Chapter 1,278 What is the shape of tragedy?

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Then Huang Dashan was regarded as a thief with evil intentions by Chi Zhi, who had been holding back his anger all morning.

what?

Isn't it a job to grab a job?

Even if you have a job where the boss never pays you a salary, you, a bald man, still want to seek power and usurp the throne?

Why are you so cheap?

Is there any humanity at all?

When Shan Ye was pressed to the ground, he was still trying to emphasize,

"I... don't... I'm not bald..."

Well, people suspect that the seventh-level Hong Dashan is keeping the bottom of the box for Prince Huang. You no longer need to rely on baldness to become stronger.

It is said that since Shan Ye's last durian nibbling incident, Shan Ye's bald head has disappeared, which has made the evolvers who often come and go on the mountain very uncomfortable.

It feels like life has lost its meaning. What a shining light of hope among the crowd.

Even Mr. Shan himself is very obsessed with hair and has been considering whether to go bald again...

Do you still remember who the barber was who initialized Shan Ye’s baldness?

Yes, that's right, it's our Han • Lieutenant General • Teacher Tony • Egg Breaker • Planned Parenthood Foot • Tyrannosaurus Rex • Leng.

To be more precise, the aftermath of a certain fight between Leng Han and Sister Da Yuexiong was full of firepower and fierceness.

Just tell me whether this bald person is noble or not. Is this a high-end hairstyle that can be done by just a hairstylist in the base city? ?

Therefore, Master Shan is actually still hesitating.

In his own words, for a person of your stature like Grandpa Dashan, even a casual hairstyle must have a deeper meaning!

The person who was more anxious than him was actually Su Yourong——

"There should be a fundamental difference between pan molds with and without hair, right?"

"The ones with hair and the ones without hair look like completely different species."

"But why isn't it deeply reflected on the pan pour mold?"

“Am I right to use a pan?”

"Maybe I should try a different kind of pot..."

Thoughts like this were lingering in Su Yourong's little head, ready to give it a try.

But it's a pity that Sister Otsuki Hung and she are still in the stage of "conflicts among the people", and the sister group seems to be falling apart.

Chi just turned a blind eye to the pan that Su Yourong handed over eagerly, and had no intention of helping the little thing increase the number of his collection.

"Okay, okay, don't mess around!" Lin Chou said helplessly, "Master Shan has experience. Find a decent stone and chisel out a useful millstone. Chi will be responsible for grinding it for a while. Master Shan is not that fine and lively." It’s impossible to be patient.”

Chi just thought about it and felt that what the boss said made sense, so he was finally willing to let Huang Dashan go.

In fact, Huang Moumou, who has reached the sixth level, is simply vulnerable, even weaker than when he had not advanced to the next level. Chi had already realized this very well when he beat Huang Moumou last time.

"Ha, boring!"

Chi just left a word and left.

Shan Ye crawled out of the soil pitifully, with strange-colored juice on his face made of grass and soil.

With Chi Zhi's strange strength and natural fighting skills, Shan Ye could still parry one or two, but the ground could not. After Shan Ye was knocked down and pushed to the ground three or two times, he was beaten so hard that more than half of his body sank into the ground. Went there, looking really embarrassed.

"Mamapi, since when did this guy become a boss..."

Shanye called out to Chongtianqu.

He is reluctant to use skills such as "Calling Tuba" to deal with his own people, but if he doesn't show some real skills, he won't even be able to beat the dogs on this mountain...

What is sad? Sad is the shape of Huang Dashan himself!

Lin Chou said calmly, Master Shan, please put your half-broken mentality aside, we still have business to do.

"oh oh..."

Shan Ye immediately ran to carry the stone and grindstone, while Lin Chou was busy soaking the beans, and then fermenting the stinky amaranth to make the marinade for the stinky tofu.

The essence of the smell of stinky tofu is all in it, and the rest is just the length of soaking time. Fortunately, Lin Chou has a bug produced by the ice wind box, which can completely turn a pot of new stew into old stew.

After it was done, Lin Chou gave it a tentative sniff, then immediately shrank her neck and sealed the pot of brine several layers away.

A cook's sense of smell and taste are very precious things. If you can fiddle with them less, you should fiddle with them less, so as not to be damaged by too much stimulation.

In fact, for ordinary people at the bottom of Mingguang, grinding soy milk and making tofu at home is a very common thing. If there are beans and time, they are happy to make a few pieces of tofu and eat it. After all, this thing is cheap and It's nutritious and extremely rich in protein.

Even Huang Dashan can explain clearly how to do it...

"Bang!"

Master Shan put the millstone down into the ground, carried a few buckets of water and washed away the stone residue and dust on it. He even cleverly inlaid a huge square stone base on the ground below the mill, with an area of ​​8X8. People can stand directly on this platform and operate.

"Come on, this millstone will be used exclusively for grinding beans from now on."

Most people really can't appreciate Shanye's aesthetics. As the saying goes - big is good.

Well, this sentence can perfectly describe all Shan Ye's pursuits.

This millstone is more than twice as wide as the one pulled by a donkey...

You must know that the diameter of a normal-sized donkey-pulled mill is only about 80 centimeters. In ancient times, a large mill with a diameter of more than three feet and six inches (1.2 meters) already required three horses to pull it at the same time~

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

According to the size of this millstone, 100 kilograms of beans may not be able to withstand grinding it for 10 minutes.

"How about it, Master Shan, my craftsmanship is pretty good, right? Although it's not as exquisite as the stone pots you often make in the wild, the depth and angle of the grinding teeth you chiseled are definitely the most suitable and beautiful!"

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"What, have you really done this before?"

Indeed, looking at the neat grinding teeth divided into six large circles inside and outside, it would be impossible for an inexperienced person to do this.

"There was such a big mill at home when I was a kid," Shan Ye said. "But that mill was driven by water power. It was the best millstone among the dozens of nearby alleys. It was not stopped every day. It was nearby. All the neighbors come to our house to grind grain, and the corn flour can be beaten into paste and eaten, you know, it tastes delicious."

Lin Chou opened his arms and measured them.

"No wonder it's such a big one, but don't you think there's something missing from it?"

Master Shan scratched his head,

"Well, something seems a little wrong..."

Lin Chou sighed,

"Go ahead and drill two more holes on both sides of the upper plate. If you don't even insert the poles, what are you going to do with grinding?"

"..."

Master Shan's face turned red with embarrassment.

He was just thinking about making a grinding wheel according to the shape of the grinding wheel at home that looked beautiful and was beautiful to use, and completely forgot about it.