Early the next morning, Lin Chou had just cooked a pot of soup.
Master Shan is here, so are Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng.
The Panshan team in name only and Bai Qiong's Jianfeng finally came together. The two teams merged and had to bring along a "Fifth level" master Shen Feng and Shen Daxia.
To say that Shen Feng is a fifth-level person, there are people who really like him. For example, the little fool with the duck is clearly an awakener, but he is obsessed with martial arts. He admires Shen Feng very much. Every now and then, he comes to his door with the duck to talk to him. Shen Feng asked for advice, which made Master Shen have a lingering smell of duck shit all day long.
I guess everyone knows that this is a short-lived guy who can't be messed with. He laughs and laughs very hard, and even the most foul-mouthed drunkard won't make a fuss about him.
Human beings are born free, and only become shackles later. For a person who can foresee his death, nothing is out of bounds. This is his nature.
Of course, Master Shan definitely didn't come with a sharpened knife. He didn't have the time to really sharpen the knife in the base city.
These days are the harvest days in the wilderness. As third-level evolvers and the extremely diligent Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng, they all dare to attack the fourth-level alien beasts.
In short, he wakes up earlier than a chicken and goes to bed later than a dog every day. This is the life of Mr. Shan.
"Well, I've only been there for two days, so you know the truth."
Mr. Shan took a sip of the three-color snake wine, feeling very proud, but with two huge dark circles under his eyes, he tried to compete with Lord Gungun, "What's good to eat this morning?"
Lin Chou thought for a moment, "Peanuts, mixed with wild vegetables, pig blood soup, and white rice."
Master Shan was almost furious, "I'm not telling you that you are an unreliable boss. You just close the door and thank guests every three days without seeing anyone. Why do you cook so carelessly!"
"It takes two hours to cook the salt-baked chicken now, do you want it?"
Mr. Shan said, you are already late. If you wait another two hours, it will be noon!
I had no choice but to pat my belly and say, "Oh, it's okay not to eat rice without meat."
Bai Qiong grabbed the peanuts and the wine jar, "You said so, stop drinking."
Pouring a glass for himself and Shen Feng, the bald man walked in from the door and said, "Boss, the oil price has gone up again. Not to mention that the base city has developed some first-level living corpse soft crystal extraction technology. The oil price today It’s a full 50% increase from the previous two days!”
Huang Dashan sneered, "That's all to deceive fools. Do you believe the official words?"
The bald man touched his scalp and said hey, "Master Shan, tell me, what's the point of this?"
"The Autumn Festival has just passed. How many hunters and hunting teams are running into the wilderness all day long? There are only a few fuel manufacturers affiliated with the Research Institute. How much fuel is enough for the entire base city? Not to mention low-end soft crystals Extraction technology, unless the scientific research institute can turn seawater into source crystal fuel, is useless!"
After saying this, the bald man raised his thumb and said, "I won't hold up the wall, but Master Shan, I will obey your nonsense!"
Mr. Shan chuckled, "By the way, don't you know, there is something interesting... The base city funeral parlor launched a reservation program yesterday!"
"puff!"
Shen Feng and Bai Qiongshou spit out their wine, "What did you say?"
Master Shan shook his head, "The Autumn Festival has passed. From last month to March next year, it is the harvest season in the wilderness. The death toll has risen sharply. There are only a few crematoriums in the base city, and now there are no more. The queue waiting to burn the corpses stretched from the top of the West Mountain to the bottom of the mountain... The funeral parlor was also amazing. They distributed flyers one by one, saying that starting from today, you can reserve the place for future corpse burning, and they will be processed first and there will be no need to queue. ..Each team can receive one to three quotas with the official seal of the development committee, haha..."
He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "How many funeral parlor workers were beaten to death?"
Mr. Shan winked and said, "A fight? A fight, and more than a thousand places were booked on the same day. The excitement of the scene was simply breathtaking!"
"puff!"
Master Shan proudly took out a dozen thick shit-yellow notes,
"Did you see it? Fortunately, grandpa was smart and didn't rush to cancel the team names of the three teams and the titles of six vice-captains. In addition, with Brother Lin's shop, I got a total of twenty-six places. Hahaha, I am prosperous. I am prosperous.
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Bai Qiongshou and Shen Feng were stunned at first, then became furious and flipped the table on the spot - well, they didn't flip it. In order to avoid the tragedy of the last fight, the system master completely connected the table to the ground and reinforced all the equipment.
It is unknown which dimension of black technology was used to damage the items.
Bai Qiongshou cursed loudly, "Which one of you will die first? Damn it! Is your conscience fucked by a dog?"
Lin Chou was also dumbfounded, how did this guy come up with such a brain circuit? With twenty-six places for corpse burning, everyone in the Blade Team had to burn them five or six times one by one to use up all these scraps of paper.
By the way, Shan Ye's parents really didn't ignore some crucial steps in the process of creating him? Or did they raise the placenta later...
"Don't fight, don't fight, damn! Stop fighting!" Mr. Shan jumped out from the punches and kicks of a group of people.
Even Yanzi took advantage of the chaos and jumped up and kicked her hard.
There were two eye-catching footprints on Shan Ye's crotch, those of Baldhead and Yanzi. The two looked at each other, full of admiration for each other.
"Do you know that this corpse-burning coupon has been sold to 7,000 each? It's just a sign up. It only costs 1,000 in circulation. If you change hands and sell it, hehe... They also guarantee that it is an old corpse-burning coupon with fifty years of service.
With your own hands, you can burn out any part of the memorial object that you designate. In order to book his place for cremation, I even lost my face. Damn it...Whose shoe prints are on my crotch??"
Shen Feng counted on his fingers, "Sell everyone's reputation in exchange for... Well, 156,000 in circulation? Baldhead, how much does Yuanjing fuel cost per liter now?"
"Three hundred and seventy-one liters."
Everyone rolled their eyes together, what does it mean to not do your job properly? This is not doing your job properly.
Well...
However, after a day of toiling in the wilderness, I gained a lot, so I generously forgave Huang Dashan and confiscated the stolen goods!
Mr. Shan is also very aggrieved, very aggrieved. My dream is to sleep until I wake up naturally and count money until my hands cramp.
Just two or three minutes in the morning, he was picked up by White Rabbit from the hot bed of his wife and children. Does he feel awesome just because he has the title of captain?
If I can't sleep, why can't I earn some extra money?
It's a good thing now that the extra money was confiscated without even getting any extra money. It's called fuel money.
Fuel your grandma!
People before the Cataclysm often said that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you.
Not only were the doors and windows of Shan Ye opened, but the outside also faced the cesspool.