Cheng Chumo was still as loud as ever. His excitement made his voice a little hoarse.
Because he knew the pros and cons of this. If they could really go up into the sky, then why did they have to spend so much effort to attack the Turks? If they directly dropped a few bombs from the sky, wouldn't that be taking the lives of those bastards?
Moreover, if they could go up into the sky with this thing, would they be able to live forever?
He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Instead, he threw this question to Zhang Feng. He stared at Zhang Feng with goosebumps all over his body.
"Feng Zi, where is that thing you were talking about? Can you let me see it? "
Cheng Chumo looked at Zhang Feng with a face full of excitement. He almost knelt on the ground.
"There's no problem with looking at it. It's just that we're lacking some silk."
Zhang Feng glanced at everyone and smiled.
He originally wanted to get some silk from these guys and was afraid that they wouldn't agree. Now, these guys seemed to be very interested in this hot air balloon. There was nothing to be afraid of in the future.
"Damn, isn't it just silk? I'll get it for you. "
Cheng Chumo patted his strong chest and agreed.
"Yes, our textile factory still has a little bit of silk."
Zhangsun Chong also hurriedly chimed in. He did not want to be monopolized when the time came.
Needless to say, Du Gou repeatedly promised as if he was afraid that he wouldn't see it.
Seeing the three of them agree, Zhang Feng was overjoyed. He smiled and said, "Okay, then after we finish drinking, you guys go and get some silk."
After that, he picked up the wine bowl and began to drink. Cheng Chumo at the side was not happy. He snatched the wine bowl and hurriedly shouted, "What's the point of drinking? With this thing, isn't it better than drinking wine?"
"Yes, Feng Zi, you're not deliberately stalling for time, right?"
Zhangsun also instantly felt that the wine in his hand was not fragrant. He looked at Zhang Feng with a questioning face.
"How can that be? It's not easy for you to come here, so we can't waste this good wine. "
Zhang Feng smiled embarrassedly and tried to snatch the wine bowl from Cheng Chumo's hand.
The hot air balloon could be seen at any time. It wasn't like it would run away. The wine had already been taken out, but every sip was gone.
Cheng Chumo couldn't take it anymore. He put the bowl of wine aside and pulled Zhang Feng up. "Feng Zi, don't drink anymore. I'll go find you some silk. Then, take us to see that thing of yours that can ascend to the heavens."
After that, he grabbed Zhang Feng's arm and ran out of the door.
"Tie Niu, you motherf * cker, can't you wait for Lao Tzu to finish drinking?"
Zhang Feng used both his hands and feet to try to break free, but it was to no avail. This guy was too strong.
"Let's go, let's go to the textile factory to look for silk."
Zhangsun also ran out with a bottle of wine.
Du Gou also followed out with a plate of unfinished braised meat. He followed closely behind them and ran to the textile factory.
They didn't care about Zhang Feng's feelings, as long as they could see that thing that could ascend to the heavens.
In this way, Zhang Feng was dragged by this group of bandits to the textile factory.
The textile factory was also built on the mountainside of Xiao Mountain, not far from the Academy.
The group soon arrived at their destination. Cheng Chumo let go of Zhang Feng and smiled embarrassedly. "Feng Zi, now that we've arrived at the textile factory, you can choose whatever silk you want."
Zhang Feng shook his wrist and rolled his eyes at this rude guy. If it weren't for the hot air balloon, he would have beaten this guy up. Although he might not be able to beat him, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
"Okay, let's go in and take a look."
He replied in a bad mood.
After that, he walked into the textile factory and saw a large piece of cloth coming into view. Countless machines were operating, and there were more or less two people standing next to each machine. They used tools to pull the cloth that had just been processed, and then passed the cloth to another group of people, who would then color and dry it.
Next to them, there was a pile of cotton neatly placed there. Three to five workers were using their hands to stuff the cotton into a cylinder of cloth, which looked no different from the pillows in the future. Next to them, there was a group of machines that were also processing something, neatly placing the cloth into the cylinder. After a while, some handicrafts with patterns came out. Looking at it carefully, it was definitely a four-piece bed set.
"Feng Zi, take whatever you like. The silk has already been taken."
Cheng Chumo put his hands on his hips, looking rich and imposing.
This made Zhang Feng a little uncomfortable. Damn it, if it weren't for Lao Tzu handing over the textile factory to you, would you be showing off in front of Lao Tzu now?
"Let me take a look first."
He glanced at Cheng Chumo and walked to the cloth alone to choose.
Zhangsun and a few others followed behind Zhang Feng and put on a very imposing look, as if to say, "Take your pick, these are all mine."
Zhang Feng chose to ignore all of this and picked the cloth by himself.
"This won't do, it's too porous."
"This thing is too heavy, it won't do either."
He picked up a piece of cloth and looked at it, then put it down in disgust.
Although this time they came for the silk, it didn't affect looking at other fabrics. Maybe there was something more suitable than silk.
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