Chapter 17 Cellar, Soap, and Son

Almost every household in Tiger Head City, including the villages and settlements outside it, had a cellar.

The Yan Kingdom was located in the north of the Central Plains, and the Beifeng County was in the north of the Yan Kingdom, so the winters here were relatively long. In autumn, people needed to store vegetables, fruits, and grains for nearly four to six months, and the best and most cost-effective way to do this was through cellaring.

There was also a large cellar under the front house, because it needed to store not only the food needed by the Hyena Gang members and the human tickets, but also some gold, silver, and wealth.

However, this cellar had been emptied a few days ago.

More than a dozen barbarian slaves were working here, busy with various tasks, and there were many large pots and utensils.

Blind Man Bei walked in front with a lantern, and Xue San dragged his three legs slowly behind him.

The two passed a series of downward steps and entered the cellar.

On one side of the cellar wall, some letters were written in chalk, left by A Ming.

2nahCo+Ca(oh)====CaCo+2naoh+2ho………

"Heh, looks pretty advanced."

Xue San smiled as he looked at the chemical equation above.

"Just high school chemistry." Blind Man Bei said calmly.

"Alright, you won't even dare to time-travel if you don't study chemistry well in the future."

"Yeah, that's definitely the case." Blind Man Bei pointed around and said, "Recently, A Ming may be spending more time with the master as a blackboard. You'll be temporarily responsible for what he was originally in charge of here.

"Soap can already be made, and the perfume distillation and extraction technology is already in place. Keep a close eye on these barbarian slaves.

"Better to kill the wrong one than to let one go."

"Got it, I understand."

Soap and perfume were related to the future development of the inn, so naturally, there could be no mistakes. Right now, it was only because there were not enough people that they had to use these barbarian slaves taken from the Hyena Gang as laborers.

"Alright, in two days, the first batch of goods should be sufficient. I'll go to Tuman City to find a large merchant house and see if I can subcontract it directly."

"Not a steady stream of income?"

"Let's make quick money. After the first batch of goods is released, we can start preparing to recruit and form cavalry. At that time, we may have to send someone to the desert again."

"The penal colony that Fan Li mentioned?"

"Let's keep an eye on it for now. It's not completely certain yet."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on this place and there won't be any problems."

"I'm relieved when you handle things. If there are any problems, find A Ming."

"Okay, got it. Aren't you annoyed by nagging so much?"

"Actually, if the master could improve his cultivation by leaps and bounds, we wouldn't have to bother so much."

"Leaps and bounds is too difficult. A torrent of progress is something we can strive for."

"Alright, you can dispose of that piece of paper yourself. I'll go up first."

"Okay."

Watching Blind Man Bei walk up the steps with the lantern and leave the cellar,

Xue San silently sat down against the wall.

He knew,

This was actually a kind of assignment, and also a kind of warning.

"What are you looking at? Get to work, or you won't have any food to eat!"

Xue San pointed at these barbarian slaves and roared.

Then,

He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled a breath,

Muttering:

"Tch, looks like he wants to be the boss, huh? An old 404."

"Better than you eunuch."

Blind Man Bei's voice suddenly sounded in Xue San's heart.

Xue San's old face turned red, and he immediately said:

"Damn it, don't you give people any privacy!"

"Sorry, just forgot to turn it off, now closing, again…………"

Xue San snorted and said:

"Stinky blind man."

"Dead…………cripple…………"

"…………" Xue San.

…

At the edge of the hot spring, Zheng Fan soaked in the pool. The obvious pain on his body had disappeared, but from time to time he felt like he was carsick, as if he had become a bottle filled with half a cup of water, and it started clanging as soon as he moved a little.

A towel covered his face, imagining that he was already dead.

"Squeak…"

Si Niang walked in with a fruit plate, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Walking to the edge of the hot spring, Si Niang sat down, holding a washed grape in her hand, peeling it open.

Then, she gently lifted a corner of the towel on Zheng Fan's face, and Zheng Fan also opened his mouth, taking the grape into his mouth.

"Master, do you like to eat grapes?"

Zheng Fan responded in his throat.

"It's a pity, these grapes are a little big."

"What I'm talking about is milk-flavored grapes, similar to milk-flavored sweetcorn."

"Okay, I'm not pure."

"Master, are you tired?"

"Yeah…"

"Is it because we're putting too much pressure on you?"

"No, I felt like I had a fever today from the evil aura. I'm not very comfortable."

"Then, how about I give you a massage?"

