Chapter 181 You still owe me a pig's trotter
Installing the door must have made quite a bit of noise, as someone came up from downstairs before the door frame was even installed.
When people on the 27th floor saw that they were planning to install the door between the 25th and 26th floors, no one dared to step forward and say anything.
They only dared to stick their heads out to take a few glances at the stairs on the 25th floor.
When they returned, the news that the landlord on the 27th floor had started installing doors again spread throughout the building.
No one doubted where they found this door at this time, after all, the people on the 27th floor were capable.
I learned that they had started installing doors on the 27th floor again, and that the doors were installed between the 25th and 26th floors.
Yang Chunmei, who had just been robbed, came to Han Ying and the others with bruises all over her face.
"Auntie, could you please go away? You're preventing us from installing the door."
This old lady is so funny. With all those injuries on her face, is she trying to gain their sympathy or something?
Just stood next to them, not saying anything, just watching.
"Just now, our house was robbed of all the life-saving supplies by a few beasts on the 11th floor. Little girl, I know you are capable, please help me get the supplies back, I beg you."
Yang Chunmei said this and was about to hold Han Ying's hand.
Han Ying turned sideways, two body lengths away from the old lady, "You are so funny, did I ask them to rob? No way? Then why do you think that if you beg me here, your supplies will be returned?"
"Little girl, please help me, I still have a grandson to raise, he will starve to death without those supplies.
Seeing that Han Ying refused, Yang Chunmei knelt down in front of her on the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
Han Ying was really angry.
Although she didn't believe that being kneeled down by elders would shorten one's lifespan, this old lady was still trying to use moral blackmail on her in this world.
What the aunt meant was that if Han Ying didn't help her get the supplies back, and her grandson starved to death, it would be her, Han Ying's, responsibility?
"Little girl, please be kind... In this whole building, those people are afraid of you on the 27th floor..."
As Yang Chunmei spoke, she even kowtowed to Han Ying.
"I remember you have a son?"
If Han Ying remembered correctly, she remembered seeing their family at the herbal tea distribution point a few days ago.
His own son is incompetent, but he managed to ask her for help, a girl in her early twenties. He is really good at calculating.
"He is useless. He didn't even dare to say a word when he saw people coming to steal supplies..."
When talking about her son, Yang Chunmei looked disappointed.
"Oh, your son is so precious and afraid of death, but we are so cheap that we are not afraid of death? Get out of here, don't let me kick you off!"
Seeing that Lu Yuanmen had almost finished pretending, Han Ying walked around the middle-aged woman and went in.
"Little girl, why don't you let us live on the 26th floor? The houses there are empty anyway."
When Yang Chunmei saw people starting to pack up their tools and get ready to leave, she immediately climbed up the stairs and grabbed the door.
"Is this your real purpose?"
Han Ying suddenly laughed when she heard what the aunt said.
Then she looked at the aunt and whispered, "Aunt, do you know where all the people on the 26th floor have gone? Huh?"
"Didn't they all go to Ji... Ji...I don't live here anymore, I don't live here anymore..."
Yang Chunmei seemed to have thought of something, her face suddenly turned pale, and then she staggered back down the stairs.
"Auntie, don't forget that you still owe me a meal of pork knuckles..."
Seeing the old lady running away, Han Ying laughed out loud, and then added another sentence.
Hearing Han Ying's words from upstairs, Yang Chunmei staggered again and almost rolled down.
The people on the 27th floor are really scary.
When they got home, they went back to their rooms and took a shower.
After taking a shower, the two sat together again.
There are still important things to do, so they naturally can't forget them.
That night they collected a total of 21 scrolls.
The 14 good ones and 7 defective ones were all collected by Han Ying in the basement.
Take out all the scrolls and spread them out.
Then Lu Yuan took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the scrolls one by one, so that he would know which one would be useful for the space later.
“Let’s start with the defective products.”
Han Ying picked up a painting scroll that had been soaked in water and spread out on the table.
After putting the scroll into the space, Han Ying discovered that the painting she had put away was slowly disappearing.
The painting disappeared, which means the space must have changed as well.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Han Ying put all the other scrolls on the table into the basement, and then took Lu Yuan directly into the space.
Lu Yuan took out a tape measure and measured it, and found that it was 0.2 meters more, which was equivalent to 20 square meters of more land.
It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing.
Lu Yuan recorded the changes in the notes of the photo he had just taken.
Han Ying continued to take down a defective product.
The basement was shared by two people, so Lu Yuan knew which painting disappeared.
Then he clicked on the corresponding photo on his phone.
The second painting is 1 meter longer, which is equivalent to 100 square meters more.
The space for the third painting is not taken up.
The fourth piece is 0.3 meters longer, which is equivalent to an additional 30 square meters.
After trying out all 21 scrolls, the entire space extended outward by 6.5 meters.
There are 6 spaces that are not available for consumption.
There is nothing special about these six paintings. There are landscape paintings as well as flower and bird paintings.
However, these two categories are also found in other paintings that are eaten up by space.
This is not a problem of category, but a problem of the painting itself.
It could be a fake or something.
Han Ying remembered that the three paintings that were taken out of Lin Zhongming's house safe were eaten up by the space, and the land extended by 15 meters.
But now 15 of them have been eaten up, and it only extends 6.5 meters.
The difference is quite big, it seems that it may be a problem of the value of the painting.
It could be the dynasty, or it could be the painting skills or something else.
In other words, they tested for a long time but found nothing.
In the end, I still don’t know what kind of painting the space wants to eat.
But it's a bit of a guess. It should be that the greater the value of the painting, the larger the area of land it can extend to.
There was nearly one acre of extra land. When Lu Yuan, the planting expert, wanted to plant crops on it, he was taken away from the space by Han Ying.
After running around outside all night, he came back to install the door. Is this guy a perpetual motion machine?
After ordering Lu Yuan to go back to sleep, Han Ying and Gou Zi also returned to their rooms.
Han Ying had just turned on the air conditioner in the room and put two large ice cubes in it, so the temperature was quite suitable at this time.
After lying down, Han Ying did not go to sleep immediately, but fiddled with the supplies in the 2 million cubic meters space symbol for a while.
Use your consciousness to move part of the rice inside into a 1,000 cubic meter space symbol.
After filling up a space talisman, there is still a lot of rice inside.
Han Ying stopped only after filling another one, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
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