There were only three days left before the start of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet.
After deciding on the direction of their future research, Lin Li and Arkinnon rushed into the cave that had been expanded into a warehouse and a workshop.
The cave was no longer the same as it used to be.
At this moment, all the smelting equipment had been moved outside. Although there was no sound in the cave, Zhang Feng could not help but feel nauseous due to the combination of heat and stuffiness, the sour stench of smoke, and the stench of feet. However, Arkinnon and the others seemed to have gotten used to this smell since they were young.
For them.
Zhang Feng seriously wondered if they had fallen in love with the smell.
With the passage of time, Zhang Feng had already learned from the others. He took off his clothes until he was only left with a pair of underpants. He didn't even dare to sit on a stool.
Hot butt.
He simply lay on the table and explained the principle of the firing pin to them. However, these old perverts kept staring at his butt, which made Zhang Feng a little angry.
"Damn it, why are you looking at Lao Tzu's butt?"
However, he did not say it out loud.
He could only patiently explain the relevant principles. He did not know how to forge these things, but he was still a talent who came from a professional class. His knowledge of oral knowledge had already reached the point of perfection. Moreover, he had trained in the Great Tang Dynasty for so long, so he knew a little about what to make for these people at this time and place.
Even though Zhang Feng had already skipped the most important parts, these people still felt uncomfortable listening to Zhang Feng. However, they were deeply attracted by the mechanical structure and the interlocking mechanism described by Zhang Feng.
It was not easy. .
Zhang Feng explained this matter from beginning to end for at least six hours. He even directly picked up the charcoal on the ground and listed out the calculation formulas on a piece of white paper over and over again for everyone. After much difficulty, he finally taught everyone how to do it. .
When Zhang Feng walked out of the workshop, he felt as if he had taken a walk in hell.
His mouth was dry and his eyes were blurred. At this time, he just wanted to find a jar of water and take a big gulp.
"Dean, you're out?"
At this time, the guard commander, Chuckle, came forward and handed a cucumber to Zhang Feng. He was a little distressed, but he still handed it to Zhang Feng as if nothing had happened.
"Dean, I know you're not used to the tea there, so I've already prepared a cucumber for you!"
Cucumber was the old name of cucumber. Looking at the cucumber in Chuckle's hand, Zhang Feng's eyes lit up. He took it, wiped it, and began to eat it.
After eating two cucumbers, Zhang Feng finally calmed down. He cupped his hands towards Chuckle and said, "Thank you. You don't have to say, this thing doesn't taste good on a normal day, but now that I'm eating it, it really does feel good."
.... What's your name? "
Zhang Feng wanted to say thanks, but he really couldn't remember the veteran's name.
The veteran didn't mind and laughed, "Dean, call me Chuckle. Old Chuckle is fine. Oh right, Dean, I heard from the brothers at the foot of the mountain that someone in the market said that the iron on the mountain is about to run out. Is that true?"
When Zhang Feng heard this, he couldn't help but become alert and asked, "Who did you hear that from?"
Without waiting for Chuckle to speak, Zhangsun rushed over breathlessly, "Fengzi, let's go, there's a problem!"
Zhangsun's iconic off-white robe, coupled with his coquettish style and the embroidery of White Deer College that was one size larger than others to show off his status, coupled with his current appearance, really made Zhang Feng turn pale with fright. He thought that someone from the Five Surnames and Seven Desires had come to attack him. He hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
Zhangsun was gasping for breath. How could he have the time to talk?
He just pulled Zhang Feng along and ran. He also grabbed the remaining courgette in Chuckle's arms and gnawed on it as he ran.
Zhang Feng really didn't know what had happened, but he knew that if it wasn't something huge, Zhangsun wouldn't be like this.
Zhang Feng didn't say anything. At this moment, he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. With Zhangsun's speed, Zhang Feng seriously doubted that if Liu Xiang was here and ran at the same time, Liu Xiang wouldn't even be able to see this guy's shadow.
What the hell.
Zhang Feng was almost caught between Zhangsun's arms. Even so, Zhang Feng still felt like he was about to suffocate.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the two hurriedly returned to the small wooden house. The small wooden house was already filled with people. Even Gao Kan and Yuchi Bao Lin had returned from the army.
Seeing Zhang Feng like this, Gao Kan instantly stood up and directly lifted Zhang Feng from Zhangsun's pigeon nest. He pushed Zhang Feng to the head of the table and then stood behind Zhang Feng.
Just like before.
Zhang Feng wanted to shout.
But at this moment, he was so tired that he was about to faint. He was too lazy to shout. He looked at everyone and asked, "What happened? Why did you all come back? "
"The day after tomorrow, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet …"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's expression became unusually interesting. He pointed at Li Chengqian, trembling with anger. "That's it?"
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