Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 120
At this time, a heroic young man came out from the door with a candied haw in his hand. When he saw the person coming, he couldn't help shouting excitedly:

"Brother Feng, why are you here?"

"Hey, is this Budu brother? It turns out that your family lives here."

The lazy young man is Zhao Feng, the son of Zhao Yuntian in Yinren Village, and the heroic young man is the eldest grandson of the owner of Jiangyuezhu Village, Jiang Yudu.

Seeing this, the housekeeper couldn't help but look sideways. He asked the young man next to him in a soft voice, "Master, do you know this gentleman?"

The heroic young man beamed with joy and said, "It's not just that I know him, but my young master's fame in my life has also been defeated by him."

"Failed?"

The butler was a little puzzled for a while, if they had fought, it should be due to enmity, why did they act so kindly when they met?

Just when he was puzzled, Zhao Feng said with a joyful expression:

"If you want to win back the game, let's compete again when we have a chance. To tell you the truth, I can eat thirty steamed buns in half an hour. Brother Du will ask you if you are afraid."

Hearing this, the heroic young man burst out with vigor, and he said with a look of disdain: "Now I can only eat 23 in half an hour. After I practice again, let's compete again in the future, I don't believe I can't beat you!"

The lazy young man chuckled and replied, "Okay, then I'll give you another chance to challenge me."

"It's a deal." At this moment, the young man named Jiang Yudu looked very serious, even more serious than when he was practicing.

Seeing the serious expressions on their faces, even the experienced housekeeper couldn't bear to look directly at them, while the group of men beside the lazy young man sighed and shook their heads.

Childish, too childish.

After that, Zhao Feng led a group of subordinates to wave goodbye to the young man and left.

Jiang Yudu's expression was solemn. After he returned to the village, he ran to the kitchen. He pinched his waist and shouted to a group of cooks, "I want to eat steamed stuffed buns tonight, thirty first!"

Guys: "..."

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On the way back to Yunxi County, Zhao Feng was a little dignified. Since Yinren Village was destroyed, he brought his men to Yunxi County and started to transport food and grass. It was to inquire about information and investigate the person behind the murder of his grandfather, and Jiangyue Zhuzhuang was their perennial employer and buyer.

After a long period of contact, he found that Jiangyue Zhuzhuang is quite different from ordinary villas. As far as ordinary villas are concerned, most of them have their own caravans to make profits for the family, and they also have their own workshops in Yunxi County, or Silk, dyeing houses, or herbal shops, pawn shops and the like.

This Jiangyue Bamboo Village is different. Not only does it not have its own power, but even the caravans that deliver food and grass to the villa are hired. They have no source of income. How do they maintain their villa?

Thinking about it, Zhao Feng's thoughts drifted to half a month ago. At that time, he had just rushed back to Yunxi County from Fallen Leaf City. He rode a fast horse for a full ten hours. It was the next morning.

On the way, he didn't eat or drink, and ran all the way. As soon as he landed, he was very hungry. What's more, the silver around his waist accidentally dropped during the running, and he didn't even know it was lost. Where was it, so Zhao Feng could only stand in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop and watch eagerly.

At this moment, a well-dressed heroic young man placed a large basket of steamed buns on the wooden table. The young man looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he could tell he was from a wealthy family just by looking at his clothes. The lazy young man felt strange. He wondered how such a young child could eat more than twenty buns?

Hungry and dizzy, he stood in front of the boy and asked:
"Little brother, can you eat so many buns by yourself?" In other words, he wanted to share some "pressure" for the young man.

Just as the young man was about to reach for the bun, he was interrupted by the person in front of him. He hated others to disturb his eating, and a little anger could not help but appear on his face.

"It's none of your business if I eat my buns?!"

Zhao Feng didn't care about the other party's anger at all. He first glanced around to make sure that the elders of the young man's family were not around, and then turned his head to look at the young man in front of him, but the smell of the buns beside him always made his thoughts drift away. The lazy young man said while swallowing his saliva:
"I'm afraid you won't be able to eat and waste it."

The young man was very angry. He hated people saying that he had a bad appetite.

"Hmph, to tell you the truth, I am the person with the biggest appetite in my family. Even in Yunxi County, I am known as the 'King of Food'. Let alone twenty, there are thirty. I can still eat, young master. "

"You said you were the 'King of Rice'?" Zhao Feng showed a surprised expression.

"You do not believe?"

"Brother, I have a big appetite, so I have the courage to come here today to ask for advice." After finishing speaking, the lazy young man sat down opposite the young man.

"Okay, then let's compete in the name of 'King of Rice'!"

When it comes to eating, Zhao Feng's mind is particularly bright, he thought about it and said:
"It's too small to bet on the 'rice king'. Let's not compare the appetite today. Let's compare the speed. The time is half a quarter of an hour. Whoever eats more within the specified time will be the winner. From then on, we will enjoy the 'rice king' ' title, and the loser pays for the meal, how about that?"

The young man thought about it for a while, and then agreed.

"it is good!"

However, Zhao Feng was really hungry. He ate 28 steamed buns in just half an hour. On the other hand, the heroic young man only ate [-]. In the end, the young man won the title and the young man lost the silver taels. .

"I lost this time, but I don't accept it. After I have practiced my speed, I will definitely ask you to regain the title of 'King of Rice'. My name is Jiang Yudu. How dare you declare your name!"

The lazy young man hiccupped, he would never give his real name: "Brother, my name is Huo Feng."

The two did not know each other, and in the following process, their discussion about food had reached a "very high level", but time passed quickly, and the teenager was rushing home, so the two said goodbye.

Thinking back now, Zhao Feng felt more and more that this young man was not simple. It is unusual for him to have such a big appetite at such a young age. You know, he is very good at eating but he was forced to increase his appetite because he practiced "Shuilongyin".

In addition, he also discovered through soul exploration that this young man has the cultivation level of a chivalrous man entering the house, which really surprised him.

"Could it be some hidden family?"

Zhao Feng was chewing the grass roots while thinking, and started muttering unconsciously. At this moment, a man beside him saw that he was always distracted and his mouth was still talking, so he couldn't help asking:

"Shopkeeper, what are you muttering about?"