Chapter 1809: It exploded!
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McGonagain thought that he could not bear the responsibility of guarding the clan, and he was often worried about whether he could be a father and a husband.
Gina stared at McGonagall, seemingly not expecting that he would refuse, and for a while, he was a little helpless: "Yeah ... am I doing something wrong?"
"No, you are not wrong, and Landist is not wrong." McGonagall gently put her hand on Gina's head, soothing her flustered mood, and smiling at her, she said, "If Landist does not Fight with other races, naturally you do n’t need to worry about their race into the sea to fight with you, so why give the scepter to me, an outsider, subject to others. I will always be a friend of Landist, and if I need my help, I naturally do n’t Will sit idly by.
Besides, I am just a person, not a god. I like to cook, I like restaurants, and I love this simple life. Right to me is nothing but clouds. "
Gina opened her mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall. His body seemed to radiate a sacred light, just like the savior that appeared in the crystal ball at that sunrise.
"Simple ... happy life." Gina had a hint of enlightenment in her heart, nodded strongly, "I will go back and tell the father and the high priest truthfully."
"Go on." McGonagall retracted his hand, his eyes full of encouragement.
Looking at Gina who was going away, Meg was relieved. Fortunately, Irina was not present, or she had to explain the meaning of lifelong following.
"Hanna's rum distillery should be finished, right?" McGonagall went out with a bicycle and was going to make a lap north of the city to check on the progress of Hanna's rum release. Recently, many customers have asked rum.
Secondly, Meg is also planning to put mass production of Moutai and whiskey on the agenda.
The beer on his balcony is already the limit. The brewing of this whisky and maotai requires a larger area, and at the same time, it requires a longer brewing time. It is naturally a very good idea to establish a winery directly into the mass production stage.
Alcohol is a very profitable industry. Beer, rum, whiskey, maotai, and McGonagall are very confident to monopolize the high-end wine market in mainland China.
As for the wine, McGonagall decided in the face of Hill and decided not to replace the name of Buffett.
"Host, please don't indulge in making money, exporting food to this world is what you should do as a chef candidate!" The system reminded.
"Money? I have never touched money, and I have no interest in money. I just want to make the good wine people in this world also enjoy the real fine wine, so that those inferior wines have a better sense of crisis and direction." Mai Grid looked lofty.
Go out by bike, say hello to Mo Bai and Lulu who are sitting at the gate of the blacksmith's shop, whistling on a bicycle and leaving.
"Boss Mai is really a smart person." Mobai smiled while looking at McGregor's back.
"He's a good person." Lu Luyi laughed.
...
Before reaching the brewery, McGonagall saw the white smoke from the towering chimney from afar.
"This Nizi, really can't wait to start work." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that Hannah had begun testing the machine.
It can understand Hannah's impatient mindset. After all, this rum winery, from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings, was driven out by her every day and night, and then squatted on the site every day. The craftsmen who kept the two shifts built overtime.
It is hard to overstate that it is the crystallization of hard work.
"boom"
As soon as McGonagall's bicycle stopped at the door of the brewery, there was an explosion.
"This is it?" McGonagall watched the towering chimney sway in a cloud of black smoke, falling unwillingly.
A group of artisans who were perfecting the details of the factory's environment ran out in panic, with a look of fear.
McGonagall rushed into the billowing smoke for the first time, and took out Hannah's aggressive face.
Hannah's face was blackened, and Hannah's hair exploded like a Golden Retriever stunned for a moment, and blinked before she noticed McGonagall, and then she showed a shocked expression: "It ... it exploded ! "
"Well, I see it." McGonagall pursed his lips, trying not to laugh.
"It ... it's so blasted!" Hanna repeated with a crying voice innocently.
"Well, I saw it ..." McGonagall turned his head and couldn't help but make a 'Kukuku' sound.
He is professionally trained.
But didn't hold back.
"It's okay, people are still there, everything can be started from scratch." McGonagall laughed, looking back at Hannah, who was a little lost, and patted her shoulders to relieve.
"Do you start drawing?" Hannah rolled her eyes and fainted into McGonagall's arms.
"This child ..." McGonagall held Hannah, and first instructed the artisans to extinguish the flames caused by the explosion, so they didn't have to rush to clean up the scene, and sent Hannah to the textile mill nearby.
Irina is not there, but there are magicians who can heal, and there is also a professional hospital, after all, there are 30,000 night elves.
