At the end of the year, the weather is cold, and the scenery is withering.
A heavy snowfall turned the mountains of the Supreme Sect into snowfields.
There was a clanging sound, and the snow on the eaves was shaken to the ground, and two sighs sounded in the farm equipment warehouse with air leakage from all sides.
"It's almost over, right? We have made an appointment to go down the mountain to eat ancient soup together today? Rinse the extremely thin slices of mutton, dip it in sesame sauce and wrap it in sesame pancakes. Hey, I can't say more. My stomach is growling louder than the wind. It’s all ringing.”
Yuan Ye rubbed his hands that had been doing carpentry for too long, breathed into his palms, and rubbed his ears that were stiff from the wind.
Lin Du finally completed the formation for the magical weapon that had been scarred by countless battles, and then stopped, "Didn't we make an appointment with Chen Shi to go down the mountain together? It's still early."
"It's hard to tell the difference between day and night under this snow."
Yuan Ye jumped up and turned the luminous pearl on the octagonal glass hanging lamp. The thin and soft light illuminated a small corner of the warehouse where various farm tools were neatly stacked.
After being stimulated by spiritual power, you can plow the land, sow seeds, water, fertilize, and remove insects by yourself. There are all kinds of things in front of you, but you can clearly see the fragmentary traces of another year of patchwork.
Lin Du held a stick-shaped crystal strip in his mouth for illumination. He squinted his eyes and concentrated on checking the formation route with a pair of tweezers.
Yuan Ye had no choice but to pick up the saw and wood again, put his feet up on the bench, and started sawing.
The monks do not have the habit of celebrating the New Year, but today is indeed the last day of the old year. The only thing that shows the excitement of the New Year is the various activities held by shops in various cities to promote people's consumption.
"I heard that every shop in the city makes ice lanterns every Chinese New Year. Everything is carved."
Lin Du raised his eyebrows, "Ice lantern?"
"Ang, Senior Brother is still thinking of getting one for Junior Sister today, but unfortunately he is good at building houses, but not very good at carving, so he uses a shovel to build a snowman instead."
Sawdust fell rustlingly, and the cold wind mixed with snow blew in. In the darkness, it was difficult to tell whether it was snow or sawdust.
Yuan Ye cursed and silently picked up the wooden boards to nail the window edges.
A man in a crimson robe walked in, raised his hand and used spiritual power to restrain the wind and snow, "It's snowing so heavily, and you are still working? Go and have a rest. I don't really ask you to finish the work this month." .”
Lin Du turned his head with the glowing stick in his mouth and said vaguely, "Senior sister."
Feng Chao's eyebrows slightly arched and he threw a red brocade storage bag to each of them, "Don't spend it all on the first day of the new year. Mo Lin Tianwu and the others are waiting for you."
The two hard workers were driven to put down the things in their hands, and their spiritual consciousness glanced at the things inside. Spiritual stones, wound medicine, and basic elixirs were packed in separate boxes.
"Senior sister, is this for this year or next year?"
Feng Chao glanced at them, "Do you care about this?"
Lin Du understood. It was obviously for the New Year. It was only paid every New Year. The salary was paid in the form of year-end bonus. This was the company's efficiency. It was good to have it, at least it wasn't a red stripe.
Feng Chao closed the warehouse door for them and told them to leave quickly as if she were herding sheep.
Yuan Ye hasn't forgotten to invite the leader to come down the mountain with him.
Feng Chao smiled and shook his head, "You kids, you can play by yourselves."
Once a monk is over a hundred years old, he rarely cares about age.
Lin Du and Yuan Ye arrived later, and Ni Jinxuan was skiing from top to bottom on a small snow mountain ahead.
Mo Lin was responsible for pushing the cart for her at the top of the mountain.
The little girl just slipped in front of Lin Du's feet,
"This shape...is that the missing wooden pocket of the shelling machine we just repaired?" Yuan Ye's eyes gradually became sharp.
