Liu Ping'an has 150 years to live, and the life span line on the panel now shows 18/150. This is a number that many nobles have been seeking for their entire lives, and if it could be subtracted by 10 years and added to someone else's, I believe no one would not be tempted. If a wealthy man who is dying, I believe that if he gives away half of his wealth, there will be people lining up to beg him.

However, even if I have the system, I cannot do this. Even if it is the person I love the most or my bloodline in this world in the future, it cannot be done.

Unfortunately, time is the most fair and the most ruthless thing. It is invisible and intangible, but its passage can be felt from the sunrise and the setting of the moon every day. When you get up and wash up every day, you look a little older in the mirror, and your white hair becomes a little thicker.

I just don't know if those who have done all kinds of bad things in their lives will really go to the 18th level of hell after they die. No, if there really is hell, these damned rich people can take a lot of gold and silver ingots to the Greek hell, and when they are reincarnated in the next life, they will weigh the gold and silver and choose a good family. I just don't know if the Greek side dares to accept the business of the Eastern Underworld.

However, Liu Ping'an has a dream space and the energy brought by the world tree from nowhere every day, so he can cultivate crops with spiritual energy. This allows the person he loves most in this life to enjoy the benefits of hanging 13. Not to mention immortality, but his first generation of blood relatives live a hundred years, and it is not a problem to be a centenarian. When he is old, he can still sing and dance rap.

The grace of a gentleman can only extend to five generations. The 150 years of my life should be the limit of my life. At most, I can have five generations living under one roof, and I can protect my sons and grandsons, but if I go beyond that, it will not be my responsibility.

Having already embarked on the path of cultivation, he could vaguely feel the suppression of this earth on him and its unfriendly attitude towards practitioners. If it weren't for the suppression of so many treasures on his body, he would have been drained to the human limit of the captain's hips, not to mention the automatic cultivation every day. Although it was useless, his technique was a high-level technique for refining the spirit, and the body and qi training were just incidental. Although it was not bad, it was not as amazing as the spirit refining aspect, and he had to wait until each magic weapon grew up and cooperated with the secret techniques in the technique to make up for the shortcomings in the spirit refining aspect.

As for this vast starry sky, if there are no aliens or other civilizations, at least Liu Pingan doesn't believe it now. This? I have traveled through time, I can't help but believe it! However, even if human technological civilization develops for another 130 years, it is hard to say whether it can break through the Milky Way, so I just lie down in this life.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was busy in the kitchen. He had been very well behaved in the kitchen these days. However, he did not do much work himself. He had passed on the skills of cooking big pot dishes to some apprentices in the kitchen. The young men who could enter the kitchen at this moment had some relationship with the leaders of the factory.

This kitchen has been a lucrative job since ancient times. It doesn't matter how much money you make, but you will definitely not go hungry. The cooking method of this big pot is enough for them to make a living even now, but it is not as delicious as cooking it yourself. However, adding your own secret spices makes it different, and it is almost the same as cooking it yourself.

This secret spice is also the basis for his livelihood in the kitchen of the steel mill. Although for him, such a formula can be easily configured into another one. But now it is used to control these apprentices.

The saying "teach your master and starve your apprentice" is not just a saying, especially in our various industries, where apprentices are better than their masters and the masters are squeezed to death has been going on for thousands of years.

There is no patent protection law at the moment, and even if there is, piracy is ignored. I wonder if anyone has ever bought a genuine VCD disc from the mainland; who has ever paid to download music from an MP3 player; and how many people are watching movies online for free?

There is nothing wrong with keeping a few skills, especially for people like chefs who make a living by their skills. Master Jia Dongxu of No. 95 Courtyard, Yi Zhonghai, knows this well. He is an eighth-level fitter, but he has never trained an apprentice who is higher than the fifth level in his life.

When Yi Zhonghai retired, the steel mill did not include him, a level 7 fitter, in the list of senior technicians to be hired. Even the level fitters in his own workshop were included, but not him.

When Yi Zhonghai was promoted to the eighth-level worker, he relied on his status as an eighth-level worker to do all kinds of dirty tricks in the factory and the courtyard. The rolling mill was not very clear about the things in the courtyard, and Lao Deng even kept it a secret from the street office. However, the rolling mill did not give the workshop director any face, and all kinds of high-level yin and yang operations were carried out, forming cliques with his apprentices. Will these apprentices, who have been fourth-level workers all their lives, suddenly realize their mistakes after retirement?

Although he did not come openly with the leader, when he was in the first workshop of the steel rolling mill, Yi Zhonghai was the boss. Yi Zhonghai, you are aloof, you are an eighth-level worker, the factory director has to give you face when he sees you, I, a workshop director, can't afford to offend you.

When you retire, you still want to be rehired. Can't I control you as a retired worker now? If you still want to be rehired to the factory, you, Yi Zhonghai, can go home and collect your pension in peace. We had this grudge before you, Yi Zhonghai, retired. When you, Yi Zhonghai, were in the workshop, I had a very bad time as the workshop director. When you retire, it will be time for us to settle accounts.

He Yuzhu now relies on this secret spice to control the kitchen. The ingredients are all purchased in bulk, not only for his own kitchen, but also for the other canteens every day. However, he is the only one who can make this spice. It is useless to tell you the ingredients. There are more than a dozen ingredients. If one is missing, who knows which one it is. If one is missing or one is extra, who knows about these dozens of ingredients!

Just like the thirteen spices now, the ingredients are written on the outside of the box, but who can make an exact match? As the saying goes, the truth can be conveyed in one sentence, but falsehood can only be conveyed in ten thousand books.

But now at least the chefs don’t have to fry the pot when cooking, and there are no milk powders. Eggs are also from the chicken butt bank. The salt, vinegar and matchboxes in rural people’s homes are exchanged for these eggs. It’s really a chicken butt bank. The free-range old hens go out to find insects to eat during the day, and don’t need to be fed by people. At night, they return to the nest to lay eggs at irregular times.

The owner just needs to clean the chicken coop regularly, and the old hens that don't lay eggs will be sold by the owner. Now, an outsider can't buy them even if he pays 2 to 300 yuan.

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