After arriving in Pingyi County, he didn't even have a good rest. 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 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 Governor's Mansion and continue acting, Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and Yang Wanwan all followed.
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, surrounding this small mountain peak tightly.
Although there are currently no rebels in Pingyi County, who knows if a ranger will emerge from somewhere?
At this time, there was only a rustling sound coming 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, Old Soldier Lu, 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 with shabby clothes and 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 underneath.
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 your brother want to do with it?" Zhao Guang asked strangely, "I thought he 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, that's 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 bears sparse fruits.
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 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, watching the surroundings vigilantly to prevent anyone from rushing over from other places.
The tribesmen were a step slower 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 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.
Just when he was about to run away, Old Soldier 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 woman 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, made a cut with the sword, looked at Lao Liu with angry 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 movements 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 confirmation from Old Lu, Feng Yong looked at Old Liu Lu again and pointed at his nose, "As for what I am interested in your skills?"
Lu Laoliu was silent.
"Okay, please 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, but his eyes were full of warning, signaling Lu Laoliu not to move.
"For your Lu family's oil umbrella, 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 Laoliu.
"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 oil, right?"
Feng Yong added another sentence after seeing 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, it is a pity that this plant is quite patriotic - it only grows best in China and the oil it produces is 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.
This 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 best oil is obtained by frying the fruit and then squeezing the oil."
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. 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 still 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. He quickly stepped over and kicked him, yelling, "I'm 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 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 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 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!"
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! You almost got me involved, get out of here, go back and get the oil." !”
Lu Laoliu was slapped and did not dare to say anything.
He knew he was indeed in some 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?!"
Lu Laoliu exclaimed as soon as he picked it up.
"Is this...is this...really a horse-killing 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 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 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, but then he remembered the rumors in Hanzhong and what his 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, "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!"
Lu Laoliu shook his head repeatedly.
"You fucking return the knife to me! This is not your family heirloom!"
When Old Soldier Lu 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 steal your craftsmanship? You really dare to 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?”
After hearing this, Lu Laoliu wanted to be suspicious, but what he held in his hand was a real horse-killing sword. Thinking about the weapons of the tribe just now, it seemed that... they were all just as the clan uncle said, They are all exactly the same as the knife in his 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?
"Uncle, I want to try this knife, okay?"
