There are few things to do, so don't bother him.

That's why Lao Jiangzuo chose her to go drink at an old liquor store in the county town.

Withdraw eight cents a day.

Five cents is enough to buy three taels of rice wine.

Two cents were paid for a plate of steamed rice cakes.

Give her a penny for running errands.

It's like this day after day.

Except for the last time he suffered from flooding and couldn't find anyone for a while, which made him very irritable in the mornings during those days.

This handsome-looking worker in a sarong has been carrying rice wine for him for almost two years.

And they never mentioned raising errand fees once.

But the old swordsmith, who was particularly impetuous every morning, felt that the most important thing was... being talkative and sensible.

The first time she helped him buy wine, she timidly said, "What was he talking about?"

It seems that her name is Qing...

forget.

The old craftsman was not interested at all.

Some days, from the corner of his eye, he saw young workers in sarongs being bullied by other older female workers, taking away money, goods or fabrics. The old worker showed no reaction and continued to slowly eat what was called breakfast but was actually dinner.

He is old and has to chew slowly.

Old Jiangzuo felt that he didn't have much time, so he had to finish that matter quickly before he died. He had no time to meddle in such noisy matters.

In the breakfast shop, Old Jiangzuo sat on a seat in the back away from Chu Yang, took a sip of rice wine, and squinted his eyes as he waited for the breakfast from the chef.

There were still few guests at this time, and several female tassel workers, including the sarong tassel workers, took their time and sat on a row of stools on the right, lowering their heads to carefully weave sword tassels of various colors.

The old craftsman quietly observed their ingenious weaving skills.

These sword tassels are very beautiful, with various patterns that are very comfortable in his eyes, especially the strange arcs woven by some spiritual female tassel workers on a whim, which can sometimes bring a lot of inspiration to the old craftsmen.

The exquisite sword art is born from the hands of these ordinary and humble little female workers who are busy making a living.

But that's not surprising.

Just like who would have thought that the best swordsmanship in the world is actually in the hands of a small group of Wuyue nuns living in seclusion in Daze?

Old Jiangzuo suddenly remembered that someone once told him such a sentence.

Myths are born in the mortal world.

The old man tilted his head and tipped the pot. This sentence was worthy of him taking another sip of wine.

Old Craftsman is in a good mood.

But at this time, a group of swordsmen came to the breakfast table next door and took their seats while chatting. One of them turned around and told the proprietress a dirty joke, which naturally caused a burst of laughter and curses.

Very noisy.

The old craftsman put down the wine pot, his enthusiasm for drinking was waning.

And the hot topic that this group of noisy swordsmiths discussed next made the old swordsman feel even worse.

The old man silently put away the wine bottle and turned his head to look back at the east bank of Butterfly Creek in the direction of the county government office.

There is a new young county magistrate who wants to build a new waterway called Zheyi Canal in Longcheng to completely cut off the water of Butterfly Creek.

How to forge a sword without water?

It was the first time in his life that Old Craftsman had heard of such a decision that went against his ancestors.

To be honest, besides being angry, I'm also a little... happy.

Laughed angrily.

What kind of weird flower is this?
Chapter completed!