The little apprentice was confident, and after a while he knocked out a large piece of iron sheet. According to Hu Qing's instructions, he wrapped it into a cylinder and then cut it. The edges and corners were flattened, passed through water, baked, and then hammered.
, and then cross the water.
Then install the hinge and bracket, and you're done.
When the boss came out and saw this thing, he even looked at it with disgust.
The young apprentice rummaged through the finished scraps and found a thin iron mesh, which he put on top. It was just right. He also found some thin iron bars, baked them, and hammered them.
That's it.
Hu Qing murmured: "Forging iron is so easy?"
Good fire.
"This thing is too simple. I'll give you a hundred spirit beads." The young apprentice smiled naively, but the boss on the other side didn't seem to hear. He obviously didn't care about this thing.
Hu Qing couldn't help but said: "Is it too cheap?"
Young apprentice: “It’s just material that was meant to be thrown away.”
Hu Qing: "..." One hundred is too expensive.
Pay to get the goods.
“Brother, do you know where I can buy charcoal?”
Young apprentice: "Charcoal? That thing can't be used for fire. We don't have it here."
Well, charcoal is also a despised human commodity here.
Hu Qing put the iron skewers and wire mesh in his backpack and hugged the stove. He turned around inadvertently and saw the boss looking at the busy young apprentice with an obscure look.
He was stunned for a moment.
Shui Xin whispered: "The boss doesn't have many years to live."
Hu Qing was silent for a while and walked out for a long time: "So, I must practice."
Shui Xin: "I can't bear to leave my daughter."
"Nonsense, you won't be willing to part with the meat you shed."
Finally, I found charcoal in the grocery store with a thick layer of ash on it.
The boss, who is in his fifties, has eyes full of nostalgia: "Baopingfang is like spring all year round, so we don't need this. My family has charcoal-burning traditions, and I burned it myself a few years ago. It's just a nostalgia. I didn't expect anyone to buy it."
, I will burn another kiln, and my old arms and legs won’t be able to move anymore. I haven’t been out since I came here, and I don’t know what my hometown has become like. Maybe no one will open my shop in two years.”
Hu Qing felt heavy-hearted, why were all the bad things she had encountered and heard in the past two days?
The boss, out of nostalgia, finally did not give Hu Qing, a fellow villager in the broadest sense, any advantage. He charged her two hundred spirit beads for a basket of charcoal without even negotiating the price, euphemistically calling it the only one in Baopingfang.
After leaving the main street, Shui Xin laughed loudly: "I have seen the wisdom of mortals."
Hu Qing snorted coldly, and after getting angry, he burned charcoal himself.
Then she went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. Shui Xin felt that she didn't buy enough and forced her to buy more. She plausibly said, "I earned spiritual stones."
Hu Qing wanted to kick him, but he had to spend all these pieces of money at once. Who could be such a prodigal monk?
After buying all the things and going home, Shui Xin was very happy washing and cutting vegetables and lighting the stove. In order to send the Buddha away, she tried her best to make sure that he would eat well.
Iron the post and you're good to go.
The smell of barbecue was so overpowering, even if there was no meat, just relying on eggplant, mushroom and steamed bun slices, the woman next door was so dizzy from the smoke that she staggered up the ladder to the wall, pressed her hands on the wall and shrugged her nose vigorously.
Fortunately, the barbecue grill was placed at the foot of the west wall, so she couldn't see anyone, but it was even more torturous to not see anything but smell it.
The fragrance is getting thicker and heavier. Today's wind is also soft and weak. It can't blow away the fragrance if it blows it here.
After hearing this for a long time, the woman felt her stomach twisting in discomfort. She cursed and got down from the wall, put her money bag on her and went out to the street.
Shui Xin had a keen ear and teased Hu Qing: "You did it on purpose? Are you not seeking revenge by torturing her like this?"
Hu Qing: "What did I do wrong? If she dares to buy, I will sell. You want me to take advantage of her without spending a penny? How can I look like a good person?"
Shui Xin nodded, eating mushrooms in her left hand and dried beans in her right hand and couldn't stop eating.
Hu Qing didn't eat. Shui Xin knew that she was afraid of the embarrassment of having to deal with personal hygiene problems in the house. She had already taken Bigu Pill without eating anything, and she felt a little guilty. His stay had really caused her trouble.
Think about it: "How about I help you wash your menstrual marrow?"
Hu Qing: "What?"
Shui Xin: "I will irrigate your body and forcefully introduce Qi into your body. You are too old. When will you be able to refine Qi on your own?"
Hu Qing was suspicious: "Are you so kind?"
Shui Xin put down the empty skewers in his hand and picked up two new ones: "Thank you. However, don't think this is a good thing. You are too old and your meridians are blocked. If you use the power of medicine - it will hurt to death."
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Talking without delaying his eating, he took a big bite: "Besides, forcing it away will cause some damage to the body, and I can't guarantee success. What do you think?"
Hu Qing blinked: "You don't want my money?"
Shui Xin let out a roar, spit out some steamed bun residue, and smacked her lips hastily: "I don't want your money, but I'll make you a few more meals."
"Oh," Hu Qing said, "it seems not expensive."
Shui Xin: "The medicine is not expensive, but it is painful. Monks often use this method because it has spiritual power to protect the body, but mortals are different, so I really can't guarantee whether you will die."
Hu Qing: "It can be considered a shortcut."
Shui Xin: "That's right."
"Okay, I agree." Hu Qing grabbed a handful of skewers and placed them on the wire fence to brush the ingredients: "Come on, come on, tell me what you want to eat."
Shui Xin smiled. She should have thought that there must be more skewers in front of her now.
Guaranteed: "Don't worry, I won't let you die as long as you feed me."
Hu Qing lowered his face and said, "You, a monk, have no taboos in what you say. If you talk like this, you will be beaten to death sooner or later."
"Huh?" Shui Xin really didn't understand.
Forget it, saying this to a monk turned out to be teasing. Hu Qing ignored him.
"You're almost done with the poison. Hurry up and get something from the city."
Shui Xin: "I was about to say this. I ran out of spiritual power last night, and the remaining poison came back, making my injury worse. I need to stay for a few more days."
Hu Qing:...I always feel that he is lying. Shouldn't a monk refrain from lying?
Shui Xin touched his warm belly. It was rare to find new fun. He was a fool to leave early.
In Chao Huazong, Qiao Yu suffered from headaches every day. Masters from various peaks complained to him: because Hu Nuan brought food and drinks every day and shared more and more generously, their disciples and disciples had gained weight.
Qiao Yu didn't believe it. He had only been a disciple for a few days? This time he brought back a lot of pots and pans when he came back from a visit to relatives. What he brought back before was not enough to keep him warm. How many mouthfuls could he give out? How could they make their disciple fat?
Well, of course, the important point is not whether you are fat or not, but - cultivators should abstain from ordinary food, even if they eat, they should also eat spiritual vegetables, spiritual meat and spiritual rice.
The masters of each family were angry that their disciples' bodies had absorbed impurities. Although it was not a big problem and just took a detox pill, listening to the disciples' words, it was obvious that Qiao Yuna's disciple was not a first offender or an occasional offender but a habitual offender who would last forever.
"Master, I think eating meat is good. It makes me stronger."
Listen, listen, is this what a cultivator should say? Everything is inferior, only cultivation is high. If you are not good at the immortal style, do you have to do the hard work and physical training without seeing it? Those are all bad spiritual roots.
