Chapter: 9029
Seeing Han Sanqian's somewhat mysterious look, Xiaonu was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, followed by a helpless smile: "Looking at what Brother Sanqian means, you are planning to betray him again."
"Right?"
"Haha." Han Sanqian laughed awkwardly as Xiaonu read through his thoughts.
Indeed, there are some things that Han Sanqian does not need to say, and he needs to do so in terms of tactical arrangements.
But there are some things that Han Sanqian himself doesn't have a clue about, so if he says it, it will be in vain.
"Let's go see if they need help killing chickens." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the backyard.
Xiaonu nodded and followed Queer and Han Sanqian.
When the group arrived at the backyard, Lianhua and the old village chief were already busy, and all the blood from more than a dozen roosters had been taken out.
Very efficient and fast.
"Mr. Han, the chicken blood is almost ready."
The old village chief said as he covered the bucket of blood with a layer of black cloth. Of course, the cover is not used to block sunlight. There is no sunlight at night. Its main function is to isolate the air to prevent the blood from coagulating quickly.
"There is cinnabar in the house. You take the bucket over and I'll get some soil." The old village chief said with a smile.
Although soil can be found everywhere in the village, this kind of thing is actually selective. He needs a very fine soil. People who have stayed in the village for a long time may know where to find this kind of fine soil, but those who have never stayed in the village will basically find it impossible.
That is the mud on the roof steps under the eaves.
Because the eaves steps are used in building a house, the soil will be deliberately tempered repeatedly in advance. After being piled into steps, the soil here will slowly be protected from rain by the eaves, but because it is located under the eaves It is rarely stepped on, so the soil there maintains a certain degree of dryness and softness.
Once cracked open, the dirt is like flour, with distinct grains.
The old village chief collected a handful of dustpans and brought them in.
Afterwards, he took out some cinnabar from the box and found a larger wooden barrel. After putting all the cinnabar into the bucket, he put a dustpan of soil into it.
Almost at the same time, the old village chief picked up the bucket containing chicken blood.
"I estimate that this bucket of chicken blood can be converted into about two large buckets of materials."
It was much better than Han Sanqian had imagined. After all, such a huge bucket was actually enough for the village to use for at least several months.
Watching the village chief put everything in one by one and then mix it, Han Sanqian also watched patiently. Although the old village chief was there, the cautious Han Sanqian still had to remember exactly how to mix the ingredients. Chu.
He must be on guard against the moment when the old village chief is not around and he can blend this material on his own.
Ten minutes later, two large buckets full of red materials had been blended out. JrNovels.com
"Right?"
"Haha." Han Sanqian laughed awkwardly as Xiaonu read through his thoughts.
Indeed, there are some things that Han Sanqian does not need to say, and he needs to do so in terms of tactical arrangements.
But there are some things that Han Sanqian himself doesn't have a clue about, so if he says it, it will be in vain.
"Let's go see if they need help killing chickens." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the backyard.
Xiaonu nodded and followed Queer and Han Sanqian.
When the group arrived at the backyard, Lianhua and the old village chief were already busy, and all the blood from more than a dozen roosters had been taken out.
Very efficient and fast.
"Mr. Han, the chicken blood is almost ready."
The old village chief said as he covered the bucket of blood with a layer of black cloth. Of course, the cover is not used to block sunlight. There is no sunlight at night. Its main function is to isolate the air to prevent the blood from coagulating quickly.
"There is cinnabar in the house. You take the bucket over and I'll get some soil." The old village chief said with a smile.
Although soil can be found everywhere in the village, this kind of thing is actually selective. He needs a very fine soil. People who have stayed in the village for a long time may know where to find this kind of fine soil, but those who have never stayed in the village will basically find it impossible.
That is the mud on the roof steps under the eaves.
Because the eaves steps are used in building a house, the soil will be deliberately tempered repeatedly in advance. After being piled into steps, the soil here will slowly be protected from rain by the eaves, but because it is located under the eaves It is rarely stepped on, so the soil there maintains a certain degree of dryness and softness.
Once cracked open, the dirt is like flour, with distinct grains.
The old village chief collected a handful of dustpans and brought them in.
Afterwards, he took out some cinnabar from the box and found a larger wooden barrel. After putting all the cinnabar into the bucket, he put a dustpan of soil into it.
Almost at the same time, the old village chief picked up the bucket containing chicken blood.
"I estimate that this bucket of chicken blood can be converted into about two large buckets of materials."
It was much better than Han Sanqian had imagined. After all, such a huge bucket was actually enough for the village to use for at least several months.
Watching the village chief put everything in one by one and then mix it, Han Sanqian also watched patiently. Although the old village chief was there, the cautious Han Sanqian still had to remember exactly how to mix the ingredients. Chu.
He must be on guard against the moment when the old village chief is not around and he can blend this material on his own.
Ten minutes later, two large buckets full of red materials had been blended out. JrNovels.com
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