Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Ding Xiaoyi spent time in the processing room, and the buzzing of the machines inside never stopped.

Mr. Chen watched the lights above his head flickering from time to time. Then with a "bang!", the lights suddenly went out completely.

Not only the lights suddenly went out, but also the machines in the processing room also came to a standstill at this moment.

Ding Xiaoyi was seen storming out of the workshop with a dark face, turned around and walked to the back of the house.

After about a while, a disgraced man stepped out.

"Master, please rest for a while. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Mr. Chen brought the hot towel over, and Ding Xiaoyi took it and wiped his face, feeling much refreshed.

Mr. Chen took the wiped towel and handed over a hot towel. Ding Xiaoyi put the towel on his face.

Lying back, he saw that while the person was still in mid-air, the meat ball following him rolled on the spot and immediately turned into a sofa, allowing Ding Xiaoyi to lie down comfortably.

The big head was very obedient and used its smallest tentacle to place it on his forehead and gently massage it.

Of course, you can study while having a massage.

The other two tentacles were holding a book titled "Good Food Starts with Massage" and began to study it seriously.

Enjoying the new technique developed by Datou, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, the engine power is not enough!"

This is already the third engine strike.

I used the T9 engine of the first-generation Explorer robot developed by the alliance and converted it into a generator.

It is said that with the power of the T9 engine, it is not a problem to drive the daily electricity consumption of a building.

But he couldn't bear the huge load brought by having these machines scrounged from his home in Houston and running at the same time.

Whether it is a light-sensitive printer or a precision integrated shaper, especially the photolithography machine, the filing accuracy can reach a processing tolerance of one thousandth of a millimeter.

These gadgets are destined to consume and load astonishingly once they are started.

Even though I tried my best to slow down the speed, the engine still stopped.

Moreover, the strike is very serious and it will take some time to repair it.

However, compared to the time-consuming and labor-intensive repairs, Ding Xiaoyi prefers to replace it with a more professional configuration.

By the way, I also upgraded my new Chaimu home.

Just do it if you think of it, no ink.

After Ding Xiaoyi briefly thought about it in his mind, he reached out and fumbled around in Meatball's mouth for a while, then took out a pen and paper and started designing.

I am not a design major, but my drawing skills are definitely no worse than those of professionals.

I have measured the land here before and am very clear about the scope of my authority.

It's probably not realistic to build another floor above.

But if you want to dig down two floors, one floor will be used as a processing room, and the other floor will be used as a storage room, and the important things will be placed below.

This way, you won’t panic at all the next time you encounter the underworld tide.

Change the roof of the house behind you into a bungalow, hang a ladder from the outside, and build a new kitchen for Mr. Chen on top.

Paired with some sofas, tables, etc.

The next time Bai Pangpang and his friends came, they would sit on it, eat barbecue, look at the scenery, and play mahjong.

The tip of the pen was drawing "swish..." on the paper, and after a while, it was almost done.

Looking at the new house I designed, the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. I handed the design sketch to Mr. Chen and said proudly: "Hey, what do you think?"

Mr. Chen picked it up and took a look, with a bright smile on his face.

"Not bad, not bad. We only need a few rooms before our farmhouse can be opened!"

"Farmhouse??"

The smile on Ding Xiaoyi's face suddenly froze, and he took the sketch over and took a closer look...

Suddenly his eyes became weird, there are some things that are fine if you don't say them, but once you say them, you can never go back.

Take the sketch and look left and right.

There are flowers and grass, playing cards and barbecue, playing mahjong... What is this if not a farmhouse??

In the end, he had to cover his forehead and admit that although he had been reborn, he still lacked artistic cells in his bones.

It was obviously designed as a small villa, but now it looks like a farmhouse.

But Ding Xiaoyi obviously doesn’t plan to change it anymore. Anyway, it’s a farmhouse experience to change it again and again.

“Farmhouse, just a farmhouse, as long as the stay is comfortable!”

Mr. Chen said with some worry: "Master, this is a big project. Even if we add Big Head and Rouqiu to help, if we want to start it, without two or three months of effort, we may not be able to finish even half of it. There are also

Materials are also an issue.”

I had to think about what Mr. Chen said.

Not to mention anything else, just digging a two-story basement, laying wiring, ventilation ducts, etc. is a big project.

Just relying on the four of them is very troublesome.

You can't just do nothing and just dig the soil here!

But even so, he cannot shake his determination. From a long-term perspective, Chaimu's new home must be upgraded.

If you don't upgrade, you will store more and more things in the future, which will only cause more problems.

My place is so big, I can't forget to put meatballs in my mouth.

As for your own spiritual space, you can put some things there.

But some things should never be stuffed inside.

For example, if one of his precious machines is placed inside and accidentally gets contaminated by the pool of corrosion, even if it is just a corner, the impact on the machine will be great.

Furthermore, if there is a tsunami or something like this next time, all the machines and materials that I have collected so hard will be washed away, and I will have no place to cry.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly thought of something.

Last time I heard Ge Erdan say that Liao Qiu built an office building, which was quite majestic.

I don't know if there is anything he can do.

Thinking of this, I immediately took out my ghost phone, took a photo of the sketch, posted it in the group, and @Liao Qiu.

【I want to renovate my house, is there any problem with this? 】

After sending the message, it didn’t take long for Bai Pangpang to reply to himself: [Did you design it? It looks good. When do you plan to open it?]

The other three people quickly replied to themselves.

Ping Yi Jinren: [Running a farmhouse has a bright future, a great idea!]

Tutu Youcha: [I’ll book a bed, and I want a big round bed!]

Bad old man:【+1】

With hundreds of millions of people:【+1】

Bai Pangpang:【+1】

………………

Looking at their replies, the corners of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth began to twitch. This group of people could tell that they were going to open a farmhouse!

I couldn't help but type in the chat box: "I didn't want to open a farmhouse..."

Just when he was about to type Enter, the chat window vibrated.

A photo sent by Bai Pangpang appeared in the group.

He was sitting in an unknown place, wearing a top hat and holding a tin stick. His demeanor was different from before, his eyebrows were kind and his eyes were kind, and he looked very solemn.

It's just that he is obviously not the protagonist of the photo. The main thing is that to his left, a group of goats stepping on fire clouds are strolling leisurely.

These goats have golden horns on their heads, fires under their feet, and the wool on their bodies shines with wisps of spiritual light.

You can tell at first glance that it is not ordinary.

As soon as this photo came out, everyone started cheering.

[You bastard, Lao Du will kill you!!] After Tutu Youcha said, he added: [But I will keep it secret for you, so remember to call me!]

[Let’s go together, as per the old rules, I will be responsible for bringing the wine!]

The bad old man finished speaking.

Then I heard Bai Pangpang say: [You can be a human being. Last time you said you were responsible for bringing the drinks, but Bai Pangpang almost cried.]

Look at the excited expressions of everyone on the screen.

Ding Xiaoyi smashed his mouth, silently holding down the ← key to delete the words in his chat box.
To be continued...