Hannah was not injured by the explosion. She was fainted because of exhaustion and despair of trying again.
The Elf Healer cast a calming spell on her, and her frowned brows stretched out, her breathing gradually smoothed, and she was asleep.
By the way, the elf gave her a cleansing technique, washed Hannah in a black and gray, and changed her clothes.
"Waking up to sleep is fine." The elf came out of the room and looked at McGonagall.
"I'm overworked. Let her rest here for a while. I'll pick her up later." McGonagall glanced at Hannah, who was lying quietly, and turned out of the infirmary.
McGonagall returned to the winery.
Looking at the mess, I can't help but be speechless.
The boiler blew up, the brewing machine was scattered, and the entire boiler room was a mess.
McGonagall took out a n95 to wear, squinted to look at the smoke-filled factory building, and asked in his heart: "System, check the problem."
"Host ..."
"A thousand copper coins." McGonagall blocked the mouth of the system.
"But now the host has no money ..."
McGonagall froze, and smiled, "I have private money."
"After scanning, I reconstructed the three-dimensional drawing from the design drawing and found six structural problems and three material problems. I have redrawn the design drawing of the brewing machine. Do I need to print it?" About one minute later, the system voice came.
"Of course." McGonagall nodded.
"Print a piece of 2 copper coins, this drawing has a total of 32 pages and charges 64 copper coins, deducted!" The cheerful voice of the system sounded.
McGonagall looked at the thick stack of drawings in his hands and groaned about the system's greedy money, but he was quite satisfied with the abnormally standardized drawings.
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McGonagain thought that he could not bear the responsibility of guarding the clan, and he was often worried about whether he could be a father and a husband.
Gina stared at McGonagall, seemingly not expecting that he would refuse, and for a while, he was a little helpless: "Yeah ... am I doing something wrong?"
"No, you are not wrong, and Landist is not wrong." McGonagall gently put her hand on Gina's head, soothing her flustered mood, and smiling at her, she said, "If Landist does not Fight with other races, naturally you do n’t need to worry about their race into the sea to fight with you, so why give the scepter to me, an outsider, subject to others. I will always be a friend of Landist, and if I need my help, I naturally do n’t Will sit idly by.
Besides, I am just a person, not a god. I like to cook, I like restaurants, and I love this simple life. Right to me is nothing but clouds. "
Gina opened her mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall. His body seemed to radiate a sacred light, just like the savior that appeared in the crystal ball at that sunrise.
"Simple ... happy life." Gina had a hint of enlightenment in her heart, nodded strongly, "I will go back and tell the father and the high priest truthfully."
"Go on." McGonagall retracted his hand, his eyes full of encouragement.
Looking at Gina who was going away, Meg was relieved. Fortunately, Irina was not present, or she had to explain the meaning of lifelong following.
"Hanna's rum distillery should be finished, right?" McGonagall went out with a bicycle and was going to make a lap north of the city to check on the progress of Hanna's rum release. Recently, many customers have asked rum.
Secondly, Meg is also planning to put mass production of Moutai and whiskey on the agenda.
The beer on his balcony is already the limit. The brewing of this whisky and maotai requires a larger area, and at the same time, it requires a longer brewing time. It is naturally a very good idea to establish a winery directly into the mass production stage.
Alcohol is a very profitable industry. Beer, rum, whiskey, maotai, and McGonagall are very confident to monopolize the high-end wine market in mainland China.
As for the wine, McGonagall decided in the face of Hill and decided not to replace the name of Buffett.
"Host, please don't indulge in making money, exporting food to this world is what you should do as a chef candidate!" The system reminded.
"Money? I have never touched money, and I have no interest in money. I just want to make the good wine people in this world also enjoy the real fine wine, so that those inferior wines have a better sense of crisis and direction." Mai Grid looked lofty.
Go out by bike, say hello to Mo Bai and Lulu who are sitting at the gate of the blacksmith's shop, whistling on a bicycle and leaving.
"Boss Mai is really a smart person." Mobai smiled while looking at McGregor's back.
"He's a good person." Lu Luyi laughed.
...
Before reaching the brewery, McGonagall saw the white smoke from the towering chimney from afar.
"This Nizi, really can't wait to start work." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that Hannah had begun testing the machine.
It can understand Hannah's impatient mindset. After all, this rum winery, from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings, was driven out by her every day and night, and then squatted on the site every day. The craftsmen who kept the two shifts built overtime.
