A big bag full of popcorn splashed out like a fountain, jumping and jumping, fragrant, such a fragrance, everyone present had never smelled it, Duang took out a handful from his pocket, gave it to Governor Jerry, let him taste it, Governor Jerry was suspicious, took a bite, sure enough, the taste was sweet, the taste buds felt unprecedented, but, after eating two, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, think about it, and finally chose to remain silent, although he didn't have much ability, But he is a smart man, he knows that there are some things to ask and some things not to ask, and in a situation like this, not saying anything is the best choice, and as for Gudjohnsen and his two men, because they are tied up with ropes, they have no choice but can only smell the fragrance but can't reach the food, and Duon will not give them them, so they can only watch.

Duon still looked like an old god was there, pointing to the big bag full of popcorn and said to Goodjohnsen, "See? A small bowl in, a big bag out, do you think such magic items are particularly magical? Well...... Let's tell you the truth, you want 10,000 loads of grain, and I can't get it together for you, but I can give you the drawings of this corn expander, and you Gur people should have blacksmiths too, right? Go back and get a few of them, and then just roast and shake them, and then all the food will come out? ”

Goodjohnsen was a little stupid, he even forgot the pain in his body, his eyes stared directly at this magical corn expander, and he felt that today was really an eye-opener, obediently, there are such wonderful things in this world, a small bowl of corn is put in, and in just a while, it becomes a big bag, and it is so fragrant, it must feel good in the mouth. Oh, my God. If there are really a few such artifacts in hand, food or anything will no longer be a problem, not only will their own people say goodbye to the food crisis from now on, and they will not have to worry about eating, but also the extra food can also be sold in large quantities, and the ratio of one to thirteen will definitely make a lot more money than Cong.

Gudjohnsen secretly calculated in his heart, weighing the pros and cons, although he was a bit of a bastard, but after all, he was the head of the entire Gur clan. On such a major issue, it is still necessary to consider it carefully, just like Du Ang said, 10,000 quintals of grain is not a small amount, even if you force it tightly. With the current situation in Chalmers Province, it is difficult to get so much food. Even if there is. Can they send it to themselves willingly? Look at the appearance of this kid named Duang, he is vicious, and his hands are so black, he may have to beat himself up if he is in a hurry, what does it taste like...... It's sad to think about it, and if you give up the 10,000 quintals of food. You can get this corn expander that can be called an artifact, I remember the old generation said a proverb, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach a man to fish, and he would rather take a fishing rod. Don't get caught alive either, because live fish can only be eaten once, and with a fishing rod, you can catch a fresh big fish every day. Well...... That's how it should be.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Gudjohnsen finally nodded and decided to give up the request for 10,000 loads of grain, as long as this magical corn expander and the drawings of the corn expander, there is only one problem, they Gur people are very good at hunting and everything, but they are not very proficient in technical work such as blacksmiths, and the whole clan can't find a few skilled blacksmiths, creating such exquisite magic props may have such and such problems, if it is an ordinary thing, it is just that, This thing is related to the problem of eating and making money for the whole clan in the future, and it cannot be sloppy, and it is ...... To tell the truth, Goodjohnsen doesn't trust Duang so much, after all, Duang beat him hard just now, it is impossible for him to have no resentment in his heart, he is afraid that Duang will fool him and make a fake drawing, if he finds out that it is fake when he goes back and finds someone to make it, at that time, Duang has already served in the army of the Northwest Army, where to find him? Don't look at Goodjohnsen is usually so arrogant, but this is all a manifestation of bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, he dares to bully Governor Jerry, who has no ability or ability, and is tied up because of a letter from His Majesty the Emperor, but he never dares to provoke those short-tempered Northwest Army who stare at people alive at every turn, in case they are in a hurry, any pawn will come to him, then he will have no place to cry out when he dies. And it is estimated that His Majesty the Emperor will not avenge himself, there are so many people in the Northwest Army, are they all slaughtered for their own burial? Thinking on your toes also knows that such a thing is impossible.

