It was obvious that Renli was not the only one who was shocked.

At this time, there were five people in the warehouse.

In addition to Fu Lu and Zuo Zhong, who have long been accustomed to this, Zixuan and the old woman's expressions are almost carved out of the same mold.

However, compared to Lan Li's shock at his wealth, the eyes of these two people were more nostalgic on those fine armors.

Seeing these weapons that were obviously beyond the specifications, Zixuan subconsciously opened her mouth: "Brother Lan family, you want to make it... Woo..."

Halfway through the words, the girl forced herself to hold it back.

Only hearing the sound, Renli felt that she must have bitten her tongue.

‘I don’t want to show off either…’

He sighed in his heart, and Lan Li pointed at Fu Lu beside him with his eyes.

Seeing this, Lao Fulu walked forward, stroked his beard with a smile and said:

"Miss Zixuan, you can't say this nonsense.

My Lan family is a famous ironmaker in the Song Dynasty. There are some weapons stored in the warehouse, which is also a proper manner.

Most of the fine weapons created in the past were donated by our Lan family to the lieutenant general and the corps of the army, which was considered to be a contribution to the country.

As for the ones stored in the warehouse.

All of them are newly forged this year.
Chapter completed!