The blacksmith's lips moved several times, but he didn't utter a single word.
He stepped on the warm slush with his bare feet, staring down at his feet that were constantly emitting white air, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.
On both sides of the street, strange things are still happening one after another.
The dead old tree on the roadside had just lost its ice edges, and a touch of green was squeezed out of the cracks in the dry bark.
In the blink of an eye, the new leaves unfolded against the warm water vapor.
"Mom, look, the tree has leaves!"
The goose-feather snow that was rolling wildly in mid-air had not yet fallen on the roof, but was held up by the heat wave rising from the ground.
The huge underground sealing array then moved and directed all the melted snow water to the drainage ditch.
Harusame, which smelled of earth, hit Konoha head-on and face-first on the eaves of Konoha.
The snow within ten miles was melted into pieces, and in a blink of an eye, it merged into warm water.
Geothermal Pipelines, which was originally only planned for the first phase of the village east, rushed all the way through the pressure relief ring pipe and ran towards the entire village along the ground veins.
Konoha was pulled out of the cold winter for no reason and forced into spring.
The whole street was quiet for a moment, and then erupted into a carnival that could overturn Hokage Rock.
"Oh my God, the snow is melting!"
"This is the Yondaime's sanctification!"
"Long live Lord Hokage!"
The aunt selling breakfast threw the broken cattail leaf fan used to start the fire into the snow water and shouted with the crowd at the top of her lungs.
Several elderly people with handicapped legs held on to the door frame, shivering and kneeling down towards Hokage Building, smacking their foreheads into the wet mud.
At this time, on the Hokage Building rooftop, Minato was only wearing thin Hokage Haori. Listening to the shouts of long live soaring into the sky from downstairs, he raised his hands and rubbed his temples.
His left hand was holding the pipeline activation document, and his right hand was holding the additional order that exceeded three times the budget. The paper Kakuzu was almost torn.
"When I listened to Orochimaru's report, I thought you just wanted to get a few large heaters."
Minato let out a sigh of relief and moved his eyes from the bill to the steaming village at his feet.
"Who would have thought that you would create a small sun directly under Konoha."
Fugaku stood by the railing, looking at the cheering villagers on the street, and glanced at Minato.
"The villagers are thanking you."
"This is the most beautiful thing you have done since taking over."
Minato folded the sky-high price bill back and forth several times, and suddenly there were several deep marks on the originally flat paper.
"I'm responsible for my reputation, but no one can fill the hole that has been exceeded..."
Ye put his hands in his pockets and walked to the edge of the rooftop with leisurely steps.
The System Panel in my mind also completely fell into madness at this moment, and the rolling numbers filled the entire field of vision.
[Ding! The extreme shock and crazy adoration value from all the villagers of Konoha, +1280000!].
[Ding! The surprise and gratitude value from the residents around Konoha, +1240000!].
[Ding! The cognitive impact value from the Hyuga Main Family looking at Geothermal Sealing Array, +45000!].
Ye feels that Minato's worries are a bit unnecessary.
Underground Money House has just started to make money with the foundation he copied back.
Konoha The snow melted so fast that every house in the front was still shivering wrapped in quilts, while the people on the street in the back were already sweating from the heat.
The villagers have been bored in their houses for a whole winter. Now when the doors and windows are opened, no one can sit still.
No one wants to stay at home smelling the smoke, and people from every household are throwing their arms away and flocking to Shopping Street.
The entire main street was packed to the brim in an instant, and the smell of low-quality powdered fat, combined with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, swirled around the heads of the crowded people.
At the outermost edge of the crowd, a head of red hair forced its way through the gap between the shoulders of two fat ladies.
Kushina rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, his eyes glowed faintly red, and he didn't even stop for half a step.
Konoha Supermarket before the Chinese New Year is her annual official battlefield.
Today she not only had to buy all the spring clothes for Naruto, she also had to pick out a set of shoulder pads for Madara Uchiha that could prevent urine stains.
Relying on Uzumaki's abnormal physique, she ran rampant in the crowd tactics of the supermarket aunt.
Before the person in front of her could react, she had already squeezed under the shelf.
Before several lucky bags filled with special New Year goods were settled, she raised her hand to intercept them in the air, turned around and stuffed them into her own shopping bag.
In less than half a cup of tea, the large cloth bag behind her was so full that it could hardly be tied up.
All the aunts around who had been hanging out in the vegetable market all year round were pushed to the outer circle. They stretched their necks one by one and could only stand there and stare.
Kushina happily squeezed out of the door carrying the loot on his back. As soon as he stepped down the steps, he almost ran into a wall of people.
Blocking the door was a row of Uchiha elites wearing Konoha Military Police Force uniforms.
This group of old men who usually walked sideways on the street were all sullen at the moment, and they were actually holding bamboo baskets with flower patterns in their hands.
Mikoto Uchiha stood in the middle of them, wearing a high-end kimono, looking down at the purchase order in his hand.
This battle has nothing to do with shopping for groceries, it's just like Mrs. Daimyō went to the countryside to inspect.
"It's a bit crowded in front, let me clear the way for Madam!"
The team leader at the front tensed his shoulders, his right hand had already touched the handle of the Ninja Sword knife, and his staring posture was even more fierce than when he encountered the Hidden Cloud spy.
Mikoto sighed softly and reached out to push his turned-up collar back to its original position.
"Relax, everyone is buying New Year's goods, no one will plot against me."
Kushina stood on the steps, looking at this exaggerated display, and burst into laughter on the spot.
"Mikoto, are you here for shopping or to suppress bandits?"
Mikoto raised his head, saw the exaggerated big bag behind Kushina, raised his hand to cover his mouth and laughed.
"Fugaku insists on arranging it, and I can't drive it away."
Kushina jumped down the steps and reached out to squeeze the squad leader's tense shoulders.
"Okay, don't scare this young man to death. Come on, come with me to look at the ingredients."
The two were about to walk forward side by side when a stooped old lady in gray robe leaned against the wall and hurriedly turned from the alley next to them.
The old lady had gray hair and a severely slumped back. She always avoided the eyes of people around her when she walked.
She was holding a coarse cloth bag in her hand, with a yellowed cabbage stick exposed from the bag's mouth, which was obviously left over from the stall owner's selection.
Kushina's peripheral vision swept over the wrinkled old face, and his stepped feet stopped in mid-air.
Even if a layer of skin had been worn away by time, she could still recognize that face.
"Utatane Koharu?"
The old lady's shoulders and back in gray robe immediately tensed up, and her feet also stopped.
When she saw Uchiha Police Force lined up behind them, her eyelids jumped twice.
Utatane Koharu immediately moved to the side, just wanting to stick to the wall and go around the crowd.
She had only taken two steps, and Mikoto had already raised her head and looked over.
"Master Koharu, are you going out to buy groceries?"
Mikoto had sharp eyes and greeted him gently. No matter how noisy the crowd was, they could not cover up these words.
Utatane Koharu stopped in place, with half of the green onion in his hand hanging in the air.
She swallowed the suffocating breath and could only turn around and forced out a dry smile.
This old woman had her teeth pulled out early this morning, and she had been reduced from a high-ranking consultant to an ordinary aunt that no one cared about. She couldn't hide the aggrieved look in her eyes.
Kushina's eyes are so poisonous that he can see through her discomfort at a glance.
She raised her eyebrows, immediately followed the rhythm of Mikoto, and shouted at the top of her voice.
"Oh, hey, it's really Master Koharu!"
Her voice was so crisp and bright that all the aunts on the street turned to look over.
"The Chinese New Year is almost here, why do you always buy these half green onions?"