Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1032 Doesn't sound like a real name

Rong Rong rowed the oars at the stern, and the wooden boat moved upstream very slowly.

They weren't in a hurry; they were simply waiting for Shu Fengting to come to them. Since there were too few of them, they naturally couldn't take the initiative to look for Shu Fengting.

At this moment, Rong Rong interrupted the conversation between the two.

“Young brother, from the moment you boarded the ship, I knew you were no ordinary person. Facing the pressure from my master and the waterfall, you showed no panic whatsoever, which means you must be a cultivator from a hidden sect.”

Ye Haishan chimed in, "Hehe, and their strength isn't weak either."

Lin Feng moved closer to the big fish and smelled it.

"It smells delicious, gentlemen. I've been brave since I was a child, and I've seen life and death on the battlefield, so naturally I have nothing to fear."

Rong Rong pointed to his eyes with his finger.

"You can deceive my eyes, but no one in the world can deceive my master's eyes."

Lin Feng shrugged: "Say what you will. I've wanted to be a reclusive master since I was a child."

"What's your name?"

"Muchuan."

Rong Rong frowned: "It doesn't sound like a real name."

Lin Feng chuckled awkwardly, "Hehe, the fish is almost done grilling, do you have any salt?"

Rong Rong is straightforward and says whatever comes to mind, so he doesn't feel awkward.

He took out a cloth bag from his pocket, opened it to reveal an oil paper package, and then carefully opened the oil paper package to find some white powder inside.

"Come on, let me show you something new."

Lin Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, refined salt!"

"you know?"

“I came from the Zhenxi Army, how could I not know this?”

Rong Rong nodded: "Yes, these are what I got from the Zhenxi Army. They were very expensive, so use them sparingly."

Lin Feng scratched his head: "There's not enough salt for such a big fish."

Rong Rong's eyes lit up: "You're from the Zhenxi Army, and you must be a leader, right? Can you get us some more refined salt?"

Lin Feng first took the salt packet in his hand, rubbing the salt powder onto the big fish while asking questions.

How much salt do you need?

"The more the better."

Why make so many?

"What a question! Refined salt is naturally for eating."

How much can you eat?

"Hey, you think I'm going to eat the refined salt all by myself once it's in my hands? Look, Master is still here, where's Uncle-Master, where's the Sect Leader, where are my fellow disciples..."

Ye Haishan stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, watching the surging river. Upon hearing this, he laughed and scolded.

"What? When did Master leave?"

Rong Rong quickly smiled and said, "Master, I was just saying. I'll get you some more refined salt."

"You have no sense of propriety when it comes to your mouth; you'll suffer for it later."

"With Master by my side, who would dare to wrong me?"

Ye Haishan could only shake his head and sigh.

Lin Feng spread the salt evenly on the large fish, lifted the wooden frame, and removed it from the stove.

"Alright, you can eat now."

Rong Rong quickly looked over: "Hey, where's my salt?"

"Gone."

"Huh? You...you're wasting things..."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "I can get you more refined salt, how about it?"

"Are you telling the truth?"

"A real man can spit and make a hole without being fake."

"Okay, tell me, how are you going to get me more refined salt?"

Lin Feng waved: "Come on, come on, have some fish first, and try my cooking."

Rong Rong used a short knife to cut off a large piece of fish, put it in an oiled paper, and delivered it to his master, Ye Haishan.

"Master, would you like a couple more sips?"

Ye Haishan lowered his head and took a deep sniff, then glanced at Lin Feng with surprise and couldn't help but praise him.

"Ah...so delicious, how can we not have wine? Quickly, bring the wine over."

The three of them each prepared fish and strong liquor. They took a bite of meat and a sip of liquor, letting the wooden boat spin in the water and slowly drift downstream.

They had never eaten such delicious fish before and were completely captivated by it.

When people are enjoying themselves, they don't care where the boat is going.

Ye Haishan and his disciple Rong Rong were happily eating and drinking while listening to Lin Feng's animated explanation of how to make refined salt.

“We can go to the salt fields of the pirates. Of course, the pirates have robbed us of most of these salt fields. When we get there, we can get a lot of raw salt, and then I can make a lot of refined salt.”

"You know how to make refined salt?"

"Of course we can do it. Many people in the Zhenxi Army can do it."

Rong Rong looked puzzled: "How could so many people know about such important supplies?"

"In order to ensure that all soldiers have access to refined salt, more people need to acquire the technology to produce refined salt."

Aren't you afraid the technology will be leaked?

Lin Feng shook his head: "It's still salt at its core. So what if it gets out? Everyone can eat refined salt, which isn't a bad thing."

Ye Haishan stroked his beard and looked up at the azure sky.

"Hmm, I admire Lin Feng more and more for his broad-mindedness and far-sightedness. Alas... what a pity."

He took a big gulp of wine, shook his head, and remained silent.

Rong Rong, however, was only interested in refined salt and kept pressing Lin Feng for more information.

"Hey, Brother Muchuan, could you tell me how this refined salt is made?"

"Of course, it's actually very simple. First, you need some raw salt, then..."

Lin Feng explained the process of making refined salt to Rong Rong in detail, using both words and gestures.

Rong Rong listened attentively, occasionally interrupting Lin Feng and asking again about anything she didn't understand.

As the three were talking happily, they heard the sound of warhorses galloping in the distance.

Looking up, they realized that the wooden boat had been drifting downstream for who knows how many miles, and they could see the dark silhouette of Qi County in the distance.

Hundreds of warhorses galloped along the riverbank, following the wooden boats, while the pirate warriors on horseback shouted orders as they rode.

"Hey, stop the boat! Stop the boat immediately!"

Rong Rong snapped out of his focused study and looked at the hundreds of pirate cavalry following his wooden boat with a puzzled expression.

"Master, what are they going to do?"

Ye Haishan smiled and said, "They probably saw the warhorses on the ship."

Lin Feng blinked. This warhorse was indeed stolen from the pirate leader, and he had even killed the leader of their cavalry.

Now that they've caught them red-handed, no wonder the pirates were chasing the wooden boat like madmen.

Rong Rong was straightforward, but not stupid; he understood immediately.

"Muchuan, did you steal this horse?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"Then we'll return it to them later. We have a boat to ride in, so we don't need warhorses."

Rong Rong waved his hand magnanimously.

Lin Feng awkwardly stroked the straight sword at his waist with both hands.

"This, this, and... this..."

Rong Rong pointed at Lin Feng: "Don't tell me that these clothes were stolen too?"

Ye Haishan laughed and said, "Otherwise what? Did he make it himself? This isn't refined salt."

Rong Rong scratched his head: "Sigh, we didn't bring many clothes, this is a bit troublesome."

Ye Haishan snorted coldly: "Hmph, the clothes aren't the problem, the problem is, where is the original owner of these clothes?"

Both of them looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng shrugged: "He wasn't too willing to lend me clothes at the time, so..."

"Killed to death?"

Rong Rong asked with a grin.

Lin Feng could only nod silently.

"Fine, you've killed their leader, this debt can't be settled, let's not go ashore."

As Rong Rong spoke, he turned and ran towards the stern of the ship; he had to take the helm.

As the wooden boat began to drift towards the shore, there was a fear that pirates would jump onto the boat. Should they be killed or not?