Then you can only make a refrigerator yourself.
"Old Qian, can you get some saltpeter? I need two pounds."
"Okay, let's find a place to stop this afternoon and I'll get it done."
After dinner
Lin Wanwan drove the car to the suburbs and prepared to take a nap.
I won’t leave today.
Spend the night here and spend the day wandering around the city tomorrow to see if we can catch any bad guys.
Rest for a night before heading to another city.
I shared my idea with everyone, and it was passed unanimously without any rejection.
"I'm going to get some saltpeter. It'll probably take me two hours to be back."
Qian Xiasheng dozed off in the driver's seat for half an hour, then got up and prepared to get the saltpeter.
"Well, bring me two iron boxes, one big and one small. The difference between the two is about ten centimeters, and the difference is ten centimeters on all sides."
A muffled sound came from the carriage.
"I see."
Lin Wanwan was lying on the folding bed, with her little feet raised, reading a novel happily.
Next to him, Song Suihuan was even more leisurely, with two peaches in his hands, taking a bite from time to time.
"Sister, this book is really good. I especially like reading this kind of wife-chasing crematorium. I am always happy when I see the male protagonist being tortured and crying."
"The best thing is not being able to catch up with your wife and ending up in the crematorium. The worst thing is chasing your wife and ending up in the crematorium.
You abuse me, I abuse you, and in the end we're both bruised and battered together, what's so good about that?"
"The God who chases his wife to the crematorium is forever!"
"Can't catch up to the crematorium, the best in the world!"
"Chasing my wife to the crematorium!!"
"Straight into the incinerator!!!"
The two people were at loggerheads, neither of them giving in.
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