Chapter 395 Do I like your skills?
After arriving in Pingyi County, he didn't even have a good rest, so he had to force himself to act in a play to help cover up the fact that Li Hui was not in Pingyi, which almost exhausted Feng Yong to death.
After resting for two days, I finally felt better.
Finally got some free time, so he went up the mountain to relax. Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang kept bombarding his ears again, which made him so upset that it was difficult not to hit anyone.
Except Li Yi who wanted to stay in the Dudu Mansion to continue acting, Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and Yang Wanwan all followed him.
The four of them were walking around, and the few people who were following them had already gone to the front to look for things.
Most of the remaining parts are at the bottom of the mountain, tightly surrounding this small mountain peak.
Although there are currently no rebels in Pingyi County, who knows if a ranger will emerge from somewhere?
At this time, only rustling sounds could be heard from above. Feng Yong glared at Zhao Guang and said, "Silence! Someone is coming."
"Feng Langjun, it's not far ahead. Lu Laoliu said that there are about ten poppy trees on the mountain, and there are two not far away above."
After a while, Feng Yong’s leader, Lu Laozu, appeared in front of several people and said to Feng Yong.
Feng Yong nodded and said, "Let's go up and have a look."
A few people climbed up for a while, and saw a relatively flat place where several tribes were standing around. An old man in shabby clothes with gray hair and beard was standing in front of a small tree.
When the old man saw Feng Yong coming, he quickly bowed and said, "Feng Langjun, do you think it's this tree?"
Feng Yong walked forward and saw that the tree was only three or four meters high. The trunk was not big, the leaves were oval in shape, and the tops were short and pointed. There were many branches hanging down less than one meter from the ground, and there were some green branches hanging on them. of small cones.
The fruit has a smooth skin with a small spike at the bottom.
You can even occasionally see one or two white petals under the tree.
Seeing Zhao Guang reaching out to pick a fruit and about to put it in his mouth to taste it, Feng Yong quickly shouted: "You can't eat that!"
"Can't eat it? What does the elder brother want to do with it?" Zhao Guang asked strangely, "I thought the elder brother wanted to find some wild fruits in the mountains to try."
"Put it down first!" Feng Yong shouted, "This fruit is poisonous. If you want to die, just eat it!"
Yang Wanwan, who was on the sidelines, quietly threw away the fruit in his hand while no one was paying attention.
"Poisonous?" When Zhao Guang heard this, he was so frightened that he threw the fruit away. "Brother, why are you looking for such poisonous fruit?"
Feng Yong looked frightened Zhao Guang and did not answer him. He just turned around and looked at the tree carefully.
The appearance of this tree is still different from that of later generations.
This kind of tree grew taller and more lush in later generations.
If it weren't for the fact that its fruit was similar to that of later generations, Feng Yong wouldn't be sure it was what he was looking for.
Picked off a fruit, took out the dagger he carried with him, and carefully cut open the small fruit, and found that there were only three unripe seeds inside.
However, the seeds look similar to those of later generations.
Feng Yong then smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it."
In order for future generations to make this tree grow well and bear more fruit, it needs to be carefully cared for by fertilizing, weeding, and weeding.
The soil on this mountain is already poor. Compared with the trees specially planted in later generations, it is normal for it to be relatively malnourished.
Of course, it is more likely that the later varieties were improved and selected. This is the original variety, so it is smaller and the fruits are sparse.
Glancing at the old man, Feng Yong asked, "Are there many trees like this on the flat hills?"
The old man replied, "Back to Feng Langjun, there are quite a few. There are several on almost every hilltop, and there are even more than ten."
Feng Yong smiled and said, "No wonder. It seems that your family's unique craft of making oil umbrellas is also due to these trees, right?"
After hearing this, the old man's expression changed drastically. He took two steps back warily and subconsciously made a defensive posture. At the same time, he glanced at Old Soldier Lu.
“锵!”
Seeing that the old man's movements were wrong, Zhao Guang had already pulled out his sword. With a flash of cold light, he stepped forward and struck with the sword without saying a word!
Wang Xun reacted equally quickly. He drew his saber and covered it in front of Feng Yong. At the same time, he and Zhao Guang faintly formed a joint attack. Then he pointed the long saber at Old Soldier Lu and shouted, "Don't move!"
Yang Wanwan immediately stood behind Feng Yong, looking around carefully to prevent anyone from rushing over from other places.
The tribesmen were a step slower to react, but after Zhao Guang stabbed the sword, they had already drawn their weapons and dispersed into a circle, guarding Feng Yong in the middle.
Old soldier Lu was the quickest to react in the game. Unexpectedly, he subconsciously took a step forward and saw the tip of Wang Xun's sword pointed at him. Then he remembered something and couldn't help but let out a long sigh and put down the weapon in his hand. Withdrew from the guard circle.
