Chapter 46
Old Brand was the doorman of Albert House. Of course, he was called a doorman, but in fact, he was just like everyone else. He lost his house due to some things and was taken in by Albert House with no one to rely on.
Perhaps unlike the others, he was not taken in alone, and Mrs. Brand also became the cook of Albert House. Compared with the others, old Brand was perhaps the most optimistic about life.
As for why they were taken in by the Albert House, it involves a story about a gang lending money. An old man, in order to treat his wife's illness, ended up losing his house and all his savings to loan sharks. The couple was kicked out of the house with only one set of clothes left.
Old Brand thought that things would stay the same from now on, but ever since the new priest in gorgeous clothes came, the changes in Albert House seemed to be a little bit bigger.
First, the food was unusually sufficient these days, and there was even meat. This was a treatment that had not been seen since Father Albert passed away. Although Sister Loni was a good person, it was too difficult for her to collect donations.
The Albert House, which was supposed to be disbanded after the death of Father Albert, has survived until now with the funds that Sister Lonnie brought back from somewhere, but it is about to collapse.
As a result, two days ago, or maybe it was three days ago, after that young-looking and gorgeously dressed priest came, not only did they no longer have to worry about food, but the children and his wife were also dragged away to make ointment.
Looking at the dwarf engineering team that was replacing the gate, old Brand felt that the world might be changing too fast.
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"Reverend Mo Cheng, I may not have heard what you said just now."
Justin, the dwarf engineer, scratched his ear with a feather pen and said in surprise, "Are you saying that you want to rebuild Albert House?"
"I'm sure, Mr. Justin." Mo Cheng smiled unusually brightly. When a person has nearly seven hundred golden griffins on his body, his confidence will be as strong as the golden griffins.
"The wooden structure of the Albert House has started to decay. Rather than trying to fix it, I would rather rebuild it."
Mo Cheng took out the design drawing, which was a rough sketch he had drawn after arguing with Luo Ni all night: "My plan is to plan it according to the above, with three floors and an open space for a playground."
The picture shows a U-shaped three-story building, and in front of the building is a running track with an outer circle about 200 meters long.
"This..." Justin held the map and glanced at Loni behind Mo Cheng. After seeing her nod, he agreed, "No problem, this can be done."
At this time, Loni said, "There is no need to start work at the cemetery of the order in the east, so as not to disturb the rest of the sleepers."
Of course, Mo Cheng only planned to renovate this place which was leaky and had little protection, and had no intention of digging anyone's grave.
After handing the blueprint to Engineer Justin, Mo Cheng went straight into the house. After all, the work of demolishing and rebuilding would take time, even if the buildings in this world could be built with magic.
After Mo Cheng left, Justin waved the blueprint in his hand and said, "Sister Loni, are you sure you want us to follow that priest's instructions?"
Justin knew very well who had the final say here. At least he knew that the nun in front of him was not as weak as she seemed.
Loni rubbed her temple in distress. She didn't expect Mo Cheng to make so much noise just a few days after arriving. "Just do as he says. Also, don't dig too deep in the foundation. Don't see things you shouldn't see."
As he spoke, the look behind his glasses was cold and sharp.
Justin shuddered and said tactfully, "Justin knows nothing and won't ask anything. Justin will keep old Albert's secret to himself. Justin swears to Guanghui."
"No." Loni narrowed her eyes, and her whole body was like a sickle reaping souls. "Remember, there are no secrets in the Albert House."
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When I entered the house, the first thing I heard was Mrs. Brand's full-throated voice, "The key is the heat, the heat, just like making soup. Come, follow me and stir the soup slowly."
Among the staff of Albert's House, the only one who could understand the key points of Mo Cheng's production of the glimmering ointment was Mrs. Brand, the cook.
The other elderly people were either physically disabled, or unable to understand the key points that Mo Cheng mentioned, or could not remember the order in which to add the herbs when boiling.
As for the children, who had just eaten for a few days, they might not even be able to push the large stirring spoon, which was a physically demanding process that required more than an hour of stirring.
When Mo Cheng entered the room, the first thing that came over him was a wave of heat. Mrs. Brand was making ointment, and the finished product was carried to the table ten steps away. The girls put a large pot of ointment into small ceramic jars.
The boys were divided into two teams. One team cleaned the purple blood vine and the used pots and put them into a grinder to grind them into powder. The other team put the pottery jars into a box covered with hay and arranged them neatly.
On the table, there are pots being cleaned and boiling. There are three pots in one room that rotate so that people can rest but the pots must be boiling the ointment.
A small assembly line was born in this room.
Mo Cheng walked over and advised: "Mrs. Brand, you can take a break in the middle. You don't have to be so tired."
But the fat Mrs. Brand didn't care at all: "It's okay, this little work won't tire me out."
Of course she didn't want to rest, because Mo Cheng told her that for every pot of glimmering ointment she made, Mo Cheng would pay five silver lions to Mrs. Brand.
Even if it was heavy physical labor at the dock, the income for an hour's work would be about eight silver lions. Now, he could earn that much just by easily boiling a pot of soup, and he didn't even have to do the hard labor like those workers.
Mo Cheng also offered wages to other people, which naturally aroused everyone's infinite enthusiasm for work.
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Mo Cheng just gave some advice and didn't say anything else. Working with enthusiasm is always better than seeing a group of people looking gloomy .
At the same time, Mo Cheng was also very glad that he could come to Albert's House at this time. According to the current situation when he first arrived, if he had wasted some time on the road, Albert's House would probably have to be disbanded.
At that time, his ID card will be invalidated and he will become an unregistered person again.
It is really difficult to be an illegal resident in Fairhaven, the capital of the Mage Kingdom.
