Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Brother Lu is back."

When Lu Meng returned to his station, a figure came up to him, it was Huo Buyang who was still vigilant.

His expression was alert but not nervous, and he obviously had great confidence in Lu Meng's safe return.

"Let me help you...it's so heavy." Huo Buyang stepped forward to take a bag, but he didn't expect that he couldn't catch it at all.

At this time, he could only help Lu Meng unpack the cloth bag on his waist. In the process, there was a faint sound of bottles and jars colliding.

"What is this?"

Lu Meng smiled and said: "Wine, this is a good thing, but children cannot drink it."

As he spoke, he put down two bags of flour.

This kind of cloth bag has an opening in the middle. After filling the flour, it sinks at both ends and is tied with a rope. It is suitable for carrying on the shoulders when transporting goods.

"I'm not a child." Huo Buyang scratched his head.

He hasn't tasted wine yet, and to be honest, he doesn't care much about wine, he just knows that it is expensive.

Huo Buyang looked at the contents of the bag again.

"Is this flour?" This time he was overjoyed.

"Well, after eating cassava for so many days, it's time for us to change our taste." Lu Meng was also looking forward to it.

The two of them were busy moving everything back to the storage room.

After I had some free time, it was almost dawn.

Lu Meng first asked Huo Buyang, who had been waiting all night and couldn't resist the sleepiness, to rest. He tidied up for another ten minutes. After Li Liu woke up and explained to her, he went back to his room and went to sleep early.

Going to bed early in the morning is also a type of going to bed early.

…

I woke up feeling refreshed and it was already noon.

Since hunting the camel, the daily hunting activities in the morning have been suspended for a while.

Lu Meng didn't feel any discomfort at having his schedule broken, because he felt busier these days than when he was still hunting.

Fortunately, the harvest is also abundant.

Even the levels of several skills went up during this trip.

[Actual combat level: 24 → 26 (Warrior)]

Just by killing Luo Rong, her actual combat level increased by 2, which is enough to show that her own strength is pretty good and she is a qualified experience package.

[Life Skills: Lockpicking 8→9 (Getting Started)]

[Life Skills: Master 15→16 (Basic)]

This time I went to Xing's house and only opened two locks, and the unlocking level only increased by 1 point. As for the master level, although the base required for improvement is larger, the skills are used more times this time, and the proficiency gained is also less. Just enough for the expert to advance to the next level.

"The so-called life skills..."

Lu Meng took out the dagger with his left hand and struck a pose.

With a flick of his fingers, the dagger flew and spun in the palm of his hand, moving flexibly between his fingers. Then with a little force, the dagger flew high again. After spinning in the air for a few weeks, it accurately landed back in the palm of his hand, holding it tightly. live.

The whole process is gorgeous and agile, and the trajectory formed by the reflection is beautiful and dangerous.

Lu Meng just now was more like a pianist playing music, with his slender and strong fingers playing between the blades.

What stands out is the bells and whistles.

"It's better to wait until you have a longer hand before you play with it."

He breathed a long sigh of relief and inserted the dagger back under the right side of his robe. Li Liu specially designed a sandwich here that could hold the dagger.

Although the most common use of the [Magic Hand] skill is for stealing, in fact, just like its literal meaning, it represents the flexibility and control of hand movements, as well as the skills of magic, the action of hiding and replacing items in an instant. in this column.

When applied to the use of weapons, just like Lu Meng's experiment just now, even if his left hand is not his dominant hand, he can still accurately control strength, dexterity and proportion.

Moreover, the improvement of the [Excellent Hand] skill will also be a bonus for skills such as quickly drawing a sword.

On the upgrade route, breaking through to 20 actual combat levels is mainly limited by physical fitness, while breaking through to 40 requires mastery of martial arts, that is, "melee" or "long-range" skills.

As for the higher level, it is related to life skills. It can be said that skills are close to Tao.