The old man over there only had a wooden stick in his hand to carry up the mountain. When he saw Zhao Guang's sword stabbing him, he didn't dare to block it, so he rolled over and avoided it.
He was just about to think about running away when Old Lu shouted, "Laoliu Lu, if you don't care about your family and those old brothers, then run away!"
The old man's body that had just stood up suddenly paused, and then he stood slumped motionless.
The tip of Zhao Guang's sword could reach his back vest, almost piercing his body.
But after all, he is a character who has escaped from Zhao Yun's stick countless times, and his uncle is Ma Chao.
The Ma family’s swordsmanship is famous for its “hands-on skills”.
Now this old lady dotes on him, so he has gained some true inheritance. When he saw the old man standing still, with a "swish" sound, he drew the sword in a direction and put it directly on the old man's neck.
The actions of these people are a long story, but it only takes a few breaths for the rabbit to rise and the falcon to fall.
On the contrary, Feng Tubao, the most important person among the people, looked confused.
Because he hasn't realized what happened yet.
“Uncle, your surname is Lu after all, so you just brought someone here to steal my family’s craftsmanship?”
The old man named Lu Laoliu ignored the cold sword beside his neck, slowly turned around, and made a **** with the sword. He looked at Old Lu with eyes full of anger and said through gritted teeth.
Old Lu looked at Feng Yong with a wry smile, then looked at the old man, "This is a misunderstanding."
"What happened?"
Feng Yong only recovered from his dazed state at this time and asked strangely, "Yiwen, is there something wrong with this old man?"
“Brother, just now I saw that the old man looked wrong and made some moves with his hands, so I took a preemptive strike.”
Zhao Guang's sword did not leave Lu Laoliu's neck at all.
This Lu Laoliu was introduced by Lu Laozu. I heard that the two of them are of the same clan, so Feng Yong looked at Lu Laozu with a questioning look, "Oh? Is there any misunderstanding?"
"The villain, this nephew, has never seen the world. He thought that the master wanted to take away his family's craftsmanship, so he thought of running away. Unexpectedly, Zhao Langjun misunderstood."
“Craftsmanship? What craftsmanship? The craftsmanship of making oil umbrellas?”
Feng Yong asked with a bit of laughter.
Lao Lu nodded.
After receiving the confirmation from Lu Laoliu, Feng Yong looked at Lu Laoliu again and pointed at his nose, "Why am I interested in your skills?"
Lv Laoliu was silent.
“It’s fair to say, put your sword away.”
Knowing that this was a misunderstanding, Feng Yong gave an order.
Zhao Guang responded, took two steps back, and then put his sword back. His eyes were full of warning, signaling Lu Laoliu not to move.
“Do you, the Lu family’s oil umbrella, collect the fruits of the poppy tree in autumn, squeeze out the oil, and apply it on that umbrella?”
As soon as these words came out, Lu Laoliu's face changed drastically. He looked at Feng Yong in disbelief, and then looked at Lu Laozu.
“Look what I’m doing? I don’t know how your family makes umbrellas!”
Lao Zu Lu was troubled by this guy. When he saw him looking over, he said angrily.
But he was also murmuring in his heart, looking at this situation, could it be that what Feng Langjun said is right?
“I heard that your family’s carpentry work is pretty good, maybe it’s because of this oil, right?”
Feng Yong added another sentence when he saw this guy's expression.
Lu Laoliu's face suddenly turned ashen.
Although he did not answer, Feng Yong knew that he had said the right thing.
Tung oil was an extremely important industrial raw material in later generations.
China is not only the origin of tung oil, but also the largest producer. Although people all over the world have tried to introduce tung trees, unfortunately this plant is quite patriotic - it only grows best in China and produces the highest quality oil.
So in future generations, no country’s tung oil will pose a threat to China.
Even during the Anti-Japanese War, China used tung oil to obtain loans from Meirenxi.
In China, Sichuan, Guizhou and Yunnan are one of the most important tung oil producing areas.
Because this is the most suitable place for the growth of tung trees.
It is exactly the scope of control of the Han Dynasty today.
The effect of tung oil has been discovered by some people at this time, but it should be limited to a small number of people. Just look at Lu Laoliu in front of you and you will understand.
Think of tung oil as his family’s unique craft.
Seeing that he was still unwilling to speak, Feng Yong shook his head and gave him the final blow, "I also know that the oil obtained by frying the fruit and then pressing the oil is the best."
As soon as these words came out, Lu Laoliu finally fell to the ground softly, raised his head, and begged, "Please let Feng Langjun live. This villain relies on this craft to make a living. Without this craft, the whole family will starve to death." …”
"Don't worry, I don't like your craftsmanship. My property in Hanzhong, one day's output, can almost buy you food and clothing for half a lifetime, and you won't even have to steal other people's craftsmanship."
