With the "rumbling" sound of the train.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

The currency market has arrived.

After getting off the train, a hot breeze hit me.

Zhang Feng walked to the check-in area, retrieved his Tang Dao, and walked out of the station.

If one had ignored the two paper figures Zhang was testing, it would have been as if what happened yesterday had never happened.

No one in the car felt that anyone was missing.

Come to the train square.

Zhang Feng felt the bright sun above his head, and looked at the ticket sellers, sports car owners, and stall holders on the square. All kinds of shouts and whispers came from the square. The dull noise of the summer made it really uncomfortable.

I went to a small shop nearby and bought a bottle of soda that I didn’t know was genuine or fake, and drank it while walking.

"Hey buddy..." A man wearing a thin coat in the summer came to Zhang Feng and slightly opened his left shirt, "Do you want a CD?"

Zhang Feng glanced twice, looked at the game CD of "Red Alert", waved his hand and left, "No computer."

Unexpectedly, he chased a few more steps, opened the other pocket, and the garden was full of spring scenery, "Want to watch the DVD?"

"How to sell it?" A cyclist next to him was attracted.

The boss started to discuss the price with him and had no time to deal with Zhang Feng.

It's just that Zhang Feng hasn't taken two steps yet.

"Where are you going, fellow countryman?"

A strong man walked next to him and pointed to the nearby long-distance bus station with a smile.

Zhang Feng ignored him and continued walking forward.

"Where to go?" He followed Zhang Feng and asked, "It's cheap..."

Zhang Feng touched his palm to his waist, and with a crisp sound, he opened the blade a little.

The strong man who was following him suddenly stopped smiling and stopped.

It was only when Zhang Feng showed off his Tang Dao that he discovered why this man was walking with the Tang Dao on the road?

Following the Tang knife, he looked at the two delicate little figures beside the handle of the knife. Suddenly, a chill in the summer surged out of his heart. He felt that this person was a bit weird, which made people panic.

Zhang Feng took two steps, but suddenly turned around, looked at the strong man who dared not speak and said,

"Besides long-distance buses, do you have any rentals?"

..

Daqing Street.

Outside a large alley near a shantytown.

"Take your hair into braids, especially for long hair~"

Followed by shouts.

Zhang Feng got out of a taxi and looked at a craftsman near the curb.

He was currently sitting on a small stool, with a glass cabinet in front of him, with several silver necklaces and silver iron sheets hanging in it.

This is the 'silversmith' among the nine old and eighteen craftsmen.

These days they often set up stalls on the roadside.

For example, old and dull gold and silver jewelry can be given to a master silversmith, and he can help him reheat it, rinse it, and refine it into the style you like, and make it shine again.

It's just that when they melt things for people, they melt them in "small boxes" so that people can't see them, which is a bit of a cover-up.

In addition, there are a few people who have ruined the reputation of this industry. Their hands and feet are not clean. When the gold and silver melt into water, there will be a few strands left, just a little bit, which will dazzle the eyes.

There is an old saying that no matter how tired you are, you can't be as tired as a blacksmith. No matter how busy you are, you can't be as busy as a coppersmith. No matter how idle you are, you can't be as idle as a tinsmith. No matter how busy you are, you can't be as busy as a silversmith.

This flower is a flower that has many varieties and is fun to play with.

When the product comes out, the customer will definitely not believe him because he cannot see the process. He will have to weigh it and ask a few more questions, which may lead to quarrels and quarrels.

Don't talk about it now.

Even if anyone goes to a gold and silver store these days, or a big-name gold and silver store, they will inevitably quarrel over certain factors when the final product comes out.

Zhang Feng thought about it, and after he finished his business, he took two steps forward and asked: "Is this Master Xu? I am Ren Shi..."

The silversmith looked up at Zhang Feng, then lowered his head to read and pointed to the west.

Zhang Feng took a few glances and knew he had found the wrong person.

Turn around, walk past him, and walk another hundred meters to a blacksmith shop ahead.

Submit a letter ‘Xu’s Kitchen Knife’

That's right this time.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a heat wave that was far more violent than outside, like a sauna.

Zhang Feng looked towards the store. It was more than forty square meters, with cement walls and everything on display.

There is a blower, a hoe, large and small kitchen knives hanging on the wall on the left, a little closer to the right, a sharp sword, and a bow that looks like an ornament in the front left.

The boss was an old man in his sixties, lying shirtless on a couch reading a newspaper.

In addition to him, there were two apprentices working in front of the stove, shirtless and covered in sweat, as if they had been fished out of water. From time to time, they would pick up the large porcelain vat next to them and take a sip of warm boiled water.

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"This master." Zhang Feng came to the boss's side, "I was introduced by Master Cui from Renshi West Street."

"Oh?" The boss stood up and glanced at Zhang Feng a few times, "That guy is serious and hasn't forgotten me, an old man..."

As he spoke, he looked at the Tang Dao on Zhang Feng's waist, and at the two dolls that were both lifelike and scary, "Boss, what are you talking about? It's hot in the store, so don't stay too long."

Zhang Feng quickly pulled out the Tang Dao and handed it to him.

The boss took it and looked at it for a few times, then gently touched the edge of the blade with his fingers, and suddenly praised: "What a great knife! This is definitely made by a famous craftsman! But now the blade is a little tired..."

When the boss said this, he looked at Zhang Feng and said, "Has the boss used it to chop firewood? Or does he often chop the bones when killing pigs?"

"Master, can you recreate it?" Zhang Feng asked, then focused on the bow on the wall.

This bow is about 80 centimeters long. The bow body is not considered slender, nor is it thick. It gives people a just right feeling. It is very delicate and beautiful, and has a strange and unrestrained feeling.

"My skills are not good enough." The boss shook his head and told the truth, "I can only maintain and sharpen my skills."

"Just open the blade, it'll be fine." Zhang Feng walked over to the bow as if he didn't care.

"Can I see and sell this bow?"

The boss glanced at Gong, then returned his gaze to the exquisite Tang Dao, "I bought it from a businessman when I was young. If the boss wants it... um... four... um, three thousand and five yuan

Take the money."

The boss said that he was afraid that Zhang Feng would think it was expensive, so he was ready to talk about it again.

Zhang Feng didn't hear what he continued to say, but his eyes were already on the bow.

‘Item: Bow’

Type: Weapon

Note: Its bow string is made of special materials, and you need to have the current level of strength to activate it.

Current level: First level.

Strength required: 200 kilograms.

Quality: First Order, Red, Mythical.

Special effects: load.

Load capacity: Although it is a first-level item, when it is infused with spiritual energy, its bowstring can become stronger, increase the shooting power, and temporarily and perfectly carry all spiritual energy-enchanted arrows of the fourth level and below.

Special Effect: Divinity.
Chapter completed!