Lin Du crossed his arms, "Yan Qing slid down. If I read correctly, he removed the heads of the two shovels and the wooden stick, right?"
"Seems to be."
The two of them sneered and looked at the two evildoers in front of them who were adding to their workload.
"No, who taught you to do this?" Yuan Ye shouted.
"What?" Yan Qing was holding a stick in one hand and stepping on two flat and concave round iron blocks, "What are you talking about? Senior Sister Tianwu said that when they first entered the sect, Senior Uncle Cangli and Ju Uncle Yuan led them to play like this."
The joint author is that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
Lin Du raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, forget it.
"Let's go, let's go down the mountain to eat. Finally, we don't have to practice today."
Mo Lin flew down, followed by Xia Wu. Today, her clothes were no longer white with dark flowers, but were embroidered with colorful flowers and butterflies. The red plum on her head also made her more popular.
Lin Du took a few more glances.
When Xia Tian looked over with unquestioning eyes, he lightly praised, "Red plums match the ice and snow very well."
"It matches you very well too."
Xia Tianwu pursed her lips and smiled, "I finished reading the words you gave me when I was refining the elixir."
Lin Du actively interviewed this person about his thoughts.
"I think... this wolf demon needs to practice more alchemy. That's not how medicine is used."
"The person writing this must have never learned alchemy."
Lin Du was unusually deflated, "You're right."
She really hasn't learned anything.
How on earth did such a cold-hearted second martial nephew become the love brain in the plot?
"It's just a story. It's a story, not a classic book on alchemy."
"But it is indeed a fallacy. According to the method in the book, which is to make the little grass demon pregnant and then use the spirit fetus as medicine, the fetus soul has become. Although the medicine has been purified, it is a very dangerous thing. When the evil power returns, the person who takes it will very It is possible that he will be riddled with resentment, or even... possessed by the fetal soul."
"No matter which alchemy cultivator, not even the evil demon that eats human essence and blood, can do such a wretched thing."
Lin Du's eyes flashed slightly, "Really?"
"Yeah, if the author didn't make it up, then the little wolf demon is really stupid."
There is no sound in summer.
"But speaking of it, the wolf itself doesn't have a high IQ. His brain is so small, so it's natural for him not to be smart."
Lin Du nodded, that's good, it's better to be stupid.
There was no awareness that he would be scolded as well.
A group of people, six of them in total, entered the private room that had been reserved in a lively manner. The waiter came up to order.
"First come a hundred plates of Ling mutton and twenty sesame seed cakes."
The waiter's hand holding the tea trembled slightly, and his voice was high-pitched, "How much?"
"One hundred plates...isn't that a little too little?" Mo Lin glanced at it, "Then...one hundred and twenty plates?"
The waiter's hands, which were steady enough to carry the tea even if someone smashed the shop, kept his face calm. His hands shook, and the cup trembled, making a crisp sound.
"One hundred, twenty plates? Will all the masters of the Supreme Sect come to dinner this year? Is this box too small?"
"No, there are just the six of us." Yuan Ye geared up, "Come on, I'm hungry, remember to bring more sesame paste."
The waiter walked out like a wandering spirit and walked to the kitchen to face the impatient cook who was slicing the mutton.
"Tell me, how many do you want? Twenty plates?" The chef holding the knife raised his eyelids impatiently.
"One...one hundred and twenty plates."
"How much???" The chef raised the kitchen knife.
"Supreme Sect... Tianzihao private room, one hundred and twenty plates, the little masters said, I'm hungry, hurry up."
The cook cursed and chopped the knife into the wooden stake, "Let them do it by themselves, let them do it by themselves! One hundred and twenty plates, it will kill me!"
"Does the Supreme Sect have a total of 120 people in the sect?"
"Oh, there are six of them."
Seeing the fear transfer, the waiter became happy.
"How many?"
"Six."
The chef clenched his teeth and picked up the knife, "I'll take the sheep to their box and cut it myself in a while. I want to see how six people can finish a hundred and twenty plates."
