Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 297 Encountering a Social Bull

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment.

"Can you figure out his production method?"

"They don't even make bows anymore, and they only pass down the techniques to their sons. We can't just take them away, right?"

"Well, we really can't rob...we have to outsmart them."

Lin Qiaomei laughed: "It's almost like robbing."

Lin Feng was itching to try his hand at it, as he really had a special liking for bows and arrows.

Even if it is slightly stronger than his compound bow.

In such a scientific archery technology, any further progress would be a remarkable achievement.

"Let's go back and talk. Tell us the details."

Lin Feng took Lin Qiaomei back.

With the implementation of the border town investment promotion plan, not only a large number of refugees were attracted, but also many merchants and craftsmen.

There are talented people among these people.

According to Lin Qiao, this bow was made by an old man named Liang Jincai.

The person who used this bow was a garrison commander in the border town, named Liang Yong, who was also Liang Jincai's distant nephew.

Lin Qiaomei discovered the strength of this bow by chance and became excited.

However, according to Liang Jincai's distant nephew, his uncle's two sons both died from bows and arrows, so the old man has vowed that he will never make bows again in his life and will take the bow-making skills into the coffin.

After hearing this, Lin Feng pondered for a while.

This won't do. The more I study this bow, the more I become obsessed with it.

Not only is the bow powerful, but it also seems a little easier to pull than his own compound bow.

It's so fucking itchy.

"Let his nephew do some more work."

"No, his nephew said that if you mention a bow and arrow in front of the old man, you will be kicked out immediately."

Lin Qiaomei said helplessly.

Lin Feng scolded, "Then why did you bring a bow here?"

Lin Qiaomei pouted: "I just want to show it to you, brother, so that you won't look down on everyone else's bow all day long. Besides, you can also use this bow to study it."

Lin Feng shook his head: "You can't tell anything from this. The materials are the same, and I'm afraid the only difference is the craftsmanship. How can you tell the details just by looking at it?"

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Lin Qiaomei lowered her head and stopped talking.

The two were silent for a while.

"Where does that old man live? I'll go meet him in person."

"Oh, I heard he opened a grocery store on Beimen Street. Don't go there in your military uniform. The old man hates soldiers."

"Okay, go get busy."

Lin Feng waved his hand and let Lin Qiaomei go.

I had wanted to see the extent of the chariot's improvements, but as I stood in front of a pile of parts, the image of the bent bow came to my mind.

The chariot can only be used for defensive counterattacks on plains.

In other circumstances, the chariot was almost useless.

But bows and arrows are different. No matter what the environment, they are still a weapon of defense and offense.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Feng finally couldn't help it. He went into the house, changed into casual clothes, took only Cheng Liang and Wen Jian, and went out to the North Gate Street of the Border Town.

When the three of them turned onto Beimen Street, they saw Lin Qiaomei grinning at them at the entrance of an alley.

When she got closer, Lin Qiaomei twisted her body proudly.

"Hehe, I knew that brother couldn't help it, so I came here in advance to wait."

"Are you interested too?"

"Brother also knows how I make a living."

I remember when I first met Lin Qiaomei, I heard that she was good at shooting arrows, and she started her career with bows and arrows.

"What is the solution?"

Lin Qiaomei thought for a moment and said, "We can't go like this. Besides, that old man doesn't like rich people, especially military officers."

"He likes the common people?"

"At least they don't object, and they are honest people."

"Well, Cheng Liang, go get me some ordinary clothes, preferably with patches."

"Yes, General."

Seeing Cheng Liang was about to leave, he quickly added.

"Please make it clean, don't make it so dirty that it can't be worn."

"Got it, General."

After waiting for a while, Cheng Liang came back running with a package.

This is a short blue coarse cloth suit with a few patches on it.

Lin Feng changed his clothes in the alley.

Lin Qiaomei took off his hairpin and scarf and tied his hair with a thin string.

The shoes were also changed to black shoes made of coarse cloth.

Lin Qiaomei looked at it carefully.

"There's no way to change my face, so I'll just have to make do with what I have."

"Would you like to go?"

Lin Qiaomei laughed and said, "I went there, but it didn't work. I was too impatient."

Lin Feng stopped talking and told them to hide and not reveal their whereabouts.

He strode towards the grocery store in the distance.

This is a small shop facing the street. There is a sign made of black cloth hanging in front of the door with the word "Miscellaneous" written in a white circle.

Lin Feng looked around and then walked into the shop.

The light in the shop was a little dim. There was a counter standing across the room and various tools hanging in a mess on the walls.

There was an old man in his fifties, wearing a black short coat, sitting on a bench and taking a nap.

Hearing someone coming in, he opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at Lin Feng, and closed them again.

Lin Feng glanced at the tools on the wall.

"Boss, do you have a good horsewhip?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, the good ones are expensive."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Take it and have a look. As long as it works, it's fine."

The old man then slowly stood up, fumbled out a whip from the counter, and placed it on the counter.

Lin Feng took the whip and looked at it carefully.

"Your whip isn't tough enough. It doesn't seem to last long."

"Humph, this is made of genuine cowhide. It will last for fifty years."

Lin Feng shook his head: "This won't do. The texture is problematic. The craftsmanship is too rough."

The old man's eyes widened: "Is the workmanship rough?"

"Maybe there's something wrong with the preparation. It doesn't feel right."

The old man looked Lin Feng up and down.

"Hey, you're an expert, you can see this?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "The problem is too obvious. Even someone with a whip can see it."

"Are you the coachman?"

"Well, I've been driving for many years."

"You've been driving for many years at such a young age. You're quite capable."

"Even if I can make a living, I have to live up to my job."

The old man turned around and took out a whip from the counter and pushed it forward.

"How about this one?"

Lin Feng looked carefully again.

"This whip is better, but the handle is wrong. The bamboo wood is too brittle."

"Haha, you really know your stuff. A good whip is really expensive."

"Go ahead and show it to me. A good horse deserves a good whip."

"Sure, just wait."

As the old man spoke, he turned and went into the inner room.

Lin Feng sat down on a wooden stool beside him, rolled up his sleeves, and stared blankly at the ground.

He was thinking about how to get the other person to talk.

Just then, a woman in her thirties walked in, dragging a girl of seven or eight years old.

"Uncle Liang, do you have a broom?"

The woman shouted and looked around, only to see Lin Feng sitting on the bench with his head down, silent.

"Hey, where's Mr. Liang?"

Lin Feng looked up at the woman, who had a sharp face and looked a bit like Xi Niang.

Her skin is quite white and her eyebrows and eyes are neat.

The woman saw Lin Feng staring at her stupidly and didn't say anything.

"Hey, kid, even though I'm pretty, you can't just stare at me."

Lin Feng quickly lowered his head.

"Hehehe...boy, can't you just watch secretly?"

Lin Feng was even more speechless. He had encountered a social bull.

The woman looked Lin Feng up and down.

"Hey, new here?"

"what?"

Lin Feng looked up in surprise, not understanding what she meant.