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Chapter 17 Mohist Workshop

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    Mo Xuan let one stand outside the stone house and waited. He opened the curtain and walked into the stone house. Suddenly, a heat wave hit his face, and the temperature inside was at least 50 degrees.

    A three-meter-high large iron stove stands in the middle of the stone house, and a hollow iron pipe is connected to the chimney.

    More than 20 Erlangs of the Mo family went into battle shirtless, sweating profusely, carrying charcoal and iron ore back and forth.

    "The temperature has dropped. Hurry up and add charcoal. Hurry up the blower! Put the iron ore into categories, third uncle, you put the wrong grid! Move quickly. Oh, eighth uncle, don't knock anymore, it's enough, let's put water quickly  Cool it in the tank." Mo Que'er commanded swiftly, dripping with sweat.

    Is it the little bird?  Mo Xuan blinked in surprise, and called Mo Que'er.

    "Grandfather, are you back? When I finish my work, this furnace of steel will be ready soon." Mo Que'er nodded to Mo Xuan and continued to work.

    Mo Xuan circled around very curiously, and found that everything in the stone house was orderly, a one-stop assembly line, not bad!

    Mo Xuan walked over to the refined ironware. There were kitchen knives, chopping knives, hoes, and rakes. There were not many types.

    "Grandpa, you're back!" Mo Ming wiped his face with a black towel, then picked up a kitchen knife and handed it to Mo Xuan cheerfully, "Grandpa, look at the kitchen knife made by our family.  Be careful, this knife is fast, a little force will break the marble cutting board!"

    Mo Xuan took the kitchen knife suspiciously, and it was very convenient. The blade could almost be used as a mirror, and it was quite thick. When he made a slight gesture of cutting, he didn't expect the blade to break through the air.  Mo Xuan's expression changed, he pulled out a hair of Mo Ming's hair, and blew it on the blade, the hair broke into two easily.

    Mo Xuan fainted, is this a kitchen knife?  The Dragon Slaying Knife is nothing more than that!  Fortunately, Qingyuan Xiaoxianjie doesn't need to fight, and there are no bandits or bandits, otherwise this would be a peerless weapon to harvest human lives!

    Mo Que'er had been busy for a while, and ran to Mo Xuan with a flushed face, and said proudly: "Grandfather, what do you think of the knives I refined? The main reason is that the materials are quite limited, otherwise there are no knives.  It will be stewed like this."

    Mo Xuan gave Xiao Que'er a big roll of his eyes, and said speechlessly: "Little Que'er, you must know too much. A kitchen knife should look like a kitchen knife. You don't use a cutting board to cut tofu with your kitchen knife."

    Mo Que'er blinked, originally she was full of joy and was waiting to be praised, but she didn't think so!  Mo Que'er pouted a little aggrievedly and said, "Isn't the kitchen knife just as fast as possible?"

    "You girl!" Mo Xuan shook his head and said, "That's right, but have you ever thought about what will happen if you accidentally cut your hand with your kitchen knife so fast?"

    Mo Que'er's face froze. If this cuts the hand, the fingers will definitely be cut off. This this

    "Or what if a child accidentally cut someone while playing with a kitchen knife?" Mo Xuan asked.

    Mo Que'er's face turned pale, this Mo Que'er couldn't help lowering her proud little head.

    "Little Que'er, I'm not blaming you. Moderation is good in everything. A kitchen knife is a kitchen knife. As long as it can bring out the best effect of a kitchen knife, it's a good kitchen knife. If it's overdone, it's not a good kitchen knife."

    Mo Que'er nodded humbly, accepting the teaching with humility.

    Mo Xuan asked again: "By the way, have these knives been sold?"

    Mo Ming replied truthfully: "We went to sell in the county half a month ago. We sold twelve firewood knives, and six kitchen knives were bought by the butcher shop. The rest are for our own use."

    Mo Xuan nodded, and said: "The knives at home should be brought back to grind and stew, and this batch of knives is the same. The kitchen knives for ordinary vegetables should be stewed, and the knives for cutting meat and chopping bones should be sharper. It doesn't matter. By the way, a  Ink characters create a brand effect."

    Both Mo Que'er and Mo Ming blinked inexplicably, what's the effect?

    "I'll go out." Mo Xuan's expression changed, and a gust of wind blew out of the stone house, and he saw a baby sitting on the ground crying loudly, with a big paw print on his chest, and the rest of the babies hid far away.  With lingering fear, he looked at the one who held his head proudly.

    Mo Xuan helped the crying baby up from the ground, and stroked his chest, but luckily there was no serious problem.

    Mo Xuan found that his temper was a bit smelly, which was different from the gentle Xiao Ba.

    Mo Xuan put the crying baby on one of his backs, and the baby soon stopped crying.  The gazes of the other little babies suddenly became eager again, and they leaned forward.

    Yiyi shook her body, shaking Xiaowa off her back.  Mo Xuan hurriedly caught Xiaowa, and gave her a sideways look, why is she so unobtrusive.

    One is still going its own way, holding its head high.?I held my head up and walked slowly to visit my new home, tsk tsk, this new home is spacious and bright, unlike the dilapidated bird nest before, it is difficult to stretch your wings!  The new owner is really rich!  One proudly held his head up, walked around the new home like a lion patrolling his territory, and was extremely satisfied. This kind of house is worthy of the heroic and handsome Lao Tzu!

    One took a nice bath in the bathtub, shook off the water drops, and then lay down on the big warm bed that Xiao Ba worked so hard to make in the bedroom. Turning over, he found two jugs of fine wine that Xiao Ba had hidden in the corner.  One cheerfully lifted its seal, and stuck its long pointed beak in to drink, it was so beautiful!

    Xiaoba can only watch from a distance, that is a delicious snack I hid!  Does the master not like me anymore? Why did this vicious guy come in? Although I was lonely and lonely before, my life was always comfortable and unrestrained.  Now that such a product has arrived, how will life be in the future!

    Xiao Ba managed to make it to meal time.

    Mo Xuan was busy having dinner with his family, and casually stuffed two grade-D meteorite black hearts and a bag of spiritual grains into the beast control bag.

    One drank up two jars of fine wine and became tipsy.  Hearing the movement, he wandered out of the bedroom, and saw a bag of spiritual grains and two meteorite cores that fell on the ground, and Xiao Ba wandering past.

    It's against you!  One got angry, flapping its wings and rushing towards the little Bayi Tong Haibian, flapping and flapping with its steel-like wings, kicking fiercely with its tough and powerful long legs, and pecking with its long beak like an iron gun!

    Xiao Ba covered his body with his tentacles extremely aggrieved, I just went to eat, what are you doing?

    The clay figurine is still angry, not to mention the devil devouring beast Xiaoba!

    But thinking that the master had told him to get along well, Xiao Ba could only bear with it, and slowly retreated to the corner.

    One blocked Xiao Ba in a corner and beat Hai Bian hard, like a boxer hitting a sandbag, refreshing!

    One hiccupped and left the bruised and muddy little Ba, walked triumphantly and grabbed the bag of spiritual grains, tsk tsk, the scent of the grains could be smelled through the bag, it must be high-quality spiritual grains,  I'm lucky today.

    One took another look at the cores of the two D-level meteorites on the ground, darling, this is such a treasure!  Not one of them was spared, and the two D-level meteorite cores were also moved back to the bedroom. They were placed on the bed and used as pillows, with their legs crossed, and they ate the Linggu happily, and then drank some wine, humming, and being happy.  .

    Xiaoba watched sadly, watched helplessly, feeling extremely wronged and aggrieved.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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