Therefore, although Gudjohnsen accepted Duon's suggestion to choose this so-called corn expander instead of the 10,000 loads of grain, he made a request, hoping that Duon could make ten corn expanders in Roland City in front of him and let him transport them. Of course, he didn't stupidly say that he didn't believe Duang, he just said that there were no excellent blacksmiths in their Gur clan, that the corn expander was a subtle magic prop, and he was afraid that the crappy blacksmiths in his clan would not be able to comprehend the essence of the drawings and would not be able to successfully complete the task, so such work could only be completed in Roland City.

For his request, Du Ang naturally agreed, since it was dark, he didn't care about the black more thoroughly, he frowned: "Your request is not too much, it's just ...... As you can see, the supplies in Roland City are very scarce right now, and there is not so much iron to make a large number of corn expanders. Well...... Why don't you wait? When the form eases and new rail freight comes in, then we will ...... again."

"No, iron, I have it!" Without waiting for Duang to finish speaking, Goodjohnsen stopped Duang's topic, patted his chest and said that he had all the raw materials himself, and he could send someone to transport them directly, so there was no need to worry about this matter. As he spoke, he muttered in his heart: "Hmph, I really didn't have any good intentions, otherwise why would I make so many excuses?" Don't have raw materials? Phew, I don't believe there is no iron in Roland. I see you just don't want to give me things, huh, now that I'm shipping all the raw materials to you, I see what else you have to say. ”

"And ......," Goodjohnsen made another small calculation. If these corn expanders are transported back to his tribe and then roasted and turned, it will take a lot of time and energy, after all, he has just seen that the capacity in this is only so many half bowls at a time, how long will it take to get 10,000 quintals of grain? So he continued to put forward a condition to Du Ang, can he be in Roland City, while manufacturing corn expanders, while producing, both at the same time, without delaying time, but also to test the quality of the product. Of course, in order to show their sincerity, the original grain raw materials were also taken by the Gur themselves. Goodjohnsen said pitifully, "Time, time is life, my people are still hungry, the sooner they can endure, the less time they can endure hunger...... He looks like a good patriarch.

For Gudjohnsen's careful thoughts, Duang knows it, but he can't say it, after all, what Gudjohnsen is doing now is what Duang wants him to do. Just like rehearsing in advance, Gudjohnsen is stepping step by step towards the big trap designed by Duang before, getting deeper and deeper, and the trap is getting stronger and stronger, just like an actor who is born to play a stupid character, he cooperates so well that Duang is a little embarrassed, and now he is more and more pleasing to the eye when he looks at this, and he thinks while watching: "How did this thing become the patriarch of the Gur clan?" Could it be that the criteria for selecting the patriarch in their clan is to see who has a low IQ? Oh my God, if that's the case, this nation is so pathetic. ”

Now that the words have come to this point, the rest is all about operation, and at this time, as if he had just noticed that Gudjohnsen and his two men were still tied, turned around and pretended to reprimand the hapless Gaian knight: "What are you going to do?" Yes? It's so ignorant, why is it still tied up with Patriarch Gudjohnsen? Didn't I just say that? It was a misunderstanding, a big misunderstanding...... Hurry up, untie the ropes from Patriarch Gudjohnsen and his two lovely generals, hurry up, and don't let our Gur brothers chill! ”

"Yes!"

The Gaia knight didn't say anything, and went over to untie the rope for Goodjohnsen, but the honest knight muttered in his heart while untying the rope: "Young master, today I have opened my eyes, and I know that you are so shameless...... Alas, with whom did you learn it? You weren't like that before! ”

Goodjohnsen was a little unhappy in his heart, although he was a guy like a rich man, but after all, he was not a fool, Duang was there to talk nonsense and he knew it, but now the two sides shook hands and made peace, Duang still wanted to give him this magical corn expander, and he didn't want to offend Duang, so he could only squeeze out a wry smile, and then expressed his gratitude to Duang.

Du Ang continued to pretend to be B, asked about Gudjohnsen's injury with concern, and then said: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's all skin trauma, don't worry, it'll be fine in a few days, but I'll accompany you in this matter, it's my knight who is too ignorant, and he doesn't care ......about it."

The Gaia knight had an innocent expression on his face, listening to Duon babbling there, and the poor honest knight thought while aggrieved: "What's wrong with me?" Didn't you just say it yourself, let me fight hard? ”

Master, you can't be too shameless! (To be continued......)