MTL - Extraordinary Bloodline Integration-v2 Chapter 46 There are not many manuscripts to be saved, and there will be 5 updates, distressed

Old Bland was the concierge of the Albert House. Of course he was the concierge. In fact, like everyone else, he lost his house due to some incidents, and was taken in by the Albert House helplessly.

Perhaps unlike others, he was not taken in alone. Mrs. Bland also became a cook at the Albert House. Old Brand was perhaps the most optimistic about life than anyone else.

As for why he was taken in by the Albert House, it involved a gang lending. In order to treat his wife's illness, an old man finally lost all his house and savings to usury. The couple only had one set of clothes left. The story of sweeping the floor.

Old Bland thought that the days to come would be just like that, but since the arrival of the gorgeously dressed new priest, Albert House seems to have changed [slightly] a little bit.

First of all, the amount of food these days is abnormally sufficient, even meat. This is the treatment that has never been given since the death of Priest Albert. Although Sister Loni is a good person, it is too difficult for her to ask for donations.

The Albert House, which was supposed to be disbanded after the death of Priest Albert, has persisted until now with the funds that Sister Loni brought back from nowhere, but it is almost unable to hold on.

It turned out that it was just two days ago, or maybe three days ago. In short, after the young and gorgeously dressed priest came, there was no need to worry about food, and the children and his wife were dragged to talk about it. What makes ointments.

Looking at the dwarf engineering team who were replacing the gate, Old Brand felt that the world might be changing too fast.

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"Master Mo Cheng, I may not have heard what you said just now."

The dwarf engineer Justin picked his ears with a quill, and said with a surprised face: "You mean to rebuild the Albert House?"

"I'm sure, Mr. Justin." Mo Cheng smiled very brightly. When a person has nearly 700 golden griffins on his body, his confidence will be as thick as the golden griffins.

"The wooden structure above the Albert House has begun to rot. Instead of thinking about how to repair it, I prefer to rebuild it directly."

Mo Cheng took out the design drawing, which was a rough drawing after arguing with Roni all night: "My plan is to plan according to the above, three floors, plus an open space for a playground."

The picture is a U-shaped three-story building, and in front of the building is a runway playground with an outer circle about 200 meters long.

"This..." Justin held the picture, glanced imperceptibly at Loni who was behind Mo Cheng, and after seeing her nodding, he agreed, "No problem, this can be done."

At this time, Loni said, "There is no need to start construction at the cemetery of the Eastern Order. Don't disturb the rest of the long sleepers."

That's natural, Mo Cheng only intends to renovate this airtight and unprotected place, he doesn't intend to dig people's graves.

After handing over the map to Engineer Justin, Mo Cheng went straight to the house. After all, it takes time to overthrow and rebuild, even if the buildings in this world can use magic.

After Mo Cheng left, Justin waved the blueprint in his hand and said, "Sister Roni, are you sure you want us to follow that priest?"

Justin knew very well who was in charge here, at least he knew that the nun in front of him was by no means as weak and weak as she appeared on the surface.

Loni rubbed her temples in distress, she didn't expect that Mo Cheng planned to make so many disturbances in the first few days, "Follow what he said, and don't dig too deep for the foundation, don't see things you shouldn't see .”

Between the words, the eyes under the glasses were cold and cold.

Justin shivered, and said wittily: "Justin doesn't know anything, and he won't ask anything. Old Albert's secret Justin will rot in his stomach, Justin swears to Guanghui .”

"No." Loni narrowed her eyes slightly, her whole body was like a scythe for harvesting souls, "Remember, there are no secrets in the House of Albert."

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Entering the house, the first thing I heard was Mrs. Bland's angry voice, "The main point is the heat, the heat is just like making soup. Come, follow me and stir the soup slowly."

Among the people in the Albert House, the only one who can understand the essentials of Mo Cheng's production of the shimmer ointment is Mrs. Bland, who is the cook.

Other elderly people are either physically inconvenient, unable to understand the main points of what Mo Cheng said, or unable to remember the order of adding medicinal materials when cooking.

As for those children, they may not even be able to push the big spoon for stirring because they have just had enough food for a few days. It is a high-energy procedure that requires stirring for more than an hour.

When Mo Cheng entered the room, a wave of heat swept over first. Mrs. Bland was boiling the ointment, and the finished product was carried to the table ten steps away. The girls put a big pot of ointment Put into small clay pots.

The boys are divided into two teams, UU reading www.uukanshu. A team of com cleaned the purple blood vine and the used pot, and put the purple blood vine into a grinder to grind it into powder. The other team put the clay pots into boxes covered with hay and placed them neatly.

On the table, cleaning, and cooking pots, three pots in one room rotate, so that people can rest but the pot must be boiling ointment.

A small assembly line was born in this room.

Mo Cheng approached and persuaded: "Mrs. Bland, you can take a rest halfway, so you don't have to be so tired."

It's just that the chubby Mrs. Bland didn't care at all: "It's okay, I won't be tired from this little work."

She was unwilling to rest, because Mo Cheng told her that every time a pot of twilight ointment was brewed, Mo Cheng would pay Mrs. Bland five silver lions.

Even if it is heavy physical work on the dock, the income of an hour's work is about eight silver lions. Now I only need to easily cook a pot of soup to get it, and I don't even need to work hard like those workers.

As for other people, Mo Cheng also paid wages, which naturally aroused everyone's boundless enthusiasm for work.

In just two days, all the orders placed by the law enforcement team have been completed.

Mo Cheng just persuaded him and didn't say anything else. It's better to work with enthusiasm than a group of people with sad faces when he came here on the first day.

At the same time, Mo Cheng was very glad that he was able to come to the Albert House at this time. According to the current situation when he first came, if he wasted a little time on the road, the Albert House might have to be disbanded.

At that time, his ID card will also be invalidated, and he will become a black household without registered permanent residence again.

It is really difficult to be a black household in Fairhaven, the capital of the mage country.