Chapter 1806

Chumo keeps his voice as loud as ever. His excited mood makes his voice a little hoarse.

Because he knows the stakes. If he can go to heaven, will it be so hard to attack Turks? Just drop a few bombs into the sky. Don't you want the lives of those turtles and grandchildren?

Moreover, if you ride this thing to heaven, can you live forever.

He didn't dare to think about it, but threw the problem to Zhang Feng. He looked at Zhang Feng with sweat and hair all over.

"Feng Zi, where is the one you said? Can you show me?"

Chumo looks at Zhang Feng excitedly and almost kneels down.

"There's no problem, but now it's almost silk."

Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd and smiled.

He originally wanted to get some silk from these guys. He was afraid they wouldn't agree. Now, these guys seem to be very interested in this hot-air balloon, but they're not afraid in the back.

"Harm, isn't it silk? I'll get it for you."

Chumo pats Chumo's firm chest and agrees.

"Yes, we still have a little silk in our textile mill."

Chang sun Chong quickly agreed. He didn't expect to be eaten alone.

Du Gou, not to mention, repeatedly promised that he would not show himself.

Seeing the three men's full promise, Zhang Feng was overjoyed and said with a smile, "OK, after drinking the wine, you go and get some silk."

After that, he picked up the wine bowl and began to deliver it to his mouth. Chumo, who was on the other side, was not happy. He grabbed the wine bowl and roared, "you can't drink a fart. With this thing, it's not more fragrant than drinking?"

"Yes, Feng Zi, you shouldn't deliberately delay time?"

Chang sun Chong also instantly felt that the wine in his hand was not fragrant, and looked at Zhang Feng with a questioning face.

"How could it be? I didn't see you finally come here. This good wine can't be wasted."

Zhang Feng smiled, and then he was about to grab the wine bowl in Chumo's hand.

Hot air balloons can be seen at any time without running. The wine has been taken out, but one drink is less.

Chumo quit, put aside the wine bowl and pulled up Zhang Feng: "Feng Zi, stop drinking. I'll find you silk, and then take us to see your rising thing."

With that, he pulled Zhang Feng's arm and ran outside the door.

"Iron bull, you son of a bitch, can you wait for me to finish the wine?"

Zhang Feng tried to break away with his hands and feet, but it didn't help. This guy has too much strength.

"Go, go to the textile factory to find silk first."

The eldest son rushed out holding a wine bottle.

Du Gou came out with a plate of unfinished marinated meat and ran to the textile factory behind him.

They don't care what Zhang Feng feels, as long as they can see the thing that can ascend to heaven.

In this way, Zhang Feng was carried by this group of bandits and ran to the textile factory.

The textile mill is also built on the collapse mountain, on a hillside, not far from the Academy.

The party soon arrived at their destination. Chumo let go of Zhang Feng and smiled: "Fengzi, now the textile factory has arrived. You can choose any silk you want."

Zhang Feng shook his wrist and gave a white look at the rude guy. If it weren't for the hot-air balloon, he was trying to beat the guy. Although he might not be able to fight, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

"OK, go and have a look first."

He replied angrily.

Then he walked to the textile factory and saw a large piece of cloth. Countless machines were in operation. More or less two people stood next to each machine. They pulled the newly processed cloth with tools, and then handed the cloth to another group of people for coloring and drying.

Next to them, a pile of cotton was placed neatly. Three or five workers were stuffing cotton into a cylinder of cloth by hand, which seemed to be the same as pillows in later generations. Next to them, there was a group of machines that were also processing something. They put the cloth in neatly. Soon, some crafts with patterns came out and looked at it, This is a fucking four piece set in bed.

"Feng Zi, take whatever you like. The silk has been taken."

Chumo puts his hands on his hips and looks like a rich man.

This makes Zhang Feng a little disgusted. Damn it, if I hadn't given you the textile factory, would I be able to show it in front of me now?

"I'll see first."

He glances at Chumo and walks alone to the cloth to choose.

The eldest sun Chong followed Zhang Feng and put on a very imposing appearance. It was like saying, pick casually. These are all from my family.

For these, Zhang Feng chose to turn a blind eye and choose his own cloth.

"It won't work. It's too easy to breathe."

"This thing is too heavy, it won't work."

He picked up a piece of cloth, looked at it and put it down.

Although I'm here for silk, it doesn't affect looking at other fabrics. Maybe there's something more suitable than silk.