To be honest, his monk robe didn't seem to be stained with half a star of dust, and it really did not match the fireworks in the stove. As he approached the hearth, even the fire shrank a little bit smaller.
Shitou Zhang couldn't imagine what Xuan Min was thinking, but just from the look of emotion, it shouldn't be such a pleasant thing. So he didn't dare to disturb him by speaking at this stall, and politely invited this one out, so he and Jiang Shining waited with wide-eyed eyes.
Fortunately, although Xuan Min was sometimes unreasonable, he was much better than Xue Xian's deliberately looking for fun. The pigskin glue in the pot was boiled until it made a gurgling sound, pulling Xuan Min back. He didn't say any more, just glanced at the hearth again and said, "The fire is too low."
Without even looking at Shi Shizhang and Jiang Shining, they walked out of the kitchen.
The hem of the snow-white monk's robe swept past the door and disappeared.
Shitou Zhang sighed: "I'm suffocated to death. I'm getting old, and I really can't stand the shock. My heart is beating so fast..."
Jiang Shining secretly took a breath and added grass to the hearth without saying a word.
"But this master is really powerful, how can he be able to do anything?" Shito Zhang thought of this, it was still a little strange, "It's like this thing—"
He pouted the pigskin glue in the pot, "It's just this kind of mask, no one in our area thinks about it. I was taken to the Liangzhou area by an old man, and I only met once by fate, there. Near the pass, there are a lot of people and chores. Some people have to learn this kind of manual work in order to save their lives. Just these things, you can't save them with a few years and experience. I'm not saying... This master is young, even if he is capable , at this age, the people who have run across are limited, how does he save the goods in his stomach?"
In fact, let alone Shizhang, Jiang Shining sometimes feels the same emotion, always feeling that Xuan Min's insight and calmness have far exceeded what he should have at his age...
Shi Shizhang, a middle-aged man, had no other fun. Speaking of this kind of spy experience, he had eight heads. He looked into the yard and said in a low voice, "Just the ancestor named Xue, When I run into this master, sometimes I have an inexplicable advantage, just like today, I see that the ancestor seems to be walking around the master. Hey, think about it, a twenty-year-old man can control a real dragon? Really? Dragon, how old is that!"
This broken mouth babbled, like a bald sparrow with eight mouths open, he said so, and then muttered, "Oh, by the way, how old is the ancestor?"
Jiang Shining rubbed his ears that were buzzing constantly, and said angrily, "Ghosts don't know."
Although Shi Shizhang didn't understand why Xuanmin knew how to make this kind of mask, he still strictly followed what he said, heated up the fire a bit, and waited for another moment.
He fished out the glue, ran into the yard with a whirring bump against the hot bowl, and put the bowl on the table with a bang, pinching his ears and jumping his feet, "Okay, what about the other ingredients?"
Fang Cheng put all the bits and pieces that he had found on the table. The ones that should be chopped were chopped up, the ones that were supposed to grind the juice had been crushed, and the ones that had to be cooked were like cooking.
Shi Shizhang didn't delay, and got busy on the spot.
Others were a little curious about this, but after all, this was a delicate job, and they were afraid of disturbing Shitou Zhang, so most of them stayed close to each other, didn't discuss or ask much, and just watched silently.
Xue Xian thought it was quite interesting. It was not that he had never heard of the so-called human skin mask before, but this was the first time he had seen it made by himself. But because of some inconvenient things, he always sits for a long time—
Every time he saw Xuan Min, he would roll his chair and run away, sometimes going to the front hall to find trouble for the twin brothers, and sometimes going to harass the beggars. So much so that while he was cowardly hiding from people, he still sneered in his heart: I don't feel at ease watching a lively event!
After running around like this, he naturally didn't watch the whole process of making the human skin mask. When he came back after a big circle, Shito Zhang was already half of it, and he was just out of shape. The little beggar was still sick on the bed, and half of his face was still described as terrifying, making it inconvenient to touch.
At this time, Shi Shizhang, a craftsman, showed his strengths. He walked in and stared at the good half of the little beggar's face for a long time, as if he had memorized every detail of her cheek, and then stared at the ruined half of his face and made a false gesture.
When he came out again, he had already made up his mind to adjust the mold...
This is probably the most expensive and time-consuming process.
After a long time, Stone Zhang revealed the finished product, but it was not what Xue Xian imagined.