which are similar to milk-flavored fruit corn."
"Okay, I'm not pure anymore."
"My lord, are you tired?"
"Um……"
"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 take a bath by myself and then go to bed. I have to go to class tomorrow. There's no need for a massage tonight, and I won't be spanked anyway."
"Okay, then, my lord, please rest early. The servants will retreat first."
Siniang stood up slowly, walked out of 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, 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.
Si 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.
…………
In fact, 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" just to have fun before the end of the student military training.
The students collectively shouted hello to the principal, and the principal waved his hand to thank the students for their hard work.
In fact, who takes whom seriously?
If Zheng Fan really placed himself in the supreme position of "Lord", he would have asked Siniang to sleep with him long ago.
As for the fact that they forced themselves, Zheng Fan felt it, but he didn't feel much resentment. As long as he could improve his own strength, Zheng Fan thought it was worth suffering a little hardship and suffering a little.
It is strange that a leader who can only stand behind and watch his subordinates rush to kill him while he stands and shouts "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 is,
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 in the world. But now, the feeling at the beginning seems to be slowly fading.
But you have to walk your own path. Since you choose to take this path, being pretentious is really a burden.
"Ahhhhhh..."
Zheng Fan shouted softly.
then,
He looked at the stone floating in front of him again.
Every day, when I take a bath, I put it into the pool with me and put a towel on it.
"Snapped!"
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 was 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 it happened that this direct descendant didn't know what was going on. After sealing himself into the stone, he could not leave the door or step forward. He was more like a lady than everyone else.
If the magic pill is there, even if it doesn't lick you, even if it is cold to you,
But when he faced the blind Liang Cheng and his gang,
In my heart,
It will undoubtedly add 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 were like my sons. At that time, I thought their metaphor was too pretentious.
Even if it is your own son, if he cries and is disobedient, especially when you stare at him doing homework, you will often want to put him back in.
But in this world, in this environment,
and others,
The blind man's shrewdness, Xue San's train running, Liang Cheng's coldness, Siniang's gentleness, Fan Li's stupidity, A Ming's arrogance,
their image,
They went through Zheng Fan's mind one by one.
To the end,
In fact, I still feel that there is 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 was still a little suppressed.
Even in his own courtyard, Zheng Fan did not dare to shout loudly to vent his emotions.
shake your head,
He threw the stone into the soup pond again.
Zheng Fan climbed out of the soup pool, picked up a dry towel nearby and wiped his body briefly, then went to the bed behind to rest.
After Zheng Fan leaves,
In the soup pond,
There was only a single stone floating there,
What Zheng Fan didn't see was,
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 Siniang or Xue San were in the room at this time,
You will definitely exclaim:
So strong...
murderous look!
(End of this chapter)