Chapter 189 Worry
Elder Yu took the spirit stones and put some of them for public use to build a weapon refinery. The rest bought a lot of wine and meat, and invited the craftsmen and monster hunters to have a feast.
Wine is good wine, but meat is not spiritual meat.
With so many monks, Elder Yu can't even afford to treat them to spiritual meat. He found Mo Shan and spent spiritual stones to ask Liu Ruhua to help cook some monster meat.
There are beef, mutton and chicken, etc., stewed together with spicy spices, and the various aromas are mixed together. It smells very attractive, and it is cooked in large quantities, so it can be eaten open.
Everyone ate happily, and the ink painting was also enjoying the meal. The weapon-refining shop was filled with a lively and cheerful atmosphere.
Master Ban sighed. The wine was sour and bitter in his mouth. He didn't know what it felt like.
Master Ban's expression became helpless, "This is common. After the cave is built, others don't want to give the spiritual stones, or they make excuses, saying that the spiritual stones cannot be recycled, and they keep defaulting on the payment. There is nothing we can do." About eighty or ninety years ago, I was not a master craftsman at that time, just an ordinary craftsman. I followed my master and helped a monk build a small cave. After the cave was completed, the monk said that he had no spiritual stones in his hand and asked him to Let's wait…”
Only the master of the class does not know how to taste the food.
Mo Hua saw that Master Ban was worried and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
He was originally worried that Mo Hua would be the only one to draw the formations, and he would be short of manpower and not be able to keep up with the progress.
"We waited and waited. After waiting for three months, we still didn't receive a single spiritual stone. Our family was so poor that we couldn't open the pot, so we had no choice but to go to him again to ask for it. When we went there, we found that he was enjoying the spicy food in the dining room. , rewarded singing girls and spent a lot of spiritual stones. We asked him for spiritual stones, and he arrogantly said that he had plenty of spiritual stones, but he would not give them to us..."
Mo Hua sighed and asked: "Will there be people who default on spiritual stones?"
Master Ban nodded, "The cultivation world is so large, there are Tao Ting Si everywhere. Some Tao Ting Si are loyal to their duties, while others are greedy and corrupt. We cannot generalize..."
Mo Hua said firmly, then thought for a moment, and then said: "As for the formation, I will draw it faster and try not to delay it for too long."
He is already fast enough, and he can get much faster. After all, Mo Hua is just a person, and he is only a child of eleven or twelve years old.
He keeps all these things in mind so that if he encounters them in the future, he will be prepared.
“Master Ban, don't worry. Although Elder Yu is stingy, he will give you the spiritual stones that are due and he will not default on them!”
After all, it is not easy for the craftsmen to earn spiritual stones, and it is not easy to live their lives waiting for spiritual stones.
Master Ban was always frightened when he spoke.
“Are there any exceptions?”
Mo Hua felt angry, "Didn't you beat him up?"
Most of the casual cultivators in Tongxian City are monster hunters, who make a living by hunting monsters. Not many are craftsmen, and even fewer can become master craftsmen.
“Master Ban, are you worried?”
“Dao Tingsi is really nothing!” Mo Hua was a little angry.
Mo Hua was also surprised. The monastic world was indeed more complicated than he thought.
Master Ban sighed again, full of things on his mind, but didn't know how to speak.
Master Ban was stunned for a moment, "Can you draw faster?"
“Don't worry, I know what's going on.” Mo Hua said.
Master Ban nodded, "Then I'll thank you for the hard work."
Thinking of his former master, Master Ban felt a little sad for a moment.
One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety
From planning to completion of a monastic building, it may take at least a few months, and may take a year or two or even more. During this period, they rarely go home and spend less time with their relatives.
"Then what?"
As expected, it is not easy for casual cultivators in this world to make a living no matter what they do.
This was the first time I drew formations on such a large monastic building, and it was the first time I designed and planned so many formations, so I started drawing carefully and cautiously, and the speed would be slower to try not to make any mistakes.
When Mo Hua asked this, Master Ban could only bite the bullet and said: "Mo... Mo Hua, how long will it take to finish this formation..."
"I have dealt with all the Dao Tingsi in several cities around here. The Dao Tingsi in Tongxian City is quite abiding by the rules. Even if they occasionally get some kickbacks, it is human nature. In other places, there are good and bad. The Tao Tingsi would even collude with local families to seize family property, plot to inherit the martial arts, and cause other people's families to be ruined..."
Having been a craftsman for so many years, he has heard many promises and predictions, but there are very few promises that can actually be fulfilled, or predictions that can be made as scheduled.
He can't rush Mo Hua, let Mo Hua hurry up and draw the formation.
Mo Hua assessed it and said: "Let's see if the Qian family will come to cause trouble again. If they come again, it will probably take longer. If they are scared of being beaten and know it hurts, then it will be quick. But because of money The family is causing trouble, some formations need to be redrawn, and it will be later than expected."
Most of these craftsmen are monks from other places, and they often have to travel around. They will go wherever there is need to build caves, build houses, build weapon refining shops, alchemy shops and other buildings.
Now the Qian family has come to cause trouble many times, injuring craftsmen, destroying some buildings, and some formations have to be redrawn. It seems that the progress is even worse.
Furthermore, since he knew that Mo Hua was a formation master and that he could draw first-class formations, Master Ban felt a little in awe of Mo Hua, and he spoke with more worries, not as relaxed as before.
"It's not serious. It's just that the construction period is delayed. We craftsmen can't settle the accounts, and the craftsmen under me can't get the spiritual stones."
"Then he found Dao Tingsi and asked Dao Tingsi to arrest us and imprison us for half a month. In the end, the master took the blame and was convicted by Dao Tingsi and sent to prison for ten years. We were beaten Dozens of sticks were released."
Master Ban looked downcast: "The craftsmen all come from poor families. They have to earn spiritual stones to support their families and provide for their children to practice. They work day and night to earn some hard-earned money. If the construction period is delayed, the spiritual stones will be collected." If they don't get it, their family may not be able to make ends meet…”
“You can't say that.” Master Ban patiently advised Mo Hua.
But even with such hard work, the spiritual stones they earned were barely enough to make ends meet.
Even so, he still felt a little uneasy.
Seeing that the master was still worried, Mo Hua asked: "If the construction period is delayed, will the consequences be serious?"
Mo Hua nodded and felt the same way. Their family used to live in poverty.
Master Ban felt a little sorry and said worriedly: "You don't have to worry, just follow the steps. Don't rush it. If the consciousness is consumed too much, it will be troublesome if the sea of consciousness is injured. I heard that the formation master's sea of consciousness will be injured for the rest of his life. I can't draw formations anymore…”
“Beat him!” Master Ban nodded, “We were so angry that we tied him up and beat him up, severely injuring him.”
Hands holding an ink painting of a big chicken drumstick being gnawed. Seeing Master Ban's appearance, he asked:
I then thought that Zhang Lan was also a monk from Daotingsi, and he was quite nice. I seemed to have accidentally hurt him...
The ink painting also needs to be finished early, and then we need to find ways to learn and use more advanced complex formations.
The re-formation should be much more interesting.
(End of this chapter)
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