"Tomorrow? So soon? The paint won't even dry, right?"
The carpenter smiled: "You just come from the mortal world."
Hu Qing nodded: "That's right."
He said: "The paint used here is different. It dries in a short while after applying it. There is no need to dry it." He added: "This thing of yours is too simple. If I give you a board, you can put it together yourself."
Isn't that right? Hu Qing gave a thumbs up and said, "Master has a good eye for this kind of furniture. In our small place, we just make the boards according to the size and drill the holes. It is also fun for anyone who buys it to go home and put it together by himself."
The carpenter shook his head: "It's not authentic. How can anyone treat guests like this?"
Hu Qing laughed and said, "Let's play. If not, master, don't fight. I'll pull it back and beat it myself."
The carpenter still shook his head: "No, no, it's not authentic and it will ruin my reputation."
They agreed to pick it up at this time the next day. Hu Qing returned home and let Hu Huahua crawl and play by herself while she thought about the storage bag.
With a crash, the contents inside were piled on the floor. First, open the trailer, sort out the ores, and then pick out the spiritual stones and put them on the table, a total of eighty-seven yuan.
The broken boxes and broken tables were thrown next to the stove, and they would be chopped down to light the fire tomorrow.
I put the spiritual plant aside to see if I could sell it at a stall by the river. The knives and swords were afraid of being marked, so I put them away first and dealt with them later. The medicine bottles and talisman papers were kept for study. A few pieces of raw materials were kept for other miscellaneous items, and the rest were all
Useless, throw it away.
There was a book written about the Mad Dragon Sword Techniques, with pictures and text inside. The corner of Hu Qing's mouth twitched when he saw the name. It was absolutely deceiving.
A slip on a cylinder reads: Changchun Jue.
Changchun Jue? I seem to have heard this name somewhere.
It's still a jade slip with a touch of aura on it. This thing should be much more reliable than the Mad Dragon Sword Technique.
Opening it, she knew all the words engraved on the green and white jade strip. She read it sentence by sentence. It seemed to teach people how to practice.
"The Qi-Entraining Technique?" Hu Qing was confused: "Why is it different from what Shui Xin taught?"
Shui Xin: Nonsense. The Changchun Technique is a basic mental method on the bad street. You can buy it with ten low-grade spiritual stones. What I teach you is the orthodox and superior mental method of Buddhism.
Hu Qing instinctively despises this thing, so what good thing can a poor guy have?
Big man: I am poor? Go and compare yourself with monks like me. I am quite wealthy.
Hu Qing still didn't realize the gap between the rich and the poor among monks. People like Hu Nuan, who are young and have excellent spiritual roots, are fortunate enough to be accepted as direct disciples by real people from large sects. They are definitely the luckiest group of people. In the cruel world of cultivation, there are many low-level cultivators.
A monk who is struggling to survive kills red eyes for a spiritual stone.
Therefore, Hu Qing is also a rich man in a sense, it depends on who he compares with.
She was satisfied with a windfall, but it was also full of crises. It was terrible. Even if she went to pick up a stone in the suburbs, someone would rob her. Fortunately, she was prepared this time. Fortunately, the person looked down on her negligence. If she met a cautious person, she would die.
It will be her.
Hu took a breath and felt that he still needed to prepare more methods.
I took the storage bag to wash, soaked it in a basin and poured in the soap locust. Thinking of Hu Nuan's piece of tattered silk, I went into the house and took it out from under the pillow to soak it together.
Not to mention mother and daughter, Hu Nuan never finished washing, and Hu Qing never finished washing. However, Hu Nuan thought it was fun, and Hu Qing had a slight mysophobia.
She also has intermittent episodes of mysophobia. She doesn't pay attention to things outside the home, but she can't bear it at home. After the apocalypse, she can't afford to pay attention to this. Now that the conditions are better, she can't help but start to pay attention to it.
I always felt that the storage bag used by the big man smelled of stinky feet, and the tattered silk cloth was visibly dirty.
After washing, I used up a can of soap soap. It was completely dark, so I rinsed it with clean water and squeezed it out.
will be satisfied.
"Phew, I can use it now."
The storage bag wasn't dirty to begin with, but washing it for a long time just made her feel better.
And that piece of tattered silk cloth is still the same gray, not gray, not yellow color.
"Huh? Is there an extra point here?"
There were originally five white spots on the silk cloth that had been washed out by Hu Nuan, but now there was a light golden spot far away from the white spots.
Now Hu Nuan became interested: "I want to see what you look like after you've been washed."
Start washing again.
Hu Huahua somehow climbed down from a high place, climbed to the door and rested her little head on the threshold. She looked at the possessed Hu Qing melancholy, and for a long time she let out a sound in her throat: Wu.
Hu Qing didn't hear it and was lost in washing the silk cloth.
Hu Huahua seemed to sigh and let out a whine with all her strength.
Hu Qing turned around and said, "What is it called? Mom is busy."
Hu Huahua: "...wuwuwu."
Hu Qing: "Are you hungry?"
Hu Huahua: "Woo, woo."
You have to eat meat, not vegetarian. Besides, shouldn't you be surprised when I talk to you?
The silk cloth was thrown into the basin, Hu Qing waved his hands and walked over, picked it up and rubbed its little head: "So you are not a little mute."
Hu Huahua: ...I feel so wronged.
"Then I'll roast a chicken as a reward for you to talk."
With Hu Huahua at home, ingredients are constantly being bought, and Hu Qing is contented with herself. Who else would be willing to raise a dog like this?
Hu Huahua: It’s not a dog.
Hang two in the oven, chop one and put it on the grill, and ask what kind of expense it is for a family with carnivores.
While nibbling on the chicken thigh, Hu Huahua asked Hu Huahua: "Is it okay to continue like this? Our family of three are monks and eating ordinary food is not an option. Reiki food is expensive even if you think about it, and it is not affordable for a family like ours.
, what do you think I should go hunting?"
"I don't know what animals can and cannot be eaten. Why can't you grow up quickly so that you can be a hunting dog for me?"
Hu Huahua: I’m really not a dog.
After finishing the meal and packing up, Hu Qing picked up the storage bag and studied it. How does this thing identify its owner? Does it bleed?
Prick your finger with a needle, squeeze out the blood and drip it on it. The storage bag sucks the blood in, and you can immediately see the inside clearly.
Raise your eyebrows, it turns out that a drop of blood is everything.
This time, the things she puts in there won't be scattered randomly. As long as she thinks about it, the things will be placed where she wants.
She put it away and put it away in surprise, like a child playing with a novel toy. Hu Huahua looked at it with interest at first, but then she got tired of it. There was nothing to play with in a broken storage space.
Well? If you think you don’t have fun, then what can you do?
Hu Huahua was confused.
After Hu Qing had enough fun, she carefully tied the storage bag to the back of her belt. Speaking of which, she is still wearing the clothes Qingyan gave her. It is really easy to move and can clean itself. The key is - she can't buy it at the moment.
Get clothes like this.
After sleeping until early in the morning, Hu Qing got up. She was going out of the city to collect herbs. When she walked to the yard and glanced casually, she realized that the silk cloth was still soaking in the basin. She took it out and put it on the stove. Let's talk about it when she comes back.
Hu Qing walked to the city gate just as the sky turned white. He walked out of the city and found that the ground outside the city was very wet. Has it rained? It didn't rain in the city. Could it be that the barrier of Fangshi still blocked the rain? No, the city before
It rained here. Could it be local showers?
Hu Qing was going to pick ghost-faced mushrooms. He must have grown up a bit after not going there for so long. Who would have thought that when he went there, they were all gone!