Of course, these are still far from Lu Meng. The main limitation on his strength growth now is his mastery of martial arts.

The [Machete] skill he plans to major in is only at the entry level of level 5.

But life skills are always needed even if the bonus to strength is not considered.

There is no strong person who is divorced from real life.

…

"Add flour to water, knead it into a dough, and then spread it thinly." Li Liu said while kneading the dough.

After she added flour and water to the clay pot, her kneading movements seemed gentle because of her skill, but in fact she was using her strength without hesitation.

Lu Meng watched her movements intently, while listening to the lecture, frowning, trying to remember every step.

"It'll be fine once you rub it to this extent." Li Liu said and showed it to Lu Meng.

There was no excess dough left in the basin or on her hands, and a layer of light seemed to appear on the surface of the entire dough.

"Okay, now you try it."

"……Um."

"Yes, the strength and balance are well controlled."

"...Why can't it be kneaded together? Maybe too much flour has been added."

"It's okay, just add some water."

"ah."

"...It doesn't matter. Add some noodles. You exercise a lot and get hungry easily. You should eat more."

[Life Skills: Cooking 6→7 (Beginner)]

[Life Skills: Cooking 7→8 (Introductory)]

Lu Meng originally thought that he would have freshly baked pasta when he woke up at noon.

Unexpectedly, Li Liu was also very excited after getting the flour. Compared with other foods, flour, an ingredient with a long history, obviously has more possibilities.

And she didn't forget that Lu Meng asked her for cooking skills before. She waited until he got up and then taught him step by step how to make noodles. She was very attentive.

Of course, Lu Meng and the others were not hungry either. They had a good meal of shredded camel meat.

The work I do now is purely for cooking practice.

Teacher Li Liuli said that because there is no ready-made yeast, you can only use old noodles to ferment. The fermentation time will be longer, which can be regarded as preparation in advance.

They can eat it after Lu Meng and the others come back in the evening.

Huo Buyang was also watching at this time.

He now wants to learn whatever Brother Lu does when he sees him doing it.

But Li Liu said he couldn't let him waste flour, so he didn't let him get started.

“A waste of flour…”

Lu Meng looked at the dough he had made. Although the amount of flour used at the beginning was the same, the final result was more than twice as big as Li Liu's demonstration.

He quickly took Xiao Huo, who was still unfinished, to prepare for today's black market stall.

Let the experts handle the rest.

…

black market.

The afternoon sun is just right.

Both the way he came and the scene in front of the black market were no different from when Lu Meng first came.

It looks dilapidated and desolate, but there are always people coming in and out.

Only this time, when he stepped onto the flat land in front of the entrance to the black market, the sparse crowd suddenly seemed to be disturbed.

As soon as this tall figure appeared, it was like a pebble thrown into the lake, and the ripples it made spread to the crowd in the form of an ear-to-ear conversation.

"That's Lu Beiyou..."

"He is already a warrior..."

"It's actually alive."

"What are you talking about?"

With Lu Meng's high perception, their voices, which they thought were suppressed, were vaguely heard in his ears.

"Lubeiyou" and "Martial Artist" are the two words that appear most frequently in people's conversations.

It seemed that just one day later, the news that he had become a warrior had already spread on the black market.

Lu Meng smiled and nodded to those who talked about him.

Obviously they didn't expect Lu Meng to hear him. Some people who felt that their attitude when talking about him were not respectful enough immediately averted their eyes, lowered their heads and left quickly.

Some of the bolder customers who used to come to Lumeng Meat Stall chose to come up and say hello:

"Hello, Boss Lu."

"There's animal meat again."

"Business is booming, business is booming."

In the past, when they knew Lu Meng was a hunter, except for a few jealous ones, people's attitudes were actually not bad.

But that's more of envy and admiration.

Now there is awe that cannot be hidden.

Lu Meng responded one by one without any airs.

Fear was not something he wanted.

But fear is a useful thing.