Douluo's starting Wuhun is an Italian cannon

On the road outside Kalan City, a well-equipped and well-trained team was escorting a beautifully designed carriage on its way.

"Bishop Lan, I'm going to my little brother's hometown just ahead. It's been a hard journey for Bishop Lan."

A young man with sharp eyebrows in the carriage said with a smile to the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

"The Holy Son is joking, this is just a subordinate's duty, why bother talking about it?"

"Brother, I'm seeing you again. How many times have I told you, just call me Xiaozhuang."

The young man changed his tone, casually opened the curtains of the carriage, looked at the familiar scenery on the roadside, and sighed.

"Eight years, eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. If Master hadn't asked me to come out to do something this time, I don't know how many more years it would have taken before I could see my father again."

"Brother Zhuang, you are timid about being close to home. But we are born like this. I have not been back to my hometown for 20 years. Ever since we stepped into Wuhun Hall, we have to sacrifice our small family for everyone. We must respect our father."

I shouldn’t blame you, brother.”

"Yes! If this assessment task can be successfully completed, I'm afraid I will go to the Pope's Palace to serve. I don't know how long it will take to come back next time.

Alas, you see, the closer I get to my hometown, the more sentimental I become, which makes Bishop Lan laugh."

………

"Boss, this tastes really amazing! Woooooooooo!!"

Boss Gou wolfed down the fried rice with eggs in his hands, his eyes filled with tears, and his voice trembled uncontrollably as he spoke.

It’s so delicious. I didn’t expect rice and eggs to be so delicious!!

It’s worth living for such a long time to be able to taste such delicious food!

"Haha, just like it."

Seeing Boss Gou's appearance, Mu Yun couldn't help but smile.

"How many soul coins do you think a piece of egg fried rice should cost?"

"Hmm! It's so delicious, senior, are you willing to sell it to others?"

When Boss Gou heard this, he looked like he couldn't believe it. Is such delicious egg fried rice going to be sold to the outside world?

Then you have to open a large-scale restaurant. If you want to eat, you have to make a reservation in advance. This is not impossible, and the quality will come up in no time.

"Um!"

"How many portions do you plan to sell in a day, senior? Do you need to make a reservation in advance? In that case, a portion of such delicious egg fried rice must be sold at least one Gintama coin, otherwise wouldn't it be too cheap?"

One Gintama Coin?!

Is he a shady businessman?

You know, in Douluo Continent, one silver soul coin can support an ordinary family for at least three days. Isn't this too dark?

"Is it too high? After all, our raw materials don't cost much. Small profits but quick turnover is the right way. Do you think this is too profiteer?"

"This is a profiteer. You are so kind, boss!"

As if he was meeting Mu Yun for the first time, Boss Gou looked at Mu Yun carefully up and down, left and right, and wondered in his heart, could the senior in front of him be someone else's imposter?

"Well!!"

Mu Yun was stunned.

"Boss, what are your plans next?"

Boss Gou asked.

"My arrangement is very simple. You help me get a few iron plates. I want to make several kinds of food. The specific look is like this and this."

Mu Yun said with a smile.

"Iron plate??? plus a stove for burning fire??"

Boss Gou was stunned for a moment. Is this thing sold in Kalan City?

"That's right, it's an iron plate. Not only must its thickness be uniform, but it must also be strong. It must not be rough, but must be carefully crafted. It's best to be as mirror-like as possible."

Mu Yun smiled.

"This, this, boss, with all due respect, I have never seen the iron plate you are talking about, and this thing is very troublesome to make. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do."

Boss Gou smiled awkwardly. He really couldn't do anything about this task.

When Mu Yun saw Boss Gou's expression, he knew that this guy was not lying to him.

He was slightly disappointed, it seemed that his idea was a little too forward.

To be honest, egg fried rice and other iron pots are just fine, but the best is iron plate fried rice.

Just like the roadside food stalls on Blue Star, no one will love them once they are laid bare.

However, if you want to make teppanyaki, you still have great requirements for the skills of a blacksmith. After all, on Blue Star, those are all one-time molding with stamping machines and punches, but here, close to primitive society, what is needed is to rely on

The blacksmith hammered it out with hammer after hammer.

Boss Gou noticed that Mu Yun had a displeased look on his face, and his heart suddenly suddenly flashed, and an idea flashed in his mind. Shield was a brilliant idea.

"Senior, actually... actually we... can go to the Steel City Forging Guild to find a master-level blacksmith there. We should be able to meet the requirements of our senior."

Boss Gou cautiously suggested.

"Steel City?"

Mu Yun's eyes flickered when he heard this. The City of Steel is a very mysterious and special place. It is the largest gathering place for blacksmiths on the Douluo Continent, and it contains a large number of blacksmiths and master-level blacksmiths.

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In the original work, Tang San's father Tang Hao seems to be one of the three great masters of the City of Steel. You must know that Tang Hao is a genius who can crush an era, which can be seen in the City of Steel.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so exquisite. As long as it's flat enough, it's almost enough. What I mean is, don't we have a blacksmith shop in Kalan City? As long as it's one that can make iron pots."

"Oh! That's true!"

Just when Mu Yun and Boss Gou were looking for a blacksmith shop to make a teppanyaki, they were in the mercenary area of ​​Kalan City and the banker's manor.

"Master, Master, the young master is back!"

Zhuang Hao, who was looking sad, jumped up from his seat with excitement when he heard the report from his subordinates.

"My son is back. He is here. I miss my father so much..."

Before Zhuang Bufan entered his courtyard, his voice was loud and uncontrollably excited. His excited voice was amplified unknowingly, and he started shouting towards his courtyard.

"Mom and Dad, my son is back!"

"Ouch! My dear! I'm finally back. Let me take a good look at it!"

Mrs. Zhuang came up to him with a face of surprise, her eyes were red, she hugged her precious son and said excitedly.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

Zhuang Bufan hugged Mrs. Zhuang in his arms, with tenderness in his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed Mrs. Zhuang's forehead gently, and then let go of Mrs. Zhuang.

"Okay, Lin'er just came back. He must be exhausted. Let's go back to the house and rest first."

Zhuang Bufan's father, Zhuang Hao, the patriarch of the Zhuang family, suddenly changed his face and said.

What kind of person is Zhuang Bufan? He is a genius who has grown up in Wuhun Hall with all the halo since he was a child. His mind is naturally extremely thoughtful, but he noticed something wrong just from his father's expression.

Looking around, I found that whether it was my father, my mother, or the servants at home, their expressions were somewhat unnatural.