The Era of Game

37 You Want Power

    The young woman's lips just opened, but before she could reply, a voice came from outside the door: "Second Madam, why are you here?"

    Wan Jingtian looked out and found that it was the guard who had dragged the old lady back.

    The young woman glanced at the guard outside the door disappointedly: "What are you screaming? Yang Shuo is dead, why am I still the second lady? I am now the main lady of our current sub-rudder!"

    Wan Jingtian, who had just lifted his stool, suddenly heard this, and almost never fell over: "What are you saying? My main house??"

    "Yeah, are you willing?" the young woman groaned, and threw a wink to Wan Jingtian by the way.

    Wan Jingtian shuddered immediately.

    "No!" he replied loudly.

    This young woman is Yang Shuo's widow! How dare he get it! Besides, he was seven or eight years older than him, and his appearance was not impressive. He hasn't had a girlfriend yet, and his first love is definitely not like this!

    Wan Jingtian immediately pointed to a guard: "You, take her back too! Locked in the house! Without my order, you are not allowed to let it out!"

    "Yes!" The guard was also embarrassed, and immediately dragged the second lady away.

    The second lady is much weaker, and a man is more than enough to pull her.

    Before leaving, the second wife left a message: "Anyway, I am the wife of the village on Shirong Mountain, and you, the village owner! If you accept this village, you must accept me!"

    Which rule is this? !

    Wan Jingtian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, and asked the other guard who was left: "Then Yang Shuo, there are no other ladies, right?"

    The guard shook his head with a wry smile, with an expression of sympathy for Wan Jingtian.

    Fortunately, this Yang Shuo is not too exaggerated, and only married the wife of two rooms.

    Wan Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly thought of something, and immediately asked, "What about the children?"

    "No."

    "What about the parents?"

    "No."

    "What about brother?"

    "Brothers in the cottage, shouldn't it be counted?" The guard looked at Wan Jingtian with an innocent look, "Speaking of brothers, Yang Shuo mostly just treats us as his subordinates. Now everyone else is dead, and few will recognize him. Up."

    Wan Jingtian relaxed and waved his hand to signal the guard to go out and continue to guard the door. Before, he felt that finding someone to guard the gate was very embarrassing and bureaucratic, but now, he feels it is necessary!

    Yang Shuo was dead, and he still left so much trouble for him. I really don't know how he dealt with those two women when he was alive.

    After being visited by Yang Shuo's two widows one after another, Wan Jingtian couldn't calm down for a while. He sat for a while, but felt that the room was really stuffy, as if the oxygen content in the air was insufficient.

    He wanted to breathe some fresh air, pushed the door out to relax, and walked around, unknowingly, he reached the small kitchen yard, where Gao Baoshan lived.

    Gao Baoshan was taking care of the wounded and sick day and night, except for making medicine and porridge by himself, almost without leaving the room. So in this place, no one lives at night.

    But during the day, people would come in and out to cook—as Gao Baoshan said, if he doesn’t cook, can the people in the cottage starve to death?

    It was only when I didn't see this kitchen and the food in it. Now that I saw it, Wan Jingtian realized that he was hungry.

    It was a bit miserable to say that I stayed on this Shirong Mountain, as if I could not eat enough.

    Wan Jingtian went to the kitchen to grab some leftovers to eat, but as soon as he put it in his mouth, he vomited out—not to mention that these meals are compared with the craftsmanship of Gao Baoshan, and the craftsmanship of a normal housewife. , That's too far! I really don't know how the people on Shi Rong Mountain can swallow it.

    No way, Wan Jingtian grabbed a steamed bun and put some sweet noodle sauce on it.

    While eating, he wandered around in the kitchen, wandering to the foot of the wall, and saw that the three large water tanks he had filled before, now only half of the tank was left.

    Do these people care about drawing water?

    However, thinking of the perverted well used by Gao Baoshan to fetch water, the effort it takes to fetch a bucket of water is almost equivalent to pulling a thinner adult up to ten stories high, and he also feels like those who only cook without fetching water. The guys understand it-as long as there is still water in the tank, most people don't want to fetch water, right?

    Thanks to the size of the three-mouth water tank in Gaobaoshan, how could it be enough for so many people to eat and drink porridge on the mountain this day?

    Thinking of this, he suddenly realized a terrible problem-now there are only more than 20 people in the cottage eating meals in the kitchen, and the water in the tank goes down two and a half tanks a day; but in the past, more than 60 people usually eat together. what! Then at that time can't eat seven or eight cylinders of water a day?

    At that time, Wan Jingtian took three tanks of water, so it took more than two hours to survive! Based on this calculation, wouldn't it take more than six hours for seven or eight cylinders of water? ?

    How long is more than six hours? It's almost the 13 hours we are talking about!

    But in fact, if Wanjingtian were given thirteen hours, or even two thirteen hours, he might not be able to get seven or eight tanks of water! Because the more you get to the back, the less energy you will have, the slower and slower the speed of fetching water, and the longer and longer the rest time.

    So how does Gao Baoshan produce so much water by himself? Seven or eight tanks of water is to use one's own power to pull a company of adults up a small hill!

    In addition to strength, there is also a question of time: Gao Baoshan alone has to take care of the entire kitchen, that is, he is also responsible for the three meals a day for more than 60 people. He can't have twelve hours a day more than others, right? So when he does all these things, isn't it all in a fast-forward state?

    If this is not because the game settings are not rigorous enough, then this Gaobaoshan is indeed an expert!

    Wan Jingtian walked to the well, remembering Gao Baoshan’s request when he let himself draw water, and unknowingly grabbed the well rope again-gritted his teeth and pressed hard until the first bucket of water was pulled up with difficulty-he watched The bucket was bright and clear water in the night, staring at the dull and swaying reflection in the water.

    "Do you want strength?" A voice suddenly came from behind, quiet and calm.

    Wan Jingtian turned around and saw a fat figure slowly coming from the darkness under the moonlight, gradually becoming clearer.

    It is Gaobaoshan.

Gao Baoshan walked along and said, "I have been surprised since the first time I saw you. I have always been my own way and I can do things as I am happy, but I have never liked to do things that save people. But that I see you are about to die, but I don’t have any other thoughts. I wanted to save you. At that time, I didn’t understand it myself. I just assumed that I was connected with you in the dark, so I wanted to accept you as my kitchen apprentice. It wasn't until I tried your Tianmen, Tiantu, and Lingxu three points that time, that you were the one who could help me."