Chapter 53: The Upper Beam Is Not Straight, The Lower Beam Is Crooked

The year is coming to an end and the sky is getting colder, the years are passing by quickly.

A heavy snowfall turned the mountains of the Supreme Sect into snowfields.

There was a clanging sound, and the snow on the eaves was shaken to the ground, and two sighs were heard in the leaky farm equipment warehouse.

"Is it almost over? We all agreed to go down the mountain to eat Gu Gu Tang today? The thinly sliced ​​spiritual mutton was dipped in sesame sauce and wrapped in sesame cake. Hey, I can't say anything, my stomach is growling louder than the wind."

Yuan Ye rubbed his hands that had been doing carpentry for too long, blew a breath into his palms, and rubbed his ears that were stiffened by the wind.

Lin Du finally repaired the battle-worn weapon and stopped, "Didn't we agree to go down the mountain together at 7:00 pm? It's still early now."

"It's snowing so hard that you can't tell day from night."

Yuan Ye jumped up and turned the night-shining pearl on the octagonal glass hanging lamp. The thin and soft light illuminated a small corner of the warehouse, where various farm tools were neatly stacked.

After activating the spiritual power, one can till the land, sow seeds, irrigate, apply fertilizer, and kill pests by oneself. There are all kinds of things to do, but in front of you you can clearly see the fragmentary traces of another year's patchwork.

Lin Du held a stick-shaped crystal bar in his mouth for lighting, squinted his eyes, and concentrated on checking the formation route with a pair of tweezers.

Yuan Ye had no choice but to pick up the saw and wood again, put his feet on the bench, and started sawing with a grunt.

Monks do not have the habit of celebrating the New Year, but today is indeed the last day of the old year. The only thing that can show the liveliness of the New Year is the various activities held by shops in various cities to promote people's consumption.

"I heard that every business in the city makes ice lanterns during the Chinese New Year, and there are carvings of all kinds of things."

Lin Du raised his eyebrows, "Ice Lantern?"

"Yeah, today Senior Brother wanted to make one for Junior Sister, but unfortunately he is good at repairing houses but not so good at carving, so he used a shovel to make a snowman instead."

Sawdust fell to the ground, and cold wind mixed with snow blew in. In the dim light, one could not tell whether it was a pile of snow or sawdust.

Yuan Ye cursed and silently picked up the wooden board to nail the window frame.

A man in a crimson robe walked in, raised his hand and used his spiritual power to stop the wind and snow. "It's snowing so heavily, and you're still working? Go and take a rest. I'm not really asking you to finish the work this month."

Lin Du turned around with the glowing stick in his mouth and said vaguely, "Senior Sister."

Feng Chao smiled slightly and threw a red brocade storage bag to each of them. "Don't spend all the annual allowance for your disciples on the first day of the New Year. Mo Lin Tianwu and the others are waiting for you."

The two laborers were forced to put down the things in their hands and scanned the contents with their spiritual consciousness. Spirit stones, healing potions, and basic elixirs were packed in separate boxes.

"Sister, is this from this year or next year?"

Feng Chao glanced at them and asked, "Are you considering this?"

Lin Du understood. It was obviously New Year's. It was only paid out during the Chinese New Year. The salary was paid in the form of a year-end bonus. The company's performance was like this. It was good to have some, at least it was not a red slip.

Feng Chao closed the warehouse door for them and told them to leave quickly, just like driving sheep back to a pen.

Yuan Ye did not forget to invite the master to go down the mountain together.

Feng Chao smiled and shook his head, "You kids can play by yourselves."

Once a monk is over a hundred years old, he rarely cares about his age.

Lin Du and Yuan Ye arrived later. Ni Jinxuan was skiing from top to bottom on a small snowy mountain in front.

Mo Lin was responsible for pushing the cart for her on the top of the mountain.

The little girl just slid to the foot of Lindu.

"This shape...is that the missing wooden bag of the shelling machine we just repaired?" Yuan Ye's eyes gradually became sharp.

