Hashirama stopped wielding his hoe.
The passionate expression on his face froze for a moment.
Then suddenly, the whole person fell silent.
He looked down at the hoe, then at the large, untouched patch of land in the backyard.
Then look at the beer crates piled up in the shade.
At that moment, he seemed to finally understand something.
"Spot."
"You mean..."
Madara immediately raised his hand and pressed it against Hashirama's mouth.
"Shut up."
Hashirama's eyes widened.
Madara lowered his voice, his tone so fierce it sounded like he was discussing some Shinobi World secret.
"Don't shout."
Do you want the boss to hear you?
Hashirama nodded quickly.
Ban then released his grip.
Hashirama looked around and lowered his voice as well.
"You mean, we can slow down?"
Ban snorted coldly.
"It's not called slow."
"It's called meticulous construction."
Tobirama, who was pulling the fishing line over the pond, paused upon hearing this.
He looked up at Ban.
The blemishes do not change color.
"A vegetable garden is meant to be used long-term; it cannot be hastily constructed."
"The same goes for fishponds."
"The soil must be sifted, the ridges must be straight, and the slopes must be stable."
"Make a little progress every day, while ensuring quality."
Tobirama remained silent for a moment, then surprisingly nodded.
That makes sense.
Zabuza's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.
He understood.
These legendary figures intend to dawdle.
Hashirama was utterly shocked.
He looked at Madara, then at Tobirama.
"So that's how it can be done."
Ban said coldly, "You only understand now?"
Hashirama lowered his voice, his face serious.
"Understood."
"From now on, we must proceed with the backyard construction progress diligently, meticulously, and steadily."
Ban nodded in satisfaction.
That's more like it.
Hashirama added another sentence.
"A guaranteed ten bottles of beer every day."
Ban's expression changed, and he immediately covered Ban's mouth again.
I told you not to shout!
Hashirama nodded quickly, his voice muffled as he spoke through Madara's fingers.
"Mmm!"
Tobirama looked at his older brother and sighed.
"Brother, your mouth will get you into trouble sooner or later."
Zabuza whispered, "Won't the boss find out if we do this?"
Ban glanced at him.
"As long as it's not excessive, the boss won't interfere."
Zabuza frowned.
Are you sure?
Ban sneered.
"If the boss really didn't want to provide alcohol, he wouldn't have said ten bottles a day."
Tobirama nodded.
" Boss Zhang Yu values results."
"As long as the progress is reasonable and the quality is up to standard, a slight delay is not considered a violation."
Izuna came out of the kitchen carrying iced cola and snacks. After hearing the last sentence, he added casually.
"Furthermore, processing too quickly puts a lot of pressure on the kitchen's supply chain."
Hashirama immediately gave him a thumbs up.
" Izuna understands too!"
Izuna looked at him.
" Lord Hashirama, your voice is too loud again."
Hashirama immediately covered his mouth.
The group exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other.
From that moment on, the way we did housework in the backyard completely changed.
Instead of digging up half a patch of land with a single hoe, Hashirama squatted down and carefully picked out the grass roots.
Pick one, and take a look at the sun.
Pick one more, and take a sip of water.
Ban was in charge of supervising the field ridges, and he would repeatedly adjust a line that could be completed in half a quarter of an hour.
"It's crooked."
Looking down from the Hashirama.
"Where is it crooked?"
Ban pointed to the ground.
"If your heart is not upright, the line will be crooked."
Hashirama suddenly realized.
That makes sense.
Tobirama is more professional.
He stretched out lines to measure the fishpond area, again and again.
Zabuza stood to the side with a shovel, waiting for a long time but never receiving the order to start digging.
"Is it ready yet?"
Tobirama said calmly, "The relationship between the fishpond and the future needs to be carefully managed; we can't be hasty."
Zabuza stared silently at the wooden stake that Tobirama had moved back and forth by three inches.
He understands now.
These people are too good at stalling.
Bai stood at the entrance of the front hall, occasionally glancing back at the backyard.
Although he couldn't hear everything, he felt something was off as he watched Hashirama and the others suddenly go from passionately exploring the wilderness to meticulously crafting their work.
Zhang Yu sat behind the bar, his fingers lightly tapping the table.
The system panel clearly showed the subtle movements of the people in the backyard.
[Employee Hashirama Senju: Current status: meticulously picking through grass roots, actual efficiency decreased by 60%.]
[Employee Madara Uchiha: Current status: Supervising the field, seemingly deliberately slowing down progress.]
[Employee Tobirama Senju: Current status: Repeatedly measuring the fishpond boundary; efficiency is reasonably low.]
[Employee Zabuza Momochi: Current status: Waiting for excavation to begin, feeling frustrated.]
Zhang Yu almost burst out laughing after reading it.
Goodness!
I learned to slack off as soon as I started working.
Especially freckles.
This guy may look aloof, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
In order to get ten bottles of ice-cold beer every day, she even managed to Hashirama that hot-blooded idiot Hashirama astray.
Zhang Yu picked up his cola and took a sip, showing no intention of exposing the deception.
As long as they're not lying around doing nothing, a little bit of slacking off is fine.
Anyway, building the backyard isn't something that can be done in a day or two.
Vegetable gardens and fish ponds are meant to be used long-term, so a slower pace is actually more stable.
Besides, exchanging ten bottles of beer for these top-tier experts to work in the fields, it's a win-win situation for him.
The front hall has been unusually quiet these past few days.
Most of the employees were taken to the backyard to clear the land.
Only Zhang Yu and Bai remained on duty in the lobby.
Bai, dressed in a black uniform, stood at the entrance to greet customers. Occasionally, when a customer entered the store, he would gently bow his head.
Welcome to the Undead Tavern.
Her voice is gentle, and she's pleasing to the eye.
The customer initially just wanted a Coke when he entered, but upon seeing Bai, he couldn't resist ordering an extra snack.
Zhang Yu sat behind the bar, feeling more and more comfortable.
It has to be said that with Bai in the lobby, the atmosphere of the pub softened considerably.
Unlike when Ban was around, guests entering the room would first wonder if they had walked into a battlefield.
White is different.
He stood at the doorway, clean, gentle, and quiet.
Many Konoha have even remembered that the Undead Tavern had a particularly beautiful greeter.
The number of customers hasn't exploded these past few days, but it's remained stable.
Zhang Yu was very satisfied with this.
In the backyard, although I was slacking off, the progress was actually quite fast.
On the first day, most of the weeds in the vegetable garden area were cleared, and the boundaries of the fishpond were completely defined.
The next day, Hashirama and Ban turned the soil over and over again, and the field ridges finally began to take shape.
On the third day, Zabuza began digging a fishpond.
He complained about the trouble, but when it came to actually doing it, he was quite efficient.
With one shovel strike, dirt flew far away.
Tobirama kept reminding him from the side.
Don't dig the slope too steep.
"Deep control."
The bottom should be flat.
Zabuza his teeth.
"Are you going to dig it yourself or not?"
Tobirama said calmly, "I am the planner."
Zabuza bent the shovel in his hand.
On the fourth day, Izuna began to give everyone extra food.
Physical labor is indeed very physically demanding; Hashirama could eat three large bowls of rice in Hashirama.
He appeared indifferent, but he took quite a few bottles of beer.
Tobirama was the most disciplined, drinking exactly ten bottles a day, no more, no less, and keeping meticulous records.
Zabuza initially claimed he wasn't a heavy drinker, but after finishing an ice-cold beer, he became noticeably more proactive in digging fishponds the next day.
On the fifth day, the vegetable garden ridges were formed.