10 If you can kill with your eyes, Zhou Dao is already dead. There is such a pair of eyes outside the mill, staring at the busy people in front of them. Xu Ji, the larger of the two milling house owners in Zhuxi Town, no longer cares about his face.

In the first few days of this water, he didn't come to see it for the sake of face, but just asked his maternal uncle to investigate, and his maternal uncle was the white-haired old man who took the lead in making trouble when he opened the soup kitchen. Today he walked inside and out of this mill, and walked along the canal to the wharf by the river, his eyes were bloodshot and full of despair.

Zhou Dao's row of five water mills, he can't compare, his is still a livestock mill, there is a mill, the mill disc is smaller than this, and now his mill is empty except for the old cow on the leash.

From the time Zhou Dao dug the ditch last year, he knew that this year's business would be difficult to do, but he was wrong, not difficult to do, but not to do. The grinding wheel of Zhou Dao is too fast, the grinding plate is big, and the mill is a veteran at a glance. "Looks like we'll have to find another way to make a living." Xu Ji sighed in his heart, "You are ruthless!" But it's not that cheap."

The third child carried the milled millet to the blast room, he has been going back and forth to the mill room and the wind room many times today, so much so that he can't count, tired! He has been working here for nearly a month, responsible for doing chores in the wind room, and the salary here is good, rising to 70 wen a day, and he also takes care of food, and takes two days off every month.

On the slope, there are a few bamboo huts built on a flat land, and the roof is covered with thatch, which is used for the construction shed and kitchen. The third child's home is not in this town, and he and a few millers live here on weekdays. The proprietor Zhou Dao lives not far away, and he has to come once or twice a day, and now he is leading Carpenter Chen to the east of the forest, saying that he wants to build a poultry house. "This owner is not ordinary." The third child shook his head, I heard that the wages for repairing the mill are still owed, and it has only been open for a few days, so I am in a hurry to get fresh ones, why do I toss it like this? Isn't that good now?

"Here, over there, do you see it, make it into two rows, three rooms in each row, and then use a bamboo fence to enclose the whole place, and leave a small door around the wider." Zhou Dao pointed to a mountain forest and said to Carpenter Chen, and then pointed to the distance, "It's the same over there, just make another one according to the pattern of this side, and build two chicken coops together." "Zhou Gongzi, your poultry house is a bit big, I have never seen such a chicken, other people's families raise a few by themselves, build a shed to feed some leftovers, how can there ever be such a battle." The carpenter said with a smile. Zhou Dao once asked him tentatively, but he was willing to come here to be the master like Xu Wa'er, and Carpenter Chen felt that he had a skill, and he had a few apprentices with him because of his good skills, and the business was not bad, so he declined. Zhou Dao carefully calculated, the millet he got from grinding rice and flour all day long here is not a decimal, and it is better to sell it directly than to mill it and then sell it, and he originally had to use some of it for himself. It is not cost-effective to sell the rice bran and wheat wheat, which is left over from rice milling, and it is just right to use it to raise chickens. It is also convenient for others to buy the leftover bran from the rice milled here at the market price of two cents per liter. The wages that were still owed for the two more water mills built last time have been repaid less than half this month, and everyone is very happy. So as soon as the idea of continuing to build a chicken coop was told to Carpenter Chen, Carpenter Chen discussed the location and style with Zhou Dao without saying a word.

It was late at night and there was no wind. The sound of frogs was heard around the small courtyard of Zhou Dao, and the roof tiles glowed blue under the moon. After a slight sound, a beating light came out of the window of Zhou Dao, and then the light went out, and it fell into darkness again, darkness for a long time.

The moonlight shone through the window paper on the floor of the room, and then diffused in all directions, a gray and black silhouette in the middle of the room, and Zhou Dao on the wooden chair sat alone in the dark, silent. "Bang", there was a sound, and a flame lit up, reflecting Zhou Dao's face, and the light and shadow jumped on his face, flickering bright and dark. His gaze was blank, staring blankly ahead. The light of the fire came from his hand, it was not a candle or an oil lamp, it was a yellowish transparent strip-shaped bottle, and the flame was burning at the mouth of the bottle. A lighter...

The thumb pressed against the mouth of the bottle lifted, the flame was extinguished instantly, and everything returned to darkness.