The middle-aged man was petrified in an instant, with a look of disbelief on his face.

It was not until another police officer handcuffed him that he came to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You little bastard! I'm your uncle! How dare you treat me like this! I deserve your kindness..."

Before the man could finish his words, he was pushed into the car and the world suddenly became quiet.

"Huh~~~Brother Meng, I'm sorry. I will definitely deal with this matter seriously." The police officer said a little uncomfortably.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry to trouble you to make this trip." Seeing that the other party was so polite, Meng Fei felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, the clerk who had looked down on Meng Fei and the others had already run away and was replaced by another clerk.

He ran over, bowing his head repeatedly.

"Gentlemen, I'm so sorry. The one just now was our new clerk. He's not very experienced in the business. I just checked it for you. There is absolutely no problem with the clothes. You can return them."

Meng Fei looked at the suit, then at Meng Long, took the suit from the waiter, stuffed it into Meng Long's arms, and said with a smile:

"Forget it, keep it. It looks pretty handsome on you. You can wear it when you get married."

Meng Long was stunned for a moment, then he smiled.

Then the two left the clothing store and drove to the commercial street.

There is only one commercial street in the county. Meng Fei hasn't been here for many years and didn't know which way to go for a moment.

Meng Long has been hanging around in the county for many years, so he is naturally familiar with the terrain. After turning a few corners, he found a shop selling quilts.

After bargaining with the store owner, I finally bought three large quilts for 500 yuan and spent another 300 yuan to buy three sets of sheets and pillowcases.

Then we bought some vegetables and fruits and drove to Uncle Qin's house.

As soon as we arrived at the door and stopped the car, a little old lady rushed out from the door, covering her face and running out on tiptoe.

The two were stunned, and before they could come to their senses, Uncle Qin walked out of the yard.

"Oh! Xiao Meng! You're here. Hey? Who is this kid?"

Hearing Uncle Qin asking him, Meng Long stepped forward and said with a smile: "Hello, Uncle, my name is Meng Long, and I am also from Mengjiagou."

"Oh oh!! Great!! Mengjiagou is great, Mengjiagou is full of talented people!"

Meng Long suddenly felt his old face blush with shame. He felt like Uncle Qin was scolding him.

"Hey! Uncle Qin, who was that old lady just now?" Meng Fei asked in a puzzled manner.

Hearing Meng Fei's question, Uncle Qin's face turned red, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to know nothing.

"Little old lady? Where is this little old lady? Where is she? How come you have poor eyesight at such a young age? Don't stand outside. It's freezing cold outside. Come inside quickly."

Meng Fei and Meng Long looked at each other, held back their laughter, and followed Uncle Qin into the house.

You know what, even though Uncle Qin was alone at home, the house was still quite warm.

I don’t know whether he burned it himself or the little old lady helped him burn it.

"Meng boy, wait a moment, I'll go to the blacksmith's room to get you a knife."

After saying that, Uncle Qin hurried out of the house.

When Meng Long heard that Meng Fei was coming to get a knife, he couldn't help but wonder, "Dog, it's a different era now. You can just buy one online. Why bother making knives here? It's very troublesome, and the quality may not be good. The knives sold online now have good steel edges. You can just sharpen them yourself when you come back."

Meng Fei grinned: "Don't worry, you will know in a moment."

After a while, Uncle Qin returned to the house with a leather bag in his hands and placed it in front of Meng Fei.

"Here, the knife is ready. Open it and take a look."

Meng Fei was a little excited at this time. The original two daggers had already amazed him. What kind of changes would happen to this newly forged knife after adding the meteorite iron from outer space?

Meng Fei slowly opened the leather bag, revealing two black daggers inside.

The two daggers were like elves in the dark night, with slender blades that were about a foot long.

The blade, forged from fine steel, flashes with a cold light, as if it can easily cut through the void.

The most eye-catching thing is the pattern on it, which is like a mysterious vine, winding from the tip of the knife to the handle. The lines are delicate and smooth, and look like ancient runes, engraved with the mystery and power of time, looming in the cold light.

Meng Fei carefully picked up one of the swords, and the blades rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound.

The moment he picked up the blade, Meng Fei was stunned. If he hadn't picked it up with his own hands, he wouldn't even be able to feel the weight of the blade. Holding it in his hand, it was like a light feather that didn't slow down the movement of his wrist at all.

He gripped the handle of the knife tightly and swung it gently a few times. As he swung the knife, the blade moved like a nimble poisonous snake, swift and precise, and even a slight tiger roar was heard.

Meng Fei's eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help but exclaim.

“Nice knife!!”

If this is combined with his object control skills, it will be even more powerful! !

Xiao Li's Flying Dagger isn't as awesome as his!

Seeing Meng Fei's excited expression, Meng Long picked up the other knife out of curiosity. At the first moment, he even thought it was a plastic knife and reached out to touch the blade.

“Puff!”

It was as if Meng Long's finger was pierced into an aorta, and bright red blood gushed out, splashing all over Uncle Qin's face.

"Ouch!" Meng Long groaned and quickly put his fingers into his mouth. Then he carefully put the knife back on the table, not daring to move again.

At this moment, he already understood why Meng Fei had come here specifically to forge a sword. The sword forged by this old man was truly amazing!

Not only was it as light as a feather, but it was also extremely sharp. Just now, he just pressed his finger lightly on the blade, and his finger was cut instantly.

If he used all his strength to cut her, it would be like the anti-Japanese drama, splitting the person in half!

At this time, Meng Fei suppressed his inner excitement, slowly put the knife back on the table, and looked at Uncle Qin with gratitude.

"Uncle! Thank you so much, I love this knife so much, it's only you who can forge this knife, no one else can forge it!"

Meng Fei's flattery seemed to be very effective. Uncle Qin raised his chin and said proudly, "Humph! Of course, you have to. Don't you see how many years I, Uncle Qin, have been working as a blacksmith?"

As soon as Uncle Qin finished speaking, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Then an old lady's voice came: "Lao Qin! Open the door, my phone seems to be rolled up in the quilt!!"

Uncle Qin looked unhappy. He cleared his throat and pretended not to hear anything, and continued chatting with the two people.

But the old lady refused to give up and raised her voice again, "Lao Qin! Open the door! My phone is tucked into your quilt! Hurry and open the door!"