It is hard to overstate that it is the crystallization of hard work.
"boom"
As soon as McGonagall's bicycle stopped at the door of the brewery, there was an explosion.
"This is it?" McGonagall watched the towering chimney sway in a cloud of black smoke, falling unwillingly.
A group of artisans who were perfecting the details of the factory's environment ran out in panic, with a look of fear.
McGonagall rushed into the billowing smoke for the first time, and took out Hannah's aggressive face.
Hannah's face was blackened, and Hannah's hair exploded like a Golden Retriever stunned for a moment, and blinked before she noticed McGonagall, and then she showed a shocked expression: "It ... it exploded ! "
"Well, I see it." McGonagall pursed his lips, trying not to laugh.
"It ... it's so blasted!" Hanna repeated with a crying voice innocently.
"Well, I saw it ..." McGonagall turned his head and couldn't help but make a 'Kukuku' sound.
He is professionally trained.
But didn't hold back.
"It's okay, people are still there, everything can be started from scratch." McGonagall laughed, looking back at Hannah, who was a little lost, and patted her shoulders to relieve.
"Do you start drawing?" Hannah rolled her eyes and fainted into McGonagall's arms.
"This child ..." McGonagall held Hannah, and first instructed the artisans to extinguish the flames caused by the explosion, so they didn't have to rush to clean up the scene, and sent Hannah to the textile mill nearby.
Irina is not there, but there are magicians who can heal, and there is also a professional hospital, after all, there are 30,000 night elves.
Hannah was not injured by the explosion. She was fainted because of exhaustion and despair of trying again.
The Elf Healer cast a calming spell on her, and her frowned brows stretched out, her breathing gradually smoothed, and she was asleep.
By the way, the elf gave her a cleansing technique, washed Hannah in a black and gray, and changed her clothes.
"Waking up to sleep is fine." The elf came out of the room and looked at McGonagall.
"I'm overworked. Let her rest here for a while. I'll pick her up later." McGonagall glanced at Hannah, who was lying quietly, and turned out of the infirmary.
McGonagall returned to the winery.
Looking at the mess, I can't help but be speechless.
The boiler blew up, the brewing machine was scattered, and the entire boiler room was a mess.
McGonagall took out a n95 to wear, squinted to look at the smoke-filled factory building, and asked in his heart: "System, check the problem."
"Host ..."
"A thousand copper coins." McGonagall blocked the mouth of the system.
"But now the host has no money ..."
McGonagall froze, and smiled, "I have private money."
"After scanning, I reconstructed the three-dimensional drawing from the design drawing and found six structural problems and three material problems. I have redrawn the design drawing of the brewing machine. Do I need to print it?" About one minute later, the system voice came.
"Of course." McGonagall nodded.
"Print a piece of 2 copper coins, this drawing has a total of 32 pages and charges 64 copper coins, deducted!" The cheerful voice of the system sounded.
McGonagall looked at the thick stack of drawings in his hands and groaned about the system's greedy money, but he was quite satisfied with the abnormally standardized drawings.
McGonagain thought that he could not bear the responsibility of guarding the clan, and he was often worried about whether he could be a father and a husband.Gina stared at McGonagall, seemingly not expecting that he would refuse, and for a while, he was a little helpless: "Yeah ... am I doing something wrong?""No, you are not wrong, and Landist is not wrong." McGonagall gently put her hand on Gina's head, soothing her flustered mood, and smiling at her, she said, "If Landist does not Fight with other races, naturally you do n't need to worry about their race into the sea to fight with you, so why give the scepter to me, an outsider, subject to others. I will always be a friend of Landist, and if I need my help, I naturally do n't Will sit idly by.Besides, I am just a person, not a god. I like to cook, I like restaurants, and I love this simple life. Right to me is nothing but clouds. "Gina opened her mouth slightly and looked at McGonagall. His body seemed to radiate a sacred light, just like the savior that appeared in the crystal ball at that sunrise."Simple ... happy life." Gina had a hint of enlightenment in her heart, nodded strongly, "I will go back and tell the father and the high priest truthfully.""Go on." McGonagall retracted his hand, his eyes full of encouragement.Looking at Gina who was going away, Meg was relieved. Fortunately, Irina was not present, or she had to explain the meaning of lifelong following."Hanna's rum distillery should be finished, right?" McGonagall went out with a bicycle and was going to make a lap north of the city to check on the progress of Hanna's rum release. Recently, many customers have asked rum.Secondly, Meg is also planning to put