Lin Qingqing felt as if he even had the heart to die. Originally, she wasn't sure what hot pot she had to do.

After all, she wants to try, and you can't get her to do it, so she can do it right away. It's good to try the effect, after all, hot pot is not so easy to copy, she may face a lot of things, and then she may compromise.

When the time comes, the villagers will start talking about her. said that her hot pot was fake, there was no hot pot like hers, it was artificially faked.

So, at first, she didn't say anything. She just ate hot pot and thought she could try it, so she told a few people around her. But she didn't expect that the news would leak so quickly, and the entire village of Jiangle Village showed a high interest in hot pot.

"Hot pot" has become the latest motivation for the villagers, and their enthusiasm for work is also rising. The villagers have motivation to work, and Lin Qingqing is happy, but if the goal of this motivation is such a difficult thing, Lin Qingqing will have a hard time.

It is almost impossible to provide this food for the entire Jiangle village. There is no iron ore, no copper mine, no meat, and other vegetables are very scarce, and it is impossible to support the villagers' dream of 'hot pot'.

"Who leaked the news, I obviously only told a few veteran-level employees about this matter." Lin Qingqing sat in the room and said.

Now, Lin Qingqing once bought a hut in the southwest of the village, and she is in the hut agony, trying to find a solution to the problem.

But no matter what she thought, she still couldn't find a good way. In the end, she could only go to the restaurant early to find something to do.

But even when he went to the restaurant, Lin Qingqing found that there were almost no tasks at hand. Of course, not all the tasks are completed, but the tasks are all stuck.

There were no visitors to the restaurant in the morning, and Lin Qingqing happened to be tidying up some things in a quiet place.

Lin Qingqing first took a piece of paper, then asked people to grind the ink, and began to write on the paper.

"First of all, there is an ice cellar, there is no large warehouse in Jiangle Village, and there will be a very problem without an ice cellar to store materials." Lin Qingqing said.

However, the excavation of the ice cellar was very time-consuming, and there has not been much progress so far. And now it is only possible to dig a model, and even if it is dug up, it cannot be used as the main warehouse without the relevant support structure.

"Then there was the carpenter. A large amount of charcoal is used in Jiangle Village, but the requirements for exhaust ventilation are high. Lin Qingqing said, and asked someone to take a paperweight and press it on the side of the words she had written.

But the carpenter's side is even more clueless. At present, it is really impossible to find relevant talents. What's more serious is the exhaust of the newly built part of the tofu factory, if it is not solved for a day, the production of dried tofu will not be able to get on the right track.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingqing also felt a little dizzy.

"And then there's the construction of the smoke room." Lin Qingqing wrote it on the paper, but he felt that the brush was stained with too much ink, and it was a little forked. She drew the tip of her pen on someone's face before she felt that the brush could be used.

The proposal for a smokehouse is not inherently difficult. The difficulty lies in the progress and manpower of the project. In the current Jiangle Village, several new projects are being built, including new shops and temporary pig farms.

In short, it is not certain when it will be the turn of the entry.

"In the end, it's the hot pot that I'm reluctant to do. There was no iron, no copper, no vegetables, no meat. Who thinks I'm going to make it? Lin Qingqing shouted.

And hearing this, the villain next to her couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Sister Lin, spare me, I really didn't mean it——。" The voice came from a little chubby little boy, Xiao You, one of Lin Qingqing's veteran employees.

Although it was very difficult for Lin Qingqing to be forced to accept the task of hot pot, what can Lin Qingqing do, can he still beat Xiaoyou?

After casually punishing Xiaoyou for copying something, Lin Qingqing still let him go back.

However, Lin Qingqing's emotions did not settle down, or rather, he became more and more uneasy.

obviously has no work at hand, but is inexplicably flustered; I knew the goal of the mission, but I couldn't do anything, and I watched the time pass little by little. In the end, these things made Lin Qingqing extremely irritable.

Lin Qingqing crumpled the paper on which he had written and threw it out from the second floor. But that didn't help her own irritability.

……

Lin Qingqing was sick.

After a few months, she sat in the 'Criminal's Thatched Cottage' and asked the criminal relocation industry to take her pulse.

"Doctor, am I sick?" Lin Qingqing asked.

"Miss Lin does have some problems with her body." Xing Qianye said with a solemn face for Lin Qingqing.

"What kind of disease do I have?" Lin Qingqing asked.

"Miss Lin, please wait a little longer, I've just started this vein." Xing Qianye said good-naturedly.

Lin Qingqing turned his face away and looked away. But it didn't take long for her to look at the criminal relocation again.

"Doctor Xing, are you in a good pulse? Can you tell me what disease I have? Lin Qingqing asked again.

"I'll have to wait a little longer, Miss Lin." As if he was not disturbed by Lin Qingqing's vexatious troubles at all, he quietly took his pulse.

Lin Qingqing, on the other hand, pressed his face to the table irritably.

Regarding Lin Qingqing's behavior, Xing Qianye didn't say anything, but just sighed that Lin Qingqing still had a time when he was like a child.

"Are you alright?" Lin Qingqing asked three times.

"Alright." Xing Qianye let go of Lin Qingqing's wrist, and then put away the long needle used for acupuncture that was originally put aside.

The needle wasn't there from the beginning. But when Lin Qingqing couldn't calm down because of irritability, and his hands shook slightly, making it difficult to check the pulse, he took it out.

Xing Qianye didn't expect that this simple move was very effective, at least Lin Qingqing's hand was no longer moving, and he could get a good pulse.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

"Heart disease is just a simple rush to attack the heart." Xing Qianye said.

"Then prescribe me a side herbal tea, I'll drink it and go back to supervise the work." Lin Qingqing said.

"Miss Lin, this is already winter, and cold medicine is not a good way to use it in winter. That's it, Miss Lin's problem is not something that herbal tea alone can solve. Xing Qianye said.

"What should I do then?" Lin Qingqing said, his tone becoming lost. "Is this the legendary truth that 'heart disease cannot be cured'?"

"Am I already incurable?" Lin Qingqing said desperately.

"Miss Lin, you misunderstood. It's not a big problem, just go out and relax. Xing Qianye said.