After arriving in Pingyi County, he didn't have a good rest and 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 having some free time, he went up the mountain to relax. Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang kept bombarding his ears again, making him so upset that it was difficult not to hit anyone.
Except for 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 walked and stopped, and the few people who followed 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 opium poplaria trees on this 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."
After a few people climbed up for a while, they 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 leaves hanging on them.
of small cones.
The fruit has a smooth skin and 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 brother want to do with it?" Zhao Guang asked strangely, "I thought 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 side, quickly 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.
In later generations, this kind of tree grew taller and more lush.
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.
He 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 appearance of the seeds is similar to those of later generations.
Feng Yong then smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, this is it."
In order for future generations to make this plant grow well and bear more fruit, it needs to be fertilized, weeded and cared for carefully.
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 later varieties are improved and selected. This is an 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 some even have more than ten."
Feng Yong smiled and said, "No wonder. It seems that your family's unique craft of making oil umbrellas is also thanks to these trees, right?"
After hearing this, the old man's expression changed drastically, he took two steps back warily, subconsciously made a defensive posture, and at the same time glanced at Old Soldier Lu.
"Qiang!"
Seeing that the old man's movements were wrong, Zhao Guang had already drawn 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 Feng Yong. At the same time, he and Zhao Guang formed a joint attack. Then he pointed the 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 slow to react, but after Zhao Guang thrust out 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 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 protective 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 Lu shouted, "Lao Liu 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 still.
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 "techniques" are famous.
Now this old lady dotes on him, so he has gained some truth. 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 Tubiao, the most central 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 who was called Lu Laoliu ignored the Hanfeng sword beside his neck, turned around slowly, and made a gash with the sword. He looked at Old Lu with an angry look in his eyes 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?"
Only then did Feng Yong come back to his senses from his dazed state 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 he struck preemptively."
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 race, so Feng Yong looked at Lao Lu 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 craft of making oil umbrellas?"
Feng Yong asked with a bit of laughter.
Old soldier Lu nodded.
After receiving the confirmation from Lu Laoliu, Feng Yong looked at Lu Laoliu again and pointed at his nose, "Am I interested in your skills?"
Lu Laoliu was silent.
"That's enough, 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 back his sword. His eyes were full of warning, signaling Lu Laoliu not to move.
"For your Lu family's oil umbrellas, do you collect the fruits of the poppy tree in autumn, squeeze out the oil, and apply it on the umbrella?"
Seeing Lu Laoliu's resigned look, Feng Yong smiled and said directly.
As soon as these words came out, Lu Laoliu's expression changed drastically, he looked at Feng Yong in disbelief, and then looked at Lu Laozu.
"What do you want me to do? I don't know how your family makes umbrellas!"
Old soldier 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 was right?
"I heard that your family's carpentry work is also good. I'm afraid it's because of the use of this oil, right?"
Feng Yong saw this guy's look and added another sentence.
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 main producer. Although the whole world has tried to introduce tung oil, it is a pity that this plant is quite patriotic - it only grows best in China.
The oil produced is also of the highest quality.
Therefore, 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 borrow money 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 big man now.
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."
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"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."
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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.