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.

He regards tung oil as his 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 softly to the ground, raised his head, and begged, "Please let Mr. Feng free a way out. This villain relies on this little craftsmanship to make a living. Without this craftsmanship, the whole family will starve to death."

…”

"Don't worry, I don't like your craftsmanship. The output of my property in Hanzhong in one day 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, disdainful of 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 clearly said: I don't believe him.

Old soldier Lu couldn't understand what he meant. He quickly stepped over and kicked him, scolding him, "I am your clan uncle after all! How can he be so vicious to push his 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.”

As he said that, he looked at Lu Laoliu and said, "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 really 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."

With that said, 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!"

Lu Laozu slapped him in the face and cursed, "I kindly found a way for you, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant! I almost got hurt, get out, go back and get the oil."

!”

Lu Laoliu was slapped and did not dare to say anything.

He knew that he was indeed in some wrong.

Lu Laoliu turned around and picked up the weapon he had thrown away 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, how much is this knife worth?"

"Zhanma Sword?!"

As soon as Lu Laoliu picked it up, he exclaimed.

"This...this...is really a slaying sword?"

Lu Laoliu looked up at his uncle in disbelief, and asked tremblingly, "Uncle...where did you get it by killing a high official?"

After hearing this, Old Soldier Lu let out a "poof" and said, "Can you get it if you kill a high official? Which general is so generous as to reward you with the captured sword for your use? You idiot, listen to me, this is

What the master gave me as a reward! It’s my own, do you hear me?”

"impossible!"

Lu Laoliu raised his voice and shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible. Even among the generals in the army, not many 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 doesn't 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 connections 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! Keep it as a family heirloom!"

Lu Laoliu shook his head repeatedly.

"Why don't you give the knife back to me! This is not your family heirloom!"

When Lu Laozu heard this, he was immediately 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 Laoliu, called him uncle and begged with saliva on his face, "I have never touched such a good thing in my life!"

"Look quickly!"

Old soldier Lu said impatiently, "You still have to go back to get oil! Look at your potential! Will Feng Langjun rob your family of craftsmanship? How dare you think! The money you earn from doing crafts all your life will cost others 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 just now, it seemed that... they were all just like what the clan uncle said.

They are all exactly the same as the knife in my hand.

As soon as I thought about it, I didn't dare to say anything I didn't believe.

Is this Feng Langjun really as rumored?
Chapter completed!