Waiting was the most torturous time.
It was the most appropriate time for Niu Pi Huang at this moment.
The words of his little disciple and the old village chief in the morning kept buzzing in his head.
Blowing the horn.
At this moment, as he looked at the pitch-black object that Zhang Feng had just finished pouring, he could not associate it with the object that could strengthen one's body and prolong one's life.
But Zhang Feng had said it was done.
So the crowd could only wait.
As the crowd waited, Zhang Feng finally squeezed out of the crowd and came to the outside of the workshop.
He was gasping for air.
He did not know how much of the poisonous gas of rubber he had inhaled.
At this moment, he did not know whether it was because he had not exercised for a long time or something else, but he actually felt a little dizzy.
It was not easy to smoke a cigarette, so the situation was a little better.
Zhang Feng was too lazy to go in. He shouted inside the door, "Niu Pi Huang, touch it and see if the surface is dry. If it is, throw it into the bucket and let it soak for ten minutes. Then take it out. "
At this moment, the people at the door of the left room were looking at the ball eagerly and talking about it.
Seeing Zhang Feng talking, a bold person could not help but squat beside Zhang Feng and asked, "Prince Zhang, what is this thing you are making now?"
"Is it the basketball that was talked about in Chang 'an today?"
Seeing that someone had asked the key point, Zhang Feng was also happy. He gave a cigarette to that person and lit it for him personally. The happy person almost fainted. He was dizzy and puffing on the cigarette.
The people at the door were no longer in the mood to admire the black ball. Instead, they looked at the cigarette in Zhang Feng's hand and the guy's smoke with envy.
Zhang Feng was not maroon.
At this time, he had to be generous.
He generously took out a red sandalwood box carved with patterns and handed out cigarettes one by one.
And the crowd was even more excited.
What was this?
It was a blank piece of paper.
It was a cigarette rolled out from a piece of white paper that was rumored to be magical in Chang 'an City. Other than the prodigal Zhang Feng, who would dare to use such a good thing to spoil others?
However, it was said that this cigarette was also a good thing. Although there were people who smoked in Chang 'an City, there were very few people who could smoke like Zhang Feng. Even for many people, it was their first time seeing this thing.
At this time, many people put the cigarette under their nose and sniffed it.
He just couldn't bear to smoke it.
At this time, Zhang Feng said, "This thing is a basketball. It's something I thought of a few days ago when I was on the mountain."
"Does everyone know about Cuju now?"
Everyone nodded vigorously.
Zhang Feng continued, "For this Cuju, the only people who can afford to play it are the aristocrats, but for us commoners, who can afford to play it? Who has time to play, right? "
"So, this kid was thinking, look, where is this place?"
"This is Chang 'an! It's under the feet of the Emperor. We, the people of Chang 'an, represent the face of the Tang Dynasty. This thing can't be lost, right? That's why I was wondering if I could make something like that nutritious porridge so that everyone could have something to play with during their leisure time. "
"As for whether this thing can strengthen the body, whether it can relax the muscles and circulate the meridians, this can only be discovered by you slowly in the future."
"Prince Zhang, do you mean that we can all play with this thing?"
The kid sitting next to Zhang Feng asked again at this time.
At this time, even the dark-faced wife stared at Zhang Feng, feeling incredulous.
Zhang Feng nodded. "Yes, that's right. I've already asked people to make it. Not only will there be it in every market in the future, but when the time is right, I'm willing to pay. If any of you play it well, I'll give you money! If any of you are outstanding, we'll hold basketball games twice a year in the future. If you win, I'll agree to three of your requests! "
"If I ask you to marry me, will you agree?"
At this time, a girl asked in surprise.
When Zhang Feng heard this, his scalp instantly went numb. However, before he could speak, the people of Tonghui Fang scolded the fat girl and chased her away.
"This … As long as it doesn't go against my principles, I, Zhang Feng, can do it!"
Zhang Feng hurriedly added in the end.
Hearing this, everyone could not help but feel ecstatic.
Although they did not know if playing this could strengthen their bodies, they could earn money and also get a promise from Zhang Feng. This was a rare opportunity to soar to the top!
Who was Zhang Feng?
He was the dean of White Deer College, the youngest hereditary viscount in Chang 'an.
Was there anything to say about this future?
Everyone's eyes could not help but become fervent.
At this time, Zhang Feng saw Niu Pihuang who was in a daze at the back of the crowd. He waved his hand. Only then did everyone remember what they were here to do. They hurriedly opened up a path and looked at the black thing in Niu Pihuang's hand.
The entire black ball was filled with lines left behind by pouring. There were also many traces of dripping on one side of the ball. Obviously, this was the bottom of the basketball stand. .
Zhang Feng took the basketball and subconsciously made the gesture of taking the ball in a basketball court in his previous life.
He could not help but sigh in his heart.
At this moment, the crowd instantly fell silent.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black ball in Zhang Feng's hand.
Finally, Zhang Feng moved.
To be precise, Zhang Feng finally threw the black ball in his hand onto the ground under everyone's shocked gaze.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
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