Dark Emperor, your wife is abusing scum again

Chapter 313 I Won't

It's just that I don't know what the interest here refers to, whether it's money, or what to do.

Soon Ming Kairui told Dongfang what Lin Fenli was.

He took out a bundle of rags from a hole in the wall, put them on the table, and began to mend the rags together by the dim light.

Only then did Dongfang Lin notice that there was already a pile of sewn cloth at the corner of the wall.

"Is this a profit?"

"Well, I didn't have any parents since I was a child, so I didn't learn any other crafts. I can only do the simplest rough work to get a profit. I was injured a few days ago, so I was delayed..."

Ming Kairui kept sewing his hands while talking.

He looks top-heavy and his hands are relatively large, but his slightly fat fingers are very flexible.

Dongfang Lin glanced at it, and the stitches on it were almost exactly the same, as if they were sewn by a machine.

It's just that a forbearance expression appeared on his face suddenly, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Only then did Dongfang Lin realize that the injury he mentioned turned out to be a hand injury, and a big gash was cut on the back of his hand.

"Why don't you bandage it?"

Dongfang Lin doesn't know anything about the situation around her now. Ming Kairui is not only her savior but also her current "thigh", so she naturally needs to care about it.

"Braiding? It seems that you are really a noble lady. The medicine is very scarce, and the cloth is also very scarce. There is no extra cloth or medicine for us to bandage."

"Furthermore, Churchill's self-healing system is very strong. This kind of injury can recover by itself in only three days, but..."

But he needs to rush to work, which is why this bad situation has happened.

"Um?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Lin's eyes. Where exactly are the ruins? Why does it feel like we're going back to the primitive period, and the fabrics are still scarce?
As for medicine, she remembered that when she was hunted down by that big hairball, she saw a lot of herbs along the way, medicine shouldn't be scarce.

"How much do you have left, when will you hand it in?"

Dongfang Lin stood up as he spoke, but he could only bow his waist, and moved to Ming Kairui, sitting on a small stool, intending to help.

"There are still ten more copies to be handed in tomorrow night." After Ming Kairui finished speaking, he looked at Dongfang Lin expectantly, and asked tentatively, "Will you do it?"

Dongfang Lin shook his head seriously, and replied loudly: "No!"

"..." Ming Kairui didn't ask because of his good upbringing, you wouldn't come here to do something.

He just sighed lightly, picked up the needle and thread again, and began to sew slowly.

"But I have machines."

"Huh?!" Ming Kairui seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and suddenly raised his head, followed by doubts in his eyes.

Dongfang Lin knew that this was very risky. She knew nothing about this world, and she didn't know whether machines belonged to this world, but she had to take a gamble.

She must not be discovered by others at this time, otherwise she would really have to be sold as a slave.

No matter how awesome she is, two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention she can't use any energy now.

"Where did you get the machine? Could it be that you..." He lowered his voice suddenly, "Have you got a compressed capsule?!"

This time Ming Kairui's eyeballs almost popped out.

The higher-ups in this world are all busy with cultivation, and have no intention of managing the basic construction of the people at the grassroots level. Agriculture, industry, and technology are underdeveloped.

Compressed capsules, Dongfang Lin thinks what he is talking about should be space capsules.

She showed a slightly painful expression, as if she was trying to remember something.

(End of this chapter)