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Seeing Han Sanqian's somewhat mysterious look, Xiaonu was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, followed by a helpless smile: "Looking at what Brother Sanqian means, you are planning to betray yourself again."

"Right?"

"Haha." Han Sanqian laughed awkwardly as Xiaonu read through his thoughts.

Indeed, there are some things that Han Sanqian does not need to say, but he needs to do so in terms of tactical arrangements.

But there are some things that Han Sanqian himself doesn't have a clue about, so if he says otherwise, it would be in vain.

"Let's go see if they need help killing the chickens." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Xiao Nu nodded and followed Que'er and Han Sanqian.

When the group arrived at the backyard, Lianhua and the old village chief were already busy, and all the blood from more than a dozen roosters had been taken out.

Very efficient and fast.

"Mr. Han, the chicken blood is almost ready."

As the old village chief spoke, he covered the bucket of blood with a layer of black cloth. Of course, the cloth was not used to block sunlight. There was no sunlight at night. Its main function was to isolate the air to prevent the blood from flowing quickly.

of solidification.

"There is cinnabar in the house. You take the bucket over and I'll get some soil." The old village chief said with a smile.

Although soil can be found everywhere in the village, this kind of thing is actually selective. He needs a very fine soil. People who have stayed in the village for a long time may know where to look for this kind of fine soil instead of staying there.

It's basically impossible to pass.

That is the mud on the roof steps under the eaves.

Because the eaves steps are used in building a house, the soil will be deliberately tempered repeatedly in advance. After being piled into steps, the soil here will slowly be protected from rain by the eaves, but because it is located under the eaves

It is rarely stepped on by people, so the soil there maintains a certain degree of dryness and softness.

Once cracked open, the soil is like flour, with distinct grains.

The old village chief collected a handful of dustpans and brought them in.

Afterwards, he took out some cinnabar from the box and found a larger wooden barrel. After putting all the cinnabar into the barrel, he put a dustpan of soil into it.

Almost at the same time, the old village chief picked up a bucket containing chicken blood.

"I estimate that this bucket of chicken blood can produce about two large buckets of materials."

It was much better than Han Sanqian had imagined. After all, such a huge bucket was actually enough for the village to use for at least several months.

Watching the village chief put everything in one by one and then mix it, Han Sanqian also watched patiently. Although the old village chief was there, the cautious Han Sanqian still had to remember exactly how to mix the ingredients.

Chu.

He must be on guard against the moment when the old village chief is not around and he can blend this material on his own.

Ten minutes later, two large buckets full of red materials had been blended out.

"Mr. Han, everything is ready." The old village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled softly.

I have to say that although this seems to be a very simple project, it is quite difficult in practice.

The old village chief stirred it very evenly, and the result was very delicate. The final material was also perfect, neither too thin nor too dry, flowing like running water and as quiet as tofu.

Just like flour, some people can mix it with incomparable accuracy, and some people can give you more and more, because in this process, it is constantly dried and added with water, thinned and added with flour, and finally it is made

You really don't understand.

Han Sanqian nodded, and with a move of his hand, he put the two large buckets of reconciled materials into his space ring. After that, he looked at the people present.

"Okay, it's getting late. We have to rush back as soon as possible." Han Sanqian said.

Lianhua nodded and looked at the old village chief: "Dad, why don't you come with us?"

The old village chief actually knew very well that he still needed to go back and draw a few new yellow talismans on the villagers, so in theory he had to go, but his son was still with Han Sanqian, so his daughter called him

In the past, I obviously wanted to help with this.
Chapter completed!