Traveling with Indra

Ashura and Indra were both big eaters. She ate four buns, and they finished two baskets of them. They also finished a pot of sticky rice porridge. Mingluo looked at Indra who took the initiative to clean the table, and then looked at Ashura who was holding his belly with a happy face, and felt that this world was too fake!

How could there be such a good brother in real life?

"Do you want a house that can be spliced ​​and movable?" Indra saw her using a bamboo pot to scrub the pot and thought it was a good thing. He didn't expect that bamboo could be used to make so many things.

"It's probably like building blocks... uh... the kind with buckles that can be locked." Ming Luo changed the subject halfway through, and it was known that this was a very avant-garde design in this era.

She described a groove, into which the board was inserted, and then another groove was built on top. Once the beams and columns were fixed, the four walls could be installed. Or use a metal rod to insert the wood.

Indra became more interested as he listened, so he put away the pots and pans, and sat down at the table to start calculating how big the house should be, how much wood was needed, which parts needed to be dismantled, and which parts needed to be designed. They started talking about it.

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Indra looked at the marks on the notebook in confusion. What were these words?

Arabic numerals? They are easy to understand, convenient to write, and don’t take up much space.

Ashura was originally watching his brother talking with a gratified smile, it was rare for his brother to talk so much. He rubbed his round belly, gradually broke out in cold sweat, and his eyes were almost dizzy.

Why is there so much to do when building a house?

Isn't it enough to just build it?

Ashura quickly ran away with the axe and continued peeling the bark over there. [How scary! ]

After explaining Arabic numerals, Ming Luo quietly put the draft book into her sleeve. It was not strange to see unfamiliar characters. After all, the ninja world was so large and there was no unified culture. But in an era when there was no systematic mathematical model, it was a big problem to come up with a formula. Even for the simplest area calculation, this risk could not be taken.

Ming Luo hesitated for a while about the size, and took out a homemade lacquered tape measure, which was carved with a tape measure. It was not marked very clearly because it was not convenient to write numbers on it, so it was marked with colored pens. "This is the tape measure I made."

"Linen, what are you brushing with?" Indra pulled it curiously, making the cloth become much harder and look stronger.

"Paint, red dot is 1 meter, black is one tenth."

"That's great. It will be much more convenient."

Mingluo needs the master bedroom, living room, storage room, kitchen, bathroom, and toilet, arranged in an L shape. But the one-shaped master bedroom, living room, and storage room need to be demolished, and the kitchen, bathroom, and toilet are not needed. They are exposed to fumes and water all year round, and are more likely to mold than other places.

"I understand." Indra watched her draw on the wooden sticks, mark the dimensions, and a 2D version of the house appeared before him.

He was the one who completed the rest of the design. Although he had never drawn before, it didn't stop him from trying. Indra liked this kind of challenging thing, and he started to compose the picture in his mind.

Ming Luo knew that this was his first time doing this kind of work, so for her own safety she suggested a simple verification method. "If you're not sure if it will work, you can try making a small scale model."

"Model?" Indra had learned something new and nodded slightly.

Having fooled the designer, Ming Luo heaved a sigh of relief and went to peel the bark with the axe in her hand. The wood needed to be dried in the sun, and luckily it didn't look like it would rain recently.

Should we put up a canopy first?

If it rains suddenly like this, the wood will be soaked.

The two of them peeled the bark faster together. Asura was a talkative person who could chat with you while working. Mingluo didn't like to talk much, but she liked to listen to people talk. It was great to be able to collect information without making any noise.

"You want to buy coal? That's only available in northern countries. Very little comes to our side, and it's very expensive." Asura said, waving a small axe. Could Mingluo be from the north?

Ming Luo, who had been burning cheap honeycomb coal since birth, realized the big problem of poor traffic. She made a perfunctory remark and then thought about how she had burned charcoal in a hole in the ground the day before yesterday and wondered if it would work.

She chopped the bark with the axe and saw the notch on it, which had scratched the good wood. With a little force from her fingers, the notch seemed to come alive, twisted a few times and disappeared, and the whole axe was as smooth as new.

Asura sensed something, looked up at Mingluo who was peeling the skin without any abnormality, and blinked in confusion.

[What was that just now? Was it my illusion? ]

Ming Luo was still thinking about the stove. Since there was no honeycomb coal, the coal stove next to it that could boil water could not be used for the time being. She had to build a stove in the kitchen and bury a copper kettle next to it to ensure hot water.

Her mind sank into a mirror, which was called the Golden Spirit Mirror, and could nourish a person's soul. It was her current soul residence, and it also stored survival supplies. There were also some metal lumps, which could be used to obtain gold properties by contracting with the Golden Spirit Mirror, and used to make various things.

Every time Mingluo realized that she had died once, she felt unhappy. Not long ago, she went back to the mountains to visit the graves, but a bolt from the blue trapped her in the old house with lightning and thunder.

Although the house was old, it had a lightning rod. She waited for the storm to end with peace of mind. However, the lightning rod became a lightning conductor. A lightning bolt too big struck, and she and the old house were blown up together.

Someone survives the tribulation?

Someone is going through a tribulation!

Ming Luo's soul was put into the mirror, and she realized how unjustly she died. Looking at her charred body, she cursed the damn bastard. The bastard who owed her karma could not be resurrected, so she let the mirror take care of her soul until it was repaired and she could be reincarnated. He also wrote some empty promises, such as marrying into a good family in the next life and not losing his parents at a young age.

But I have finally grown up, and my life is not over yet!

Killing someone and wanting to lock him up in a dark room? Learn about murder and illegal detention!

Ming Luo was interrupted by the question "what to eat tonight". She looked at the sky and knew it was time to cook. Seeing Asura shaking his sore arms and the logs on his side that were three times his own, she decided to let him eat something good.

"Braised fish, fried bacon and dried bamboo shoots." Ming Luo thought of the fish in the pond, and she still had some bacon.

Asura was looking forward to the braised fish for dinner. The fish of the Ninja Clan were all grilled, not braised. How to cook it? What kind of red fish is braised? Is it delicious?

The answer is of course delicious!

The usual grilled fish is just a little brother. The fish meat dipped in red sauce is sweet and delicious, and it is so delicious with rice! "Mingluo, we are working too slowly, how about... I bring a few more people tomorrow?"

"No, I don't like crowds." Ming Luo refused decisively. She had to keep her character. Besides, if they brought a few more gluttons, she would definitely not be able to supply them.

Indra used the cover of the table to kick his brother's calf, signaling him not to talk any more. Mingluo asked for a change of food today, and she couldn't afford to support more people.

"If I don't come in the morning, you only need to provide me with one meal, and it doesn't have to be so good every time."

Ming Luo's eyes lit up. Her younger brother had no sense of boundaries, but her older brother did.

【Good man.】