Lin Du crossed his arms and said, "Yan Qing slid down by stepping on it. If I am not mistaken, he took off the heads of the two shovels and the wooden stick, right?"

“It seems… yes.”

The two of them sneered at the same time and looked at the two evildoers in front of them who were adding to their workload.

"No, who taught you to do this?" Yuan Ye yelled.

"What?" Yan Qing held a stick in one hand and stepped on two flat, concave, pointed round iron blocks. "Are you talking about this? Senior Sister Tianwu said that when they first entered the sect, Senior Uncle Cangli and Senior Uncle Juyuan took them to play like this."

It turns out that if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked.

Lin Du raised his hand and pressed his brow, forget it.

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain and have dinner. It's a relief that we don't have to practice today."

Mo Lin flew down, followed by Xia Tianwu. Today her clothes were no longer white with dark patterns, but were embroidered with colorful flowers and butterflies. The red plum blossoms on her hair also made her look more lively.

Lin Du looked at it a few more times.

When Xia Tian looked at me without question, I gently praised, "The red plum blossoms go really well with the ice and snow."

"It suits you, too."

Xia Tianwu pursed his lips and smiled, "I finished reading the storybook you gave me when I was refining the elixir."

Lin Du actively interviewed this person's thoughts.

"I think... this wolf demon needs to practice more alchemy. This is not how medicine is used."

"This writer must have never learned the Dao of Alchemy."

Lin Du was rarely shocked, "You are right."

She really hasn't learned it.

How did this cold and devoted alchemy nephew become the love-minded man in the plot?

"It's just a storybook. It tells a story, not a book on alchemy."

"But it is indeed a fallacy. According to the method in the book, after the little grass demon is pregnant, the fetus is taken for medicine. Although the medicine is purified, it is a fierce creature. When the evil power is fed back, the person who takes it is likely to be entangled with resentment, or even... possessed by the fetus's soul."

"No matter which alchemy practitioner, even an evil demon that feeds on human blood, would do such a wicked thing that would not be worth the loss."

Lin Du's eyes flickered, "Really?"

"Yes, if the author didn't make it up, then the little wolf demon is really stupid."

Summer is silent and quiet.

"But wolves don't have high IQs. Their brains are so small, so it's normal for them to be stupid."

Lin Du nodded and said, "That's good. It's better to be a little stupid."

He had no awareness at all that he was being scolded.

A group of people came into the private room that had been reserved long ago in a noisy manner. There were six of them in total, and the waiter came up to take the order.

"First, one hundred plates of mutton and twenty sesame pancakes."

The waiter's hand holding the tea was trembling slightly, and his voice became higher, "How much?"

"One hundred plates... isn't that a little too little?" Mo Lin took a quick look, "Then... one hundred and twenty plates?"

The waiter who could always hold the cup of tea with steady hands and remained calm even when someone smashed the shop, now had trembling hands and the cups and cups were shaking, making crisp sounds.

"One hundred, twenty plates? Will all the masters of the Supreme Sect come to dine this year? Isn't this private room too small?"

"No, there are only six of us." Yuan Ye rubbed his hands, "Come on, I'm hungry. Remember, give me more sesame sauce."

The waiter walked out like a ghost and went to the back kitchen to meet the impatient chef who was cutting mutton.

"Tell me, how much do you want? Twenty plates?" The chef holding the knife raised his eyelids impatiently.

"One... one hundred and twenty plates."

“How much?” The chef raised the kitchen knife.

"Supreme Sect... No. 1 private room, 120 plates. The young masters said they are hungry and in a hurry. Hurry up."

The chef swore and chopped the wood with his knife. "Let them do it themselves, let them do it themselves! One hundred and twenty dishes, you want to kill me, right?"

"Are there 120 members of the Supreme Sect?"

"Oh, there are six of them."

The waiter was happy to see the fear fade away.

"How many?"

"Six."

The chef gritted his teeth and picked up the knife. "I'll take the lamb to their private room and cut it myself. I want to see how six people can finish 120 plates."