"No need, I'll soak for a while longer and then go to sleep. I have to go to class tomorrow, so no massage tonight. I didn't get beaten up anyway."

"Alright, then Master, please rest early. I'll take my leave first."

Si Niang slowly got up, walked out the door, and turned to close the door.

At the moment of closing the door,

A hint of worry appeared on Si Niang's face.

Although the master was an ordinary person, and lived as an ordinary person until adulthood, herself and the others were, after all, comic characters created by the master.

A creator who could immerse himself in horror comics until death and never let go must have a lonely and sensitive heart.

The blind man didn't tell the master the truth, but because we were eager to improve our strength again, it seemed that we were putting too much pressure on the master.

Si Niang bit her upper lip. She really wanted to go in and explain these things to the master, but after hesitating, she didn't push the door open again.

All the worries turned into a soft sigh. Si Niang turned around, her figure disappearing into the night.

…………

In fact, Zheng Fan didn't have much sentimentality in his heart.

Because from the beginning, his positioning of himself was very accurate.

For example, although these six subordinates seemed to be trying to please him every day, it was like the principal organizing a "parade" before the end of student military training just to have some fun.

The students collectively shouted "Hello, Principal," and the principal waved his hand, pretending to be important, and shouted, "Students, you've worked hard."

In fact, who really takes who seriously in their hearts?

If Zheng Fan really put himself in the supreme position of "Master," he would have let Si Niang be his concubine long ago.

As for them forcing him, Zheng Fan felt it, but he didn't feel much resentment. Suffering a little and enduring a little bit, as long as he could improve his strength, Zheng Fan thought it was worth it.

It would be strange if a leader who could only stand behind and watch his subordinates charge forward while he stood by and shouted "666" could have the confidence to be truly respected.

It's the same reason young people tell their parents that they want independence and freedom. When you don't need to rely on your parents for support and can even support them in the opposite direction, you will naturally be free.

It's just that,

There was a little bit of melancholy.

It seemed that it was still during the first few days when he had just woken up in the inn that everyone got along with a sense of kinship, as if they were all fellow sufferers. But now, that kind of feeling seemed to be slowly fading.

But the road was his own choice. Since he chose to walk this road, sentimentality was really a burden.

"Ahhhhhh…………"

Zheng Fan whispered "roar."

Then,

His gaze turned to the stone floating in front of him again.

Every day, when he took a bath, he would bring it with him and put it in the pool, and also put a towel on it.

"Pa!"

Zheng Fan kicked the stone to the other side of the hot spring.

Before long, the stone slowly floated back with the towel draped over it.

"It's all you. Why haven't you come out yet?"

Zheng Fan was really a little tired.

*The Devil Pill* was the best work in his studio. It was the result of his own efforts. In the current world, the Devil Pill was his direct descendant!

But for some reason, this direct descendant sealed himself in a stone and refused to come out.

If the Devil Pill was there, even if it didn't fawn over him, even if it was cold to him,

When he faced Blind Man Bei and the others,

In his heart,

He would undoubtedly have a much stronger sense of confidence!

He reached out and picked up the stone, placing it in front of him.

In the past, he often heard colleagues say that their works were like their sons. At that time, he thought their metaphor was too pretentious.

Even if it was your own son, when he cried and made trouble and wouldn't listen, especially when you were staring at him to do his homework, you would often have the idea of ​​putting him back in.

But in this world, in this environment,

Compared to others,

Blind Man Bei's shrewdness, Xue San's wild talk, Liang Cheng's coldness, Si Niang's gentleness, Fan Li's foolishness, A Ming's tsundere attitude,

Their images,

Passed through Zheng Fan's mind one by one.

In the end,

He still felt a barrier between them.

"Alas, son..."

Zheng Fan felt his eyes were a little astringent and said with emotion:

"Dad misses you."

This voice was still somewhat suppressed.

Even in his own house, Zheng Fan didn't dare to shout loudly to vent his emotions.

He shook his head,

And threw the stone back into the hot spring.

Zheng Fan climbed out of the hot spring, picked up a dry towel nearby, wiped his body simply, and then went to rest on the bed behind.

After Zheng Fan left,

In the hot spring,

There was only a lonely stone floating there.

What Zheng Fan didn't see was that,

Not long after he left,

The water in the hot spring began to slowly turn black.

The originally warm pool water began to cool down rapidly, and even condensed some ice crystals.

If Si Niang or Xue San were in the room at this time,

They would definitely exclaim:

What a strong…

Killing intent!