The next morning, the warm sunlight poured through the blurred flower glass windows on the body of the hammer.

Tie Hammer stretched beautifully, buried his head in the velvet pillow, and continued to sleep comfortably.

I have to say that Mr. Baggins' living conditions are really good, and even the hammer has fallen a little.

Suddenly, a rustling sound rang in her ears.

This rustling sound seemed to have appeared very early, but she only realized it now.

Tie Hammer immediately opened his almond eyes alertly and grabbed his hammer.

She quickly turned over from the bed and sat up. Xu Feng was sitting on the lounge chair in front of the window, holding a pen in her hand and writing and drawing on the paper.

Tiehammer said in shame: "Are you drawing me?"

Xu Feng was stunned, "Are you awake? It just so happens..."

Tiehammer said angrily: "I treat you as a brother, but I didn't expect that you would do such shameless and obscene things while I was sleeping!"

Xu Feng said laughing and crying: "What dirty thing am I doing? I didn't secretly draw you!"

Tiehammer said angrily: "Do you dare show me what you draw?"

Xu Feng handed it on without hesitation, "I'm going to show it to you."

The hammer took the painting and looked at it, and then he was stunned.

This is indeed not a portrait of her, but a simple and mechanical drawing.

The drawings are drawn in a crooked manner, but fortunately, the machinery is not complicated and you can see them clearly at a glance.

If the hammer is not wrong, the simple machine drawn by Xu Feng should be a hand-cranked noodles machine.

"...You drew such a thing in front of me all night?" Tieqiao didn't know if he should be angry or laughed.

Xu Feng smiled and said, "I have observed that there is no such thing as noodles in Middle Earth, and there is no noodles press. We can take advantage of this to make a batch of portable instant noodles."

"What?" Tie Hammer was completely stunned.

"Instant noodles," Xu Feng explained with a smile: "It's the kind of winding and winding delicacy that can be eaten with hot water."

"Gourmet?" Tiehui said angrily: "Your instant noodles are the food!"

Xu Feng smiled and said, "I am used to eating instant noodles. Instant noodles are naturally not delicious food. However, when I haven't eaten instant noodles for a long time, I will still feel a little panicked."

Tie Hammer sneered, "I won't eat instant noodles if there are fish, meat and bread!"

Xu Feng smiled and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself, right? You can help me build a noodles press first."

The hammer curled his lips, "Don't do it."

Xu Feng smiled and said, "I said in front of the dwarves that you are a master of forging. If you can't even make a noodle machine, it will be underestimated by the dwarves."

The hammer thought for a while, "That's OK, but you have to prepare it for me forging materials and forging places."

There is no blacksmith shop in the place where the Hobbits live in the Shire area. All the iron tools and tools of the Hobbits are purchased from the dwarf tribe next to them for a lot of money.

The Hobbits don't like the jingling sound, and they don't like the rolling smoke coming out of the blacksmith shop.

However, this is not a difficult task for Xu Feng.

Bilbo's yard is large and can serve as a temporary blacksmith shop. The dwarves of Bilbo's family will carry more or less a few pieces of forging equipment on them.

What's more, the noodles press does not require too complicated technology. With the forging skills of the hammer, this is not difficult at all.

So the two walked out of the room, borrowed a few tools from the dwarves, and went to the street to buy some metal utensils.

Xu Feng also took the opportunity to buy ten bags of top-quality flour, as well as various vegetables, seasonings, jerky meat, etc.

When checking out, Xu Feng reported the name of Bilbo Baggins.

This name is indeed very useful. The bosses who sell things didn't ask for any documents, so they helped Xu Feng transport everything to Bilbo's bottom pit.

The hammer then set off the fire, and then the parts of the noodle press were created in the courtyard.

The dwarves were attracted by the fire and the sound of iron.

They looked at the iron hammer's skilled iron-smashing skills, and they all danced with excitement.

Qili couldn't help but walk up and asked, "Dear Ms. Iron Hammer, good morning, may I ask, are you here?"

"Smash the iron." Tie Hammerhead said without looking back.

"I can see it," Qili smiled awkwardly, "I want to ask, what are you playing? Do you need me to help? I am still very confident in making irons."

Tiehammer shook his head, "No, it's just a gadget. Give me half an hour and I can handle it."

Qili secretly glanced at the drawings in front of the iron hammer and opened his mouth wide in shock.

He had never seen such a strange device.

"What's this?"

"drawing."

"Well, I'm trying to ask, what is drawn on the drawing?"

"Oh, noodle press."

"Noodle press..." can be said in every word Qili, but when they are connected, Qili is completely blinded.

Tie Hammer smiled and said, "When I create it, you will understand."

At this time, Bilbo was lying on the sofa in his living room. He had been sleeping from yesterday to now. In his sleep, he had a nightmare. He dreamed that a large group of dwarves broke into his house, ate all his things, pounded his table, and finally invited him to die together. He also set up a blacksmith shop in his yard, jingling iron.

What a nightmare.

Bilbo rubbed his temples, breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly opened his eyes.

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Bilbo frowned. Why did the sound of iron and the laughter of the dwarves not disappear even though he woke up from the nightmare?

He quickly rubbed his eyes and saw that the house was still in a mess!

Gandalf was smoking Charles tobacco, sitting opposite the sofa, looking at him with a smile.

"Are you awake?" Gandalf said with a smile.

Bilbo exclaimed, "What! This is not a dream!"

Gandalf smiled and said, "Haha, of course this is not a dream. I know, this is really an exciting thing for you. One-sixteenth of the wealth of Gushan Palace, do you know, what does that mean? It means that your wealth will grow five times!"

Bilbo quickly shook his head, "No, I have enough money! I don't need to take risks anymore! Gandalf, I beg you, you should leave my house with the dwarf brothers. At worst, I'll donate some of the money to use on the way! Oh, I can also donate a cart of tobacco to you! Great Charles tobacco!"

Gandalf laughed, "If there was a car of good Charles tobacco, it would be a great thing, but... I would rather not have tobacco than ask you to participate."

Bilbo asked in a collapsed manner, "Why? Why must it be me? If you need hobbits, why not go to other hobbits in the Charles region?"
Chapter completed!