Chapter 53: The upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is crooked

The year is coming to an end, the sky is cold, and the scenery is withering.

A heavy snowfall turned the mountains of the Supreme Sect into a snowy plain.

With a clang, the snow on the eaves was shaken and fell down, and two sighs were heard in the leaky farm equipment warehouse.

"It's almost over, right? Have you agreed to go down the mountain to eat antique soup today? The extremely thin spiritual mutton was dipped in sesame sauce and wrapped in sesame cakes. Hey, I can't say it, my stomach is growling louder than the wind."

Yuan Ye rubbed his hands that had been doing carpentry for too long, blew 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? 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 the spiritual power is activated, you can plow the land, sow seeds, water, fertilize, and remove pests by yourself. There are all kinds of tools, but you can clearly see the traces of patching up another year.

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.

Monks don't 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 merchant in the city will make ice lanterns during the New Year, and everything is carved."

Lin Du raised his eyebrows, "Ice lanterns?"

"Yeah, today the eldest senior brother wanted to make one for the younger junior sister, but unfortunately he is good at repairing houses, but his carving skills are not very good, so he changed to using a shovel to make a snowman."

Sawdust fell, and the cold wind mixed with snow blew in. In the dim light, it was hard to tell whether it was snow or sawdust.

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

A man in a crimson robe walked in, raised his hand and cast a ban to stop the wind and snow, "It's snowing so heavily, are you still working? Go and rest, I didn't really let you finish it this month."

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

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

The two laborers were hurried to put down the things in their hands, and scanned the things inside with their consciousness. The spiritual stones, medicines, and basic pills were packed in separate boxes.

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

Feng Chao glanced at them, "Why worry about that?"

Lin Du understood. It was obviously for the New Year. It was only paid after the New Year. The salary was paid in the form of year-end bonuses. The company's performance was just like that. 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 like driving sheep back to the circle.

Yuan Ye did not forget to invite the head of the sect 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 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 her cart at the top of the mountain.

The little girl just slid to Lin Du's feet.

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

Lin Du hugged his arms, "Yan Qing stepped on it to slide down. If I'm not mistaken, he took off the heads of the two shovels and the wooden stick, right?"

"It seems... yes."

The two sneered in unison and looked at the two wicked people in front of them who added 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 turned out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

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

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain to eat. It's so hard that we don't have to practice today."

Mo Lin flew down, followed by Xia Tianwu. Today, her clothes are no longer white with dark flowers, but with colorful embroidery of hundreds of flowers and butterflies. The red plum blossoms on her head also add some popularity to her.

Lin Du looked at her a few more times.

When Xia Tianwu looked at him with doubtful eyes, he gently praised, "Red plums go well with ice and snow."

"It goes well with 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 alchemy more, and the medicine lead is not used like this."

"This writer must have never learned alchemy."

Lin Du was rarely stupefied, "You're right."

She really hasn't learned it.

How did the second nephew who was so cold and devoted to alchemy become the love-minded person in the plot?

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

"But it's indeed a fallacy. According to the method in the book, after the little grass demon is pregnant, the fetus is taken as medicine. Although the medicinal power is improved, the person who takes it will be entangled with resentment when the evil power of the fierce creature is fed back. Even... the fetus is possessed."

"No matter which alchemy practitioner, even the evil demon who eats human essence and blood, can't do such a useless thing."

Lin Du's eyes flickered, "Is it?"

"Yes, if it's not made up by the author, then the little wolf demon is really stupid." Xia Tianwu

said indifferently.

"But speaking of it, the IQ of wolves themselves is not high, and their brains are so small, it's normal for them to be stupid."

Lin Du nodded, it's good, it's good to be a little stupid.

He had no idea that he was being scolded.

A group of people entered the private room that had been reserved long ago, a total of six people, and the waiter came up to take orders.

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

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

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

The waiter who could always hold the tea steadily and not change his expression even if someone smashed the shop, his hands were shaking, and the cups and cups trembled and made a crisp sound.

"One hundred, twenty plates? Are all the masters of the Supreme Sect coming to eat this year? Is this private room too small?"

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

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

"Tell me, how many 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... Tianzi No. 1 Private Room, 120 plates. The young masters said they are hungry, urgent, hurry up."

The chef cursed and chopped the wood with his knife, "Let them do it themselves, let them do it themselves! 120 plates, you want to kill me, right?"

"Are there 120 people in the Supreme Sect?"

"Oh, there are six of them."

Seeing the panic shift, the waiter was happy.

"How many?"

"Six."

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