Feng Yong clicked his tongue, looking down on his petty attitude, "If you can't trust me, how can you not trust Old Soldier Lu?"
Lu Laoliu glanced at Lu Laozu again, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were clear: I don't believe him.
Old soldier Lu couldn't see what he meant, so he quickly stepped over and kicked him, and cursed, "I am your uncle after all! How can you be so vicious and push your own family to a dead end?"
“Don’t worry, if you lose this skill because of me, I can support your whole family with my current monthly salary!”
Old soldier Lu cursed and kicked him again.
Seeing that the two old guys in front of him were almost the same age, but one was called uncle and the other was nephew, Feng Yong wanted to laugh but was embarrassed, so he had to stop him and said, "Okay, Uncle Lu. His family relies on this craft to make a living. Well, it’s human nature to watch more closely.”
Speaking, he looked at Lu Laoliu again, "Since you know how to use this tung oil, you should have some oil at home, right?"
Lu Laoliu no longer had the confidence to remain silent this time, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes."
Now he can only hope that the noble man in front of him will keep his word and not ruin his own path. How can he dare to show any disobedience?
Feng Yong said to Old Soldier Lu, "Uncle Lu, follow him and bring back some oil."
Then he said to everyone, "Let's go back."
Speaking, he took the lead and walked down the mountain.
Watching Feng Yong and his party disappear into the forest, Lu Laoliu asked cautiously, "Uncle, what about Feng Langjun..."
“Shut up, me!”
Old Soldier Lu slapped him in the face and cursed, "I found a way for you with good intentions, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant like a fool! I almost got in trouble, get out, go back and get the oil." !”
Lv Laoliu was slapped and did not dare to say anything.
He knew that he was indeed in the wrong.
Lu Laoliu turned around and picked up the weapon he dropped at the beginning, threw it in front of Lu Laoliu, and sneered, "You are also a person who came down from the battle formation. Look at this knife, how much is it worth?"
“Zhanma Dao?!”
As soon as Lu Laoliu picked it up, he exclaimed.
“Is this…is this…really a slaying sword?”
Lu Laoliu looked up at his uncle in disbelief and asked with some trembling, "Uncle...where did you get it by killing a high official?"
After hearing this, Old Soldier Lu let out a "poof", "Can you get it by killing a high official? Which general is so generous as to reward you with the captured horse-killing sword? You idiot, listen to me, this is The master’s family gave it to me! It’s my own, do you hear me?”
"impossible!"
Lu Laoliu raised his voice and shook his head repeatedly, "It's impossible. Even the generals in the army, not many people can use such a good sword. Uncle, you...you..."
He wanted to say that you are just a part of the story, but then he remembered the rumors in Hanzhong and what the old uncle said to him when he came to see him, and he became a little confused at the moment.
“Which of the master’s personal guards does not have a saber in his hand?”
Lu Laozu looked at his nephew with the eyes of a country bumpkin and sneered, "How can the generals in our army in the past compare with me today? If nothing else, just say that you have to have the means to get this knife. In exchange for money and food, will it be enough for your family to find a way to survive?"
“Don’t change it! Use it as a family heirloom!”
Lv Laoliu shook his head repeatedly.
“You **** give the knife back to me! This is not your family heirloom!”
When Lu Laozu heard this, he was furious, "I'm still waiting to pass it on to my child!"
"Uncle! Uncle! I'll just watch it for a while, just for a while!"
Lu Laoliu, who was about the same age as Lu Laozu, called him uncle and begged with saliva, "I have never touched such a good thing in my life!"
“Look quickly!”
Old soldier Lu said impatiently, "You have to go back to get oil! Look at your potential! Will Feng Langjun steal your craftsmanship? How dare you think! The money you earn from doing crafts all your life will be worth a day." I can earn it for you, can you believe it?”
When Lu Laoliu heard this, he wanted to be suspicious, but what he held in his hand was a real horse-killing sword. Thinking about the weapons of those tribes just now, it seemed that... they were all just as the clan uncle said. It is exactly the same as the knife in his hand.
As soon as I thought about it, I no longer dared to say anything I didn’t believe.
Is this Feng Langjun really as rumored?
“Uncle, I want to try this knife, okay?”
Lu Laoliu said, regardless of whether Lu Laoliu agreed or not, he immediately swung his knife to chop down the tree next to him.
There was only a crash, and the tree as thick as a bowl fell down.
The two of them were stunned at the same time.
After a while.
I saw Lu Laoliu's eyes shining, "What a knife!"
Lao Lu cursed loudly: "I'm sorry to you, my mother!"
As he said that, he came up with a series of punches and kicks, "I'll beat you to death, you loser!"
“Old uncle, old uncle, what’s wrong with me?”
Lu Laoliu held his head and did not dare to resist.
(End of this chapter)