After dinner, Zhou Qingfeng called the logistics staff in his team and collectively learned how to cook from Xili. Whoever does not learn seriously will whip. The idiot who can't learn it must have no other use. Drive away.
Uncle Zhou even wondered if he wanted to give Xi Li a black and white lace maid outfit, wearing long stockings, and tying flowers on her head. The recyclable garbage he obtained from the e-commerce plane really contained similar clothing.
"Is this also a punishment for me?" Xili lowered her head, "Let a noble elf, with an appearance of extreme shame, do a lowly job. Vicious and cruel master, I know you will not have any mercy on me. . But I will not resist."
When I heard that I was going to teach people to cook, the elf maid was pitiful. She cried even more when she heard that she was still wearing a maid costume. Uncle Zhou is going crazy.
"Revolutionary work does not distinguish between high and low, okay? Cooking food is a very serious job, why is it low? In my eyes, even picking up dung is very glorious." Zhou Qingfeng felt that he could be considered as such. I'm bitter.
"Pick big dung?" Xili screamed, even more humiliated and more miserable.
"Horrible and vicious master, how dark is your heart? How embarrassing is that you want me to pick up dung? It's more terrible than death. Well, this is a punishment for me, and I won't resist. After all. I'm just a humble elf."
If Xi Li could cry, I'm afraid she is already crying.
'Jiying' just came back from the forging yard and poked out his huge head cheerfully from outside the house. The Skeleton Warhorse was originally very happy, but when he heard this, he was shocked and said in his heart...
"The master is more evil than the demon lord of the abyss. He actually came up with a way of'picking dung' to torture people. Fortunately, I'm just a horse, otherwise... Wait, just in case he lets me also that day Pulling a cart emits foul-smelling human waste."
Thinking of the tragedy of'pull dung', even if it is ferocious, terrifying, and violent like an abyssal demon horse, it can't help its feet languish. "Jiying" has all become undead. It is said that there will be no fear of this kind of psychology, but it still feels like the end is coming.
Hillie sobbed, turned and left.
Zhou Qingfeng could only hurriedly stepped forward to hold his maid, and said with a sullen expression: "I was wrong, I was wrong. Xili, I said the wrong thing. But please don't be so weak, okay? I just A metaphor is not to make you really pick dung."
Xili was still sad, "false and cunning master, are you deliberately lying to deceive me to better serve you? Okay, I accept your apology, after all, I'm just a..."
To shut up!
Zhou Qingfeng finally got on fire, and pointed out the door with a straight face, "Don't play tricks of crying, it's enough. Go and teach the selected villagers how to cook food. Now you are a golem that doesn't need to rest. Use your time. Do more work."
Oh... Xili was frightened by the severe order. She was stunned for a few seconds, stopped talking nonsense, and turned around to prepare to start a cooking evening school—in fact, she was teaching the logistics chef how to cook big pot meals.
After dealing with Xili, Zhou Qingfeng squeezed his head and was finally able to go to rest. Before going to bed, he also ordered Jiying to walk around the village at night, "Anyway, you are an undead who doesn't need a rest. You can work as a guard and guard."
"Master, you are really evil enough. You let your horse go to the sentry, but you sleep."'Jiying' nagging, like a rant, "Don't you feel uneasy in your heart?"
"No matter how much you talk nonsense, I will let you shut up forever." Zhou Qingfeng banged the bedroom door and moved his tired body to bed-leading the team to capture the jackal's lair. He didn't have a good rest on the way, so tonight I can finally Have a good night's sleep.
In the past, there was no reliable subordinate, Zhou Qingfeng slept with fear, for fear that someone would come in and kill him in the middle of the night. Even if no one came to assassinate, he was worried that the improvised'Allied Forces' would have some moths in the middle of the night.
With the nature of those adventurers in the Black Forest, accidents are normal, not accidents are miracles.
And now, there is finally a group of allies sharing the work and responsibilities. There are even two more reliable'servants' around him to be driven.
The best thing is that a golem, a dead horse, they do not need to sleep or pay. For Uncle Zhou, who is struggling with money, I don’t know how easy it is to worry!
Although a self-pity, crying. A piece of nonsense, nagging. But they are obedient, obedient, and outstanding!
With these two advantages, Zhou Qingfeng would call "Amitabha Buddha" to thank God.
Whoops, I can finally have a good rest. Get a good night's sleep, and you will have to figure out how to deal with the monster tide when you get up tomorrow.
When Zhou Qingfeng was lying on the bed, in the dormitory of the forging yard, Martin, a believer of the "king of blacksmiths", was sitting in front of the oil lamp in a daze.
Powell looked at him and asked with a heavy thought: "Martin, do you think the price for the undead horse today is reasonable?"
Martin fell on the wooden bed, his hands soft and shook his head tiredly, "I don't know, and I can't understand. Why would a horse ran out to sell the design drawings of the wind forging machine."
"Will this be a scam?"
"Have you ever seen a horse come out to lie?"
"never seen it."
"Should we buy it?"
"Five hundred gold coins, can you pay?"
"Maybe we can pool the money."
The two discussed for a while but were afraid to make a decision. Only in the middle of the night, Jiying, who was walking around the outposts, ran to the forging yard dormitory, and his horse hooves hit the door.
Powell and Martin were very thoughtful and were immediately awakened. In the dark night, I heard a deliberately lowered voice outside the door asking: "Hey, here is the secret of the forging machine, what do you think? Five hundred gold coins, a full set of drawings, not expensive at all."
Being drunk in the middle of the night for this purpose, the two people in the house were shocked and sweated. They opened the door cautiously, and saw the undead with burning eyes staring outside.
According to the adventurous way of writing, this righteous human will have to fight an evil undead. But Powell was rather weak and looked around to see the movement outside the door.
"Jiying" said impatiently: "Don't look, just me. Everyone is not a good person, so don't pretend. If you want to steal the highest secrets of Harmony Village, just pay for it right away."
Having never seen such a straightforward undead, Powell and Martin didn't know what to say, they were surprised. They had been in contact with this horse during the day, and they knew that the other party actually came again at night.
"Oh..., you don't have to worry too much. I often sell intelligence in the village. You can ask someone to ask. I am the most fair and just, never deceive, let alone report. As long as You give money, everything is easy to say."
'Jiying' took a cloth bag from his back, "The drawing of the forging machine you want is here, and you can sell it for 500 gold coins. If you don't buy it now, the price will increase in the future."
Powell and Martin looked at each other again—everything in this village looked strange.