Wei Zhanfeng's personal attendant saw him taking out the sword and playing with it in his hand, and said to him greedily: "General, let me touch it." Just seeing such a top-quality sword made him feel itchy.
Not to mention 120,000 taels of silver, even if he is asked to sell his house and land, he is willing to sell it. Who among martial arts practitioners doesn't want to have a peerless weapon.
But the sad thing is, why was he not the person passing by the market entrance that day?
This personal attendant is already an old man beside Wei Zhanfeng. He once lived and died with Wei Zhanfeng. Wei Zhanfeng also plans to promote him to deputy general after this battle.
Therefore, when the two people get along in private, they never hesitate. After all, they are both people who have seen blood on the battlefield, and they never mince words when talking.
Wei Zhanfeng didn't care about him either. After hearing what he said, Wei Zhanfeng sneered: "Go, go, go, this is what my son got for me. If you want it, go for the first son."
Wei Zhanfeng's words were a bit heartbreaking. He had a wife and two concubines at home who gave birth to nine daughters for him, and he was about to become extinct before his eyes. Wei Zhanfeng's words really hurt people's hearts.
The personal attendant was angry at Wei Zhanfeng's words and snorted to Wei Zhanfeng: "If my son can find me such a sword in the future, I will definitely not kick his legs off and act like an old kid who doesn't know right from wrong." Come on. , hurting each other!
Wei Zhanfeng, the old kid: "..." Actually, he didn't kick his son's leg off, so why doesn't anyone believe him?
After stimulating each other, both of them silently turned their heads to lick their wounds.
Wei Zhanfeng lowered his head and said nothing, but continued to play with the sword in his hand. But when he said that, when he looked at the sword in his hand, he always seemed to be looking at Wei Rongzu's broken leg.
Wei Zhanfeng sighed: Why can no one believe him? He really didn't use any force!
Looking at Wei Zhanfeng's aggrieved face, he sighed, came over and said, "Now that the matter has come out, don't think too much about it. Your son should still be filial. I can find such good things for you." , you just need to be nicer to him in the future!"
As he spoke, his hand had quietly reached out to the piece of "cloth" on the ground, a piece of invulnerable cloth, so of course he wanted to touch it with his own hands.
Who would have thought that before his hand touched the fabric, Wei Zhanfeng kicked him: "Get out!" Really, I have been thinking about this thing in his pocket all day long.
The follower grinned: "Don't be ignorant, I think this material is good, and I want to sew it on the lining for you, so that you can have an extra layer of protection when you go to the battlefield."
Wei Zhanfeng sneered: "You are the only one who is smart. We are all fools. You should tell me how you plan to cut and sew this invulnerable treasure."
Wei Zhanfeng had actually tried it a long time ago, because the piece of cloth was wide and long, and could just cover his body with some extra.
It's a pity that this cloth looks soft, but it is extremely fine. There is not even a needle hole in it, and even a hair can't pass through it. How can I sew it?
So this guy is putting it lightly, if he really has the ability to sew it on his body, he will take this surname.
Looking at Wei Zhanfeng's contemptuous face, he smiled mysteriously: "If I can think of a way for you, can you lend me your sword?"
Looking at the wretched face of his entourage, Wei Zhanfeng chuckled: "If you can think of a way, what if I just let you carry the sword all the way to the border!"
His eyes lit up, and he took out an earthen jar from his waist: "This is true."
Wei Zhanfeng: "I never lie to anyone!"
After hearing this, the follower happily put the earthen pot on the fire and roasted it, which gave off a scent of pine oil.
Wei Zhanfeng came up to take a look in confusion: "What is this?"
But he saw his attendant turning around and showing him a lewd smile: "Resin, after being heated, the cloth can stick to your clothes."
Wei Zhanfeng was silent for a moment: "Why don't you boil me to perfection!"
The corner of Qisui's mouth twitched: "Why don't you take off your clothes first!" How could someone with such a brain become a general?
Wei Zhanfeng: "..." Why didn't he come up with such a good idea? Fortunately, the seal was not stitched, otherwise he would have to change his surname.
He took out a set of the best underwear from the suitcase and gave it to him. Although he talked a lot, he was very unambiguous when it came to work: "This fabric is impervious to water and fire. Wait until you want to change clothes." When the time comes, just put the clothes and cloth in the fire, and the cloth will fall off naturally.
It may not be very breathable on weekdays, but no matter how difficult the environment is, we have persevered, so it’s not bad at all, don’t you think so..."
Wei Zhanfeng looked at his follower who was still working and kept mumbling: Why would he have a talkative person on him.
After a while, he stood up with the cloth and underwear that he had already laid out: "Look, it's ready!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at the sword in Wei Zhanfeng's hand with burning eyes: Now you can give it to him to try!
True to his word, Wei Zhanfeng reached out and handed the sword to his attendant: "Take it all the way to the border!"
An uncontrollable smile appeared on the face of the attendant: This time it was finally his turn to be majestic!
Wei Zhanfeng ignored the stupid look on his face and turned around to change clothes in the grass.
After trying a few moves personally, I once again felt in my heart that this is a good sword that people can't put down.
But just when he was about to sheath the sword, he suddenly discovered a problem: No, the cloth wrapping the sword was worn on the general's body...
Thinking about Wei Zhanfeng's words again, asking him to take the sword to the border, he rolled his eyes: It's over, I've been fooled again.
He clenched the sword in his hand and gritted his teeth with hatred: "You bastard, he really wants to kill his boss with his own hands."
Wei Zhanfeng put on the inner clothes of his armor again: It is actually quite good to have a subordinate with a slow mind.
Ever since Jin Qing came over, Huaiyin Hou Mansion has made a big leap forward. Not only can they drink broth and chew bones every day, but they can also often eat meat.
The complexions of the old and young in the house improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even Lan Ruhai's stature had grown a lot.
Jin Qing sat in the room, seriously tinkering with the "Huaiyin Marquis Mansion Heirloom" that was about to be completed.
At this time, Lan Ruyu had already gone out to the teahouse to listen to gossip, while Lan Ruyue and the rest of the Lan family were taking a nap in the room.
Just when Jin Qing was about to finish her work, her door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Then, Lan Ruhai's little head slowly stretched in.
Spotting Jin Qing's figure reflected on the screen, Lan Ruhai quickly rushed in from the outer room: "Sister..."
Jin Qing frowned, reached out and picked up Lan Ruhai and put it on the stool aside: "Say!"
Lan Ruhai took out a maltose candy from his pocket and handed it to Jin Qing: "Here you can eat."
Jin Qing frowned and swallowed the maltose, and her tone became much better: "What do you want to do?"
Lan Ruhai's two short legs kept swinging on the stool: "Sister, can I move in with you?"
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