How could Cheng Chumo agree? This was something he had found himself. Just as he was about to ask for it, he saw that Old Cheng had already slipped out of the door. He became anxious. "Father, wait for me."
As he spoke, he had already started chasing after Cheng Yaojin.
As soon as he caught up, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Father, I found this. How can you snatch it?"
Who was Cheng Yaojin? What had he not snatched before? How could he relent now? He put the beef glue and the other things in his arms and glanced at Cheng Chumo. "We'll talk later. Let's go out first, or your mother will catch us."
His words were naturally to coax Cheng Chumo. Now, it was best to leave. When the time came, how could he return it to his silly son?
However, Cheng Chumo took it seriously. He thought that Old Cheng was afraid of his mother, so he kept the beef tendons and the other things in his arms. Therefore, he believed it without a doubt. He followed Old Cheng's footsteps and ran out of the door.
The two of them were very fast and arrived at the gate of the manor in a moment. They didn't know if Old Cheng had arranged it in advance, but there were already two good horses waiting here. The father and son mounted the high horses together and rushed to Xiao Mountain.
The moment they left, waves of women's curses came from the Cheng residence.
The voice was loud and clear, sharp but not lacking in spirit. However, every sentence was related to Cheng Yaojin and the ancestors of the Cheng family.
On the other hand, the father and son did not stop cursing along the way. Cheng Chumo asked for the beef glue and the other things back because he thought that he had brought them here. How could he give them to others, not even his own father? Besides, what if Feng Zi went back on his word?
Cheng Yaojin, on the other hand, cursed Cheng Chumo for being unfilial. He still had to fight with Lao Tzu for this little thing. In any case, he had made up his mind not to give it to his silly son.
It wasn't that he wanted to snatch it, but he wanted to see if Feng Zi's divine bow was as awesome as Cheng Chumo said. When the time came, he would decide whether to give it to him or not. Otherwise, what if he lost money? He wouldn't be able to explain it to the tigress when he returned.
After sprinting all the way, the father and son finally arrived at the smithy.
The temperature inside made Cheng Yaojin unbearably hot. He wanted to turn around and leave several times, but when he thought of the divine bow, he stopped. He opened his clothes and dried his belly. He kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with his clothes. While wiping, he looked at Zhang Feng and said, "Feng Zi, why is your damn place still so hot? When will the temperature drop?"
Zhang Feng smiled and pointed at the furnace in front of him. "The high temperature here is mainly due to these furnaces. However, there is nothing we can do about it. If the temperature drops, where will the weapons be refined? In the end, we still have to start another furnace, right? "
Cheng Yaojin curled his lips. He knew that Zhang Feng's words made sense, but he couldn't refute them. He could only change the topic. "Then tell me about that Divine Bow of yours. I heard from Iron Bull that your Divine Bow is very powerful and can cut through gold and stone. Because of that, this dog talked about it the whole way in front of Lao Tzu and even went home to steal something."
Stealing?
Zhang Feng was stunned.
So Iron Bull went home to steal something?
Lao Tzu didn't instruct him.
Could it be that Old Cheng thought that Lao Tzu instructed Iron Bull to do it?
Thinking of this, he quickly looked at Cheng Chumo. The latter also felt his burning gaze. He blushed and gave Zhang Feng a look. He signaled that he had been caught.
Zhang Feng instantly understood. So this dog was caught by Old Cheng for stealing. No wonder Old Cheng followed him. It seemed that Old Cheng was suspicious of him.
Thinking of this, he quickly looked at Cheng Yaojin and explained, "Old Cheng, I didn't instruct him to do this."
"I know."
Cheng Yaojin waved his hand with a look of indifference. "Iron Bull already told me. He wanted to go home to steal."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng finally let out a sigh of relief.
As long as he didn't suspect that he had instigated Iron Bull, it was fine.
Although he wasn't afraid of Old Cheng, it wouldn't be good for his reputation if word got out. Back then, Lao Tzu had worked so hard to make a name for himself. He couldn't let this old guy ruin it.
Just as he was about to explain, Cheng Yaojin spoke again. "How is your divine bow? Lao Tzu has already prepared the materials. Tell me. "
As he spoke, he opened his wet clothes. A stench of sweat wafted over. Cow glue, cow horns, and other things appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Zhang Feng's eyes were green. Even though the stench of sweat spread throughout the cave, he didn't seem to feel it. He stared fixedly at the cow glue, unwilling to look away.
Cheng Yaojin saw all of this. He chuckled and rolled up the cow glue again, as if he was deliberately whetting everyone's appetite. "How is it? Isn't this the best cow glue and cow horns? "
Zhang Feng felt that he hadn't seen enough, but the cow glue had already disappeared in front of his eyes. He rolled his eyes at Old Cheng and said unhappily, "Yes, it's good stuff."
Cheng Yaojin raised his head so high that he could see the hair on his nose. It was only because he now had the capital that he said arrogantly, "Tell me about your divine bow."
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