Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

"Master Yue is here?"

Shen Wanwu straightened his clothes and walked out quickly, with a wry smile on his face.

Why does what you fear come true?

Yue Lingfei must have come here for Mo Dao.

After all, after the order was signed, not a single ink knife had been made yet, and the progress was really a bit slow.

But the current predicament is real. Even if he can't bring himself to do it, he has to appease Master Yue.

But dragging it out is not a solution. If the other party asks again in a few days, what should he say?

Keep making excuses is not a solution!

Shen Wanwu had a worried look on his face, but the moment he stepped out of the gate, he immediately forced a smile and said, "Master Yue, I'm sorry for not welcoming you. Please come in!"

Yue Lingfei was still dressed in a dark-colored outfit, looking quite capable. Led by Shen Wanwu, she strode into the hall. She glanced around and asked, "Where's Chen Changfan? Where has this guy been?"

Shen Wanwu gestured to his men to pour tea while smiling, "The boss seemed to have gone hunting, so he should be back by now."

"Your boss is in a very elegant mood." Yue Lingfei seemed to be preoccupied and spoke absentmindedly.

Shen Wanwu chuckled, "Our boss has a wide range of interests and has dabbled in various fields. As far as I know, he is proficient in riding and shooting, fishing and hunting, machinery, and even has some experience in cooking."

"Then your boss is really a talented person..." Yue Lingfei seemed to be in a bad mood, and Shen Wanwu naturally noticed it keenly. He immediately thought of the ink knife order, but the current dilemma had not been resolved, so he was too embarrassed to mention it.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence.

"Butler Shen, do you have any news about the source of meteorite sand?" Finally, it was Yue Lingfei who broke the silence. She liked to be straightforward, and holding it in for so long was already her limit.

A hint of bitterness flashed in Shen Wanwu's eyes. What was supposed to come finally came.

"Master Yue, please be patient. We have already sent out all the stonemasons, hunters, and herbalists from the village. I believe we will find it soon..."

Shen Wanwu informed the other party of his arrangements.

Although his boss told him that this matter was not worth the trouble and he had his own way, Shen Wanwu also made some arrangements, although he himself did not have much hope.

"Meteorite sand is extremely rare. Looking for it all over the mountains and plains is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Yue Lingfei interrupted directly, with a hint of anger in her tone.

She thought Chen Changfan had found a solution, but who would have thought that he had to rely on these few people to find a needle in a haystack. Did he take her order seriously?

"Master Yue, don't worry. We...we will definitely find a way." Facing the questioning of a sixth-level warrior, Shen Wanwu also felt a little pressured and said with gritted teeth.

"Think of a way? What's the solution? As far as I know, this meteorite sand is only produced in Difei Mountain. Otherwise, we can buy some from Difei Mountain at a high price."

"This...this isn't right."

Tatata!

Just when the atmosphere in the hall was a little stagnant, footsteps were suddenly heard. The two of them looked over subconsciously and saw a familiar figure appear.

Chen Changfan walked steadily, and the huge wooden barrel on his shoulder seemed to be light as a feather as he walked into the lobby.

"The boss is back." Shen Wanwu stepped forward and wanted to take the wooden barrel.

Chen Changfan shook his head and said, "I just brought it back from the mountain. Please don't spill it."

Having said that, he placed the barrel on the ground beside him.

Boom!

Just as he put the wooden barrel on the ground, there was a muffled thud, which caused Yue Lingfei's eyes to twitch.

Just by listening to the sound, she knew that the wooden barrel must weigh no less than 500 kilograms.

Did they actually carry this guy all the way down the mountain?

Her gaze drifted to Chen Changfan's shoulder, where there was no mark except for a little dust.

Such hard skin!

What great endurance!

"You're really strong enough to lift a 500-jin wooden barrel." Yue Lingfei curled her lips.

She believed she could carry a 500-jin wooden barrel, but she couldn't do it so calmly if she had to carry it all the way down the mountain.

But why did he carry a 500-pound wooden barrel down the mountain?

Are you bored because you've eaten too much?

"Boss, what's in this wooden barrel?" Shen Wanwu looked relieved.

Fortunately, when he went to pick up the wooden barrel just now, the boss didn't give it to him, otherwise he would have probably squeezed out all the shit by now.

Chen Changfan felt thirsty, so he picked up the teapot beside him and poured it directly into his mouth, mumbling, "Meteorite sand."

"Oh, meteorite sand. Wait... Boss, you mean meteorite sand? This bucket is full of meteorite sand?"

Shen Wanwu almost choked and repeated it in disbelief.

Yue Lingfei on the side took a deep breath, took a step forward, and then carefully opened the lid of the wooden barrel.

The huge wooden barrel was filled to the brim with black and grey sand. The sand looked unremarkable, but the surface emitted a faint starlight, looking like stars.

"Meteor sand, it's really meteor sand!" Yue Lingfei was so excited that her face flushed. She carefully grabbed a handful of meteor sand, held it in her palm and looked at it carefully for a long time, her face full of excitement.

"With the meteorite sand, we have all the materials to make ink knives. This meteorite sand weighs 500 kilograms, so how many ink knives can be made from it..." Yue Lingfei felt that she was about to be overwhelmed by the huge surprise.

Who would have thought that they were just arguing about whether to buy some meteorite sand at a high price, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Changfan came back carrying a full 500 kilograms.

The contrast is simply too great.

"I can't really say how many ink knives can be made with 500 kilograms of meteorite sand. Go and call Deng Jiuxian over." Chen Changfan scratched his head.

He just wanted to ask about the progress of the sword-forging training.

After a while, Deng Jiuxian came staggering over, reeking of alcohol. "What's going on? Can't you see I'm drinking? I..."

After seeing Chen Changfan and Yue Lingfei, he was immediately startled and immediately put away his cynical expression. He stared at Chen Changfan for a long time, and even showed a look of horror.

"Congratulations, Master Dong, for breaking through to the fourth level. Your figure has become more upright, and it seems that you have made great progress in strengthening your bones. I wonder how many steps it took you to reach the fourth level?"

Chen Changfan smiled.

I didn't expect that Deng Jiuxian had such a sharp vision. He had just deliberately concealed his aura, and even Yue Lingfei didn't notice that he had broken through, but Deng Jiuxian actually saw the clue at a glance.

Yue Lingfei, who was standing by, also had a look of shock on her face, and was obviously quite surprised.

She looked at Chen Changfan carefully and found that the latter was indeed different.