Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1101 566: The Pillar Technique of Home Cultivation

No matter if it's for cracking a skull or digging dirt, this shovel never fails at a critical moment. Count the treasures at home, and this shovel is definitely high on the list.

Li Banfeng placed the shovel in front of him, starting to engage in a deep conversation with it.

After an hour of communication, the shovel showed no response.

Li Banfeng stroked the shovel, sighed, and said: "You're too introverted."

Putting the shovel away, Li Banfeng turned his gaze to the feather duster.

He has a habit of collecting feather dusters, and there's one he's used the most, bought from a peddler in Blue Poplar Village.

This feather duster is made with exquisite materials; the feathers are vibrant, soft, and dense; the wooden handle is quite sturdy. It can withstand swords and axes in battle, sweep away dust in household chores, and when brought to social gatherings, it's perfectly respectable. Considering it a family treasure is a sure thing.

Li Banfeng stared at the feather duster for two hours, and the feather duster also didn't respond.

Where did things go wrong this time?

Is the feather duster also quite introverted?

Switching to another object, Li Banfeng looked at the Iron Ruler, the Mandarin Duck Axes, and the fake mustache he usually sticks to his face...

After looking at personal items for several hours, Li Banfeng's eyes were bloodshot as he lay on the bed.

This technique is very difficult to learn.

The phonograph comforted Li Banfeng: "Husband, take it easy; you are still far from the next promotion, there's plenty of time to study the technique."

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "It's not just about studying. I haven't even grasped the doorway to the technique."

The phonograph gently massaged Li Banfeng's forehead with a puff of steam: "It's Little Servant's fault, it's me who didn't explain the essentials clearly. Little Servant will think carefully again, to see if there's a way to help Husband find the trick."

Li Banfeng hugged the phonograph and said: "You've explained clearly, it's my own lack of comprehension."

"Don't say discouraging words, Husband. This technique is indeed difficult to learn."

After a few comforting words from the wife, Li Banfeng regained his confidence and began to search through the treasures at home.

After a brief search, Li Banfeng seemed to have an epiphany.

The shovel, feather duster, fake mustache... these things indeed appeal to Li Banfeng, but they're always carried with him, not spending much time in the Portable Residence.

Which object usually stays in the Portable Residence?

Li Banfeng's gaze settled on a corner of the main room, where there was a vase.

Back when Li Banfeng bombed Jiang Xiang Gang's Xianle Dance Hall in Medicine King Valley, he took this vase from there.

He didn't intend to plant flowers, only inserted the feather duster into the vase. Though he hadn't paid much attention to it over time, upon reflection, this vase had spent quite some days in the Portable Residence.

Li Banfeng stared at the vase for an hour, his eyes turning bloodshot, his scalp tingling.

The phonograph advised: "Beloved husband, don't rush, take a short rest..."

Whoosh~

Amid the sound of the wind, the vase slowly lifted off the ground, hovering in mid-air.

The phonograph exclaimed in delight: "Husband has such talent, found the way!"

Hong Ying also turned around, surprised, from the dressing table: "Found the portal?"

Li Banfeng gestured toward the vase: "Come here, girl, sit beside me."

"Girl?" The phonograph listened for a moment with its Insightful Spirit Sound, unable to discern the vase's reaction, wondering why Li Banfeng called it 'girl.'

The vase lingered in its place, not flying close to Li Banfeng, seemingly not trusting him much.

Li Banfeng picked up the feather duster and walked over; the vase feared being hit and quickly dodged to the side.

"Don't be afraid; you have a lump of dust in your belly that's making you itchy and can't be cleaned away, right? Don't be afraid; I'll help you sweep it out."

The vase, doubting yet hoping, was gently embraced by Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng held the vase, gently placing the feather duster inside, stirring for a moment, extracting a ball of dust.

"Not itchy now, huh?"

The vase floated in mid-air, its mouth toward Li Banfeng, seemingly expressing gratitude.

"Anywhere else uncomfortable? I'll help you clean it up."

Before finishing the sentence, the vase charged toward Li Banfeng, its mouth enveloping his head.

The phonograph was initially startled, then sensed goodwill from the vase.

"Husband, you've mastered it!"

"Hohohohoho!" Li Banfeng laughed muffledly inside the vase.

Everyone at home joined in the joy, the gloves shook a finger saying: "Our head really is determined; no matter how difficult the technique, with some grit, it'll surely be mastered!"

The projector lamented: "This is art, an art written with perseverance and dedication!"

The Tang Sword was still excited: "The sharpness of a sword emerges from honing, the fragrance of the plum blossom from bitter cold; master has ambition, courage, and audacity, lifting this great weight!"

The family praised for over ten minutes, but then saw Li Banfeng holding onto the vase, desperately trying to pull it off.

The teapot was stunned: "What kind of technique is being practiced now?"

The phonograph shouted: "This isn't a technique; there's no air inside, quickly help get Husband out, lest he suffocate!"

Hong Ying drew out her sword and said: "I'll chop this vase; it definitely won't hurt Qi Lang."

Li Banfeng shouted muffled: "Don't chop! It's our family treasure!"

PS: Family Treasures Self-Counting, your family's treasures you naturally must cherish deeply.

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