Doomsday Pavilion

Then Huang Dashan was treated as a dog thief who had been simmering in his anger and brushing his plate all morning. Well, I also blame him for offending sister Da Yue Hung last time.

Why?

Isn't it robbed?

Even if the boss never pays a job, you are bald and want to usurp the throne?

Why are you so cheap?

Is there any humanity?

When Shan Ye was pressed on the ground, he was still trying to emphasize,

"I...no...I am not bald..."

Well, people suspected that the seventh-order Hong Dashan pressed the bottom of the box to Prince Huang, and there was no need to rely on baldness to become stronger.

In other words, since the last time Shan Ye gnawed the durian incident, the characteristic of Shan Ye baldness has disappeared, making the evolving people who come and go on the mountain very uncomfortable.

I feel that life has lost its meaning, and the shining light of hope in the crowd is nothing.

Even Yu Shanye himself has a deep obsession with hair, and has been thinking about whether he should be bald again...

Remember who was the barber who initialized the bald head of Lord Shan?

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To be more precise, the aftermath of a fight between Leng Han and Da Yue Xiong, the firepower thief was strong enough.

Just say that this bald person is not respectable. Is this a high-end hairstyle that can be done by a hair stylist in the base city??

Therefore, Shan Ye was actually still hesitating.

In his own words, for a person with status like your Grandpa Dashan, even a casual hairstyle must have a deeper meaning!

The person who is more anxious than him is actually Su Yourong——

"There should be a fundamental difference between pan molds with and without hair, right?"

"The one with hair and the one without hair seem to be completely two species."

"But why isn't it clearly reflected on the pan mold?"

"Am I right to use a pan?"

"Maybe I should try another pot..."

Thoughts like this hovered in Su Yourong's little head, eager to try.

However, it is a pity that Da Yue Xiong and her are still in the stage of "contradictions among the people", and the sister group is a bit disintegrating.

Chi only turned a blind eye to the pan that Su Yourong handed over, and didn't intend to help the little thing increase the number of collections.

"It's alright, don't mess around!" Lin Chou said helplessly, "Master Shan has experience, find a decent stone and chisel a useful millstone out, and Chi will only be responsible for grinding it for a while. I can't do it patiently."

Chi just thought about it, and felt that what the boss said was really reasonable, so he finally agreed to let Huang Dashan go.

In fact, Huang Moumou, who is up to the sixth rank, is simply vulnerable, even weaker than when he was not promoted. This was only well experienced when he beat Huang Moumou last time.

"Oh, boring!"

Chi only left a word and left.

Shan Ye pitifully crawled out of the dirt, his face was a strangely colored juice made of grass and dirt.

Chi Chi's weird power and natural fighting skills, Shan Ye can also parry one or two, but the ground cannot. After Shan Ye was thrown to the ground in twos and twos, more than half of his directly beaten body sank under the ground. I went, looking really embarrassed.

"Ma Maipi, when is this Nima a leader..."

Shan Ye cried out to hit Tianqu.

He is reluctant to use skills such as "Calling Queen" to deal with himself, but if he doesn't show some real skills, he can't even beat the dogs on this mountain...

What is sad reminder, sad reminder is the shape of Huang Dashan himself!

Lin Chou calmly said that Lord Shan, first move that half-dead mentality aside, and we still have business to do.

"Oh oh..."

Shan Ye immediately ran to carry the stone and chisel the millstone, while Lin Chou was busy soaking beans, and then fermenting the stinky amaranth to make the marinade of stinky tofu.

The essence of the smell of stinky tofu is all in it, and the rest is just the length of the soaking time. Fortunately, Lin Chou has a bug produced by the system of ice bellows, which can completely turn a pot of new brine into an old one.

After making it, Lin Chou tentatively sniffed it, and immediately shrank his neck to seal the pot of brine several layers away.

The senses of smell and taste of cooks are all precious things. If you can toss them less, you should not toss them a little, so as not to be damaged by too much stimulation.

In fact, for ordinary people at the bottom of Mingguang, grinding soy milk to make tofu at home is a very common thing. When you have beans and have time, they are happy to make a few pieces of tofu by yourself. After all, this thing is cheap and cheap. Nutritious and hungry, especially rich in protein.

How to do it, even the fellow Huang Dashan can say so much...

"Hey!"

Shan Ye put the millstone down on the ground and carried a few buckets of water to wash the stone scum and dust on it. He even witty inlaid a huge square stone base on the ground under the mill, with an area of ​​8X8. People can stand directly on this platform and operate.

"Come on, this grinding disc will be used exclusively for grinding beans in the future."

Shan Ye's aesthetics is really not appreciated by most people, there is a saying-big is good.

Well, this sentence can perfectly describe all the pursuits of Lord Shan.

This grinding disc, the diameter of the donkey pulled by Bitma is more than twice as wide...

You must know that the diameter of a normal-sized donkey pulling mill is about 80 cm. The ancient one with a diameter of more than three feet six inches (1.2 meters) already requires three horses to pull at the same time~

Lin Chou's mouth twitched.

According to the size of this grinding disc, 100 kilograms of beans may not stand it for 10 minutes.

"How about it, Shan Ye, my craftsmanship is not bad? Although it is not as exquisite as the stone pot you often make in the field, the depth and angle of your Kangkangzhao's grinding teeth are definitely the most suitable and beautiful!"

Lin Chou smiled and said,

"Why, have you really done this thing before?"

Indeed, looking at the neatly sharpened teeth that are divided into six large circles inside and outside, people with no experience can't do this at all.

"When I was a child, there was such a big mill at home," Shan Ye said, "but that mill is driven by water power. It is the best one in a dozen alleys nearby. It doesn't stop every day. My neighbors all come to our house to grind grain, and the ground rice noodles can be eaten directly, you know, Bei Erxiang."

Lin Chou opened his arms and measured it.

"No wonder you got such a big guy, but don't you think something is missing from it?"

Shan Ye scratched his head,

"Well, it seems something is wrong..."

Lin Chou sighed,

"Go, cut out two holes on both sides of the upper plate again, without even inserting the lever, what do you use to polish?

"..."

Shan Ye's embarrassed face flushed.

He just thought about making a polish in the shape of the former home mill, looking beautiful and using it, and forgot about it at all.