Even the core disciples of the inner sect seldom have the chance to enjoy such precious materials, not to mention the factotum disciples, who only have the chance to read them. But it''s different for the factotum in huozaofang. It''s the place in charge of all the ingredients of the whole clan. As the saying goes, the pork that has passed will leave a hand of oil.

    Huozaofang also attracted the envy of the supervisor''s room because of this feature. It has always been finding fault with huozaofang, which caused long Bufan and huozaofang to conspire with a coup they thought they had a sense of "justice" a while ago. However, in order to avoid being found out, he didn''t choose to medicate the supervisor''s room collectively, but set his goal at Qin Duan, the leader of the supervisor''s room.

    "Elder martial brother Zhu, haven''t you eaten yet?" long Bufan asked with a smile. He noticed that Zhu Dafu''s throat couldn''t help swallowing when he looked at the broth.

    "I''m so fat, it doesn''t matter to eat less. You''re different. You''ll take part in the promotion assessment in ten days. You must let us huozao workshop have an outside disciple. Hum, look who still looks down on us in the future. Remember, you are the hope of our huozao workshop." Zhu Dafu blushed and said excitedly. As factotum disciples, they are inferior, but their huozaofang ranks last in the factotum area. They have been ridiculed as cooks who can only cut firewood and cook. They can''t lift their heads.

    Long Bufan was surprised. His heart warmed and solemnly said, "thanks to elder martial brother Zhu''s kindness, long Bufan will go all out to win glory for the fire stove workshop!"

    After that, he picked up the animal broth, which smelled delicious. At present, the delicious food made the dragon''s extraordinary index finger move. Without hesitation, he ate it all in two or three times.

    After a few breaths, a warm current seemed to burst from his stomach and seeped into every part of his body, which was very comfortable.

    Zhu Dafan looked with relish, and even exuded a glimmer of crystal liquid from the corners of his mouth. He couldn''t help scolding himself in the bottom of his heart: Grandma''s, I knew I had a taste just now.

    "By the way, you asked me to go to the refining workshop to get these for you a while ago." Zhu Dafan took out a small cloth bag from his arms and threw it on the table.

    "It''s done so soon?" long Bufan''s eyes lit up and hurriedly opened the cloth bag, which was a pile of scattered metal devices.

    Zhu Dafu said strangely, "why do you want these gadgets?"

    "You''ll see later." long Bufan smiled. He knew that even if he explained, Zhu Dafeng couldn''t understand the product of the era of science and technology.

    In Zhu Da Pang''s opinion, these are just things made from the big iron pot in their kitchen. They are of no value at all, but they are extraordinary for long Bufan. As a special forces soldier in his previous life, he can''t be more familiar with the metal devices in front of him.

    Shell pulling hook, shell pulling lifter, sleeve, striking needle, disassembly rod, trigger, re-entry spring, guide rail, clip, bullet

    Long Bufan looked at the parts of these guns excitedly. Having not touched the gun for many years, he couldn''t help assembling them in front of Zhu Dafu. As a special field soldier, he must be familiar with the principles of various firearms and even the use of each part. Even in the dark, he can quickly assemble the scattered firearms parts.

    Seeing long Bufan''s bow from left to right, he assembled the scattered instruments into an exquisite May 4th pistol.

    Zhu Da Pang was stunned. He saw such novel things for the first time, and never dreamed that these things that seemed to him to be waste could fit so perfectly.

    "Click ~"

    Pull the bullet from the chamber, take a half step with your left foot, bend your hands slightly, and the dragon is extraordinary. He puts on a standard gun holding posture, and the action is done at one go.

    Holding the gun in his hand, he couldn''t help touching a string that he had been buried in the bottom of his heart... In his previous life in the army, the gun was his closest partner. He guarded his side all the time, whether sleeping or performing tasks, protecting his family and country, and building an unparalleled military soul!

    Now, however, home is not that home, and the country is not that country

    The past is fleeting, and finally a sigh.