mass production of Moutai and whiskey on the agenda.The beer on his balcony is already the limit. The brewing of this whisky and maotai requires a larger area, and at the same time, it requires a longer brewing time. It is naturally a very good idea to establish a winery directly into the mass production stage.Alcohol is a very profitable industry. Beer, rum, whiskey, maotai, and McGonagall are very confident to monopolize the high-end wine market in mainland China.As for the wine, McGonagall decided in the face of Hill and decided not to replace the name of Buffett."Host, please don't indulge in making money, exporting food to this world is what you should do as a chef candidate!" The system reminded."Money? I have never touched money, and I have no interest in money. I just want to make the good wine people in this world also enjoy the real fine wine, so that those inferior wines have a better sense of crisis and direction." Mai Grid looked lofty.Go out by bike, say hello to Mo Bai and Lulu who are sitting at the gate of the blacksmith's shop, whistling on a bicycle and leaving."Boss Mai is really a smart person." Mobai smiled while looking at McGregor's back."He's a good person." Lu Luyi laughed....Before reaching the brewery, McGonagall saw the white smoke from the towering chimney from afar."This Nizi, really can't wait to start work." McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that Hannah had begun testing the machine.It can understand Hannah's impatient mindset. After all, this rum winery, from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings, was driven out by her every day and night, and then squatted on the site every day. The craftsmen who kept the two shifts built overtime.It is hard to overstate that it is the crystallization of hard work."boom"As soon as McGonagall's bicycle stopped at the door of the brewery, there was an explosion."This is it?" McGonagall watched the towering chimney sway in a cloud of black smoke, falling unwillingly.A group of artisans who were perfecting the details of the factory's environment ran out in panic, with a look of fear.McGonagall rushed into the billowing smoke for the first time, and took out Hannah's aggressive face.Hannah's face was blackened, and Hannah's hair exploded like a Golden Retriever stunned for a moment, and blinked before she noticed McGonagall, and then she showed a shocked expression: "It ... it exploded ! ""Well, I see it." McGonagall pursed his lips, trying not to laugh."It ... it's so blasted!" Hanna repeated with a crying voice innocently."Well, I saw it ..." McGonagall turned his head and couldn't help but make a 'Kukuku' sound.He is professionally trained.But didn't hold back."It's okay, people are still there, everything can be started from scratch." McGonagall laughed, looking back at Hannah, who was a little lost, and patted her shoulders to relieve."Do you start drawing?" Hannah rolled her eyes and fainted into McGonagall's arms."This child ..." McGonagall held Hannah, and first instructed the artisans to extinguish the flames caused by the explosion, so they didn't have to rush to clean up the scene, and sent Hannah to the textile mill nearby.Irina is not there, but there are magicians who can heal, and there is also a professional hospital, after all, there are 30,000 night elves.Hannah was not injured by the explosion. She was fainted because of exhaustion and despair of trying again.The Elf Healer cast a calming spell on her, and her frowned brows stretched out, her breathing gradually smoothed, and she was asleep.By the way, the elf gave her a cleansing technique, washed Hannah in a black and gray, and changed her clothes."Waking up to sleep is fine." The elf came out of the room and looked at McGonagall."I'm overworked. Let her rest here for a while. I'll pick her up later." McGonagall glanced at Hannah, who was lying quietly, and turned out of the infirmary.McGonagall returned to the winery.Looking at the mess, I can't help but be speechless.The boiler blew up, the brewing machine was scattered, and the entire boiler room was a mess.McGonagall took out a n95 to wear, squinted to look at the smoke-filled factory building, and asked in his heart: "System, check the problem.""Host ...""A thousand copper coins." McGonagall blocked the mouth of the system."But now the host has no money ..."McGonagall froze, and smiled, "I have private money.""After scanning, I reconstructed the three-dimensional drawing from the design drawing and found six structural problems and three material problems. I have redrawn the design drawing of the brewing machine. Do I need to print it?" About one minute later, the system voice came."Of course." McGonagall nodded."Print a piece of 2 copper coins, this drawing has a total of 32 pages and charges 64 copper coins, deducted!" The cheerful voice of the system sounded.McGonagall looked at the thick stack of drawings in his hands and groaned about the system's greedy money, but he was quite satisfied with the abnormally standardized drawings.
