On a new day, Wutong Town is full of people and lively.
Because of a hailstorm, too many houses collapsed, and they were unable to rebuild their homes. Some people built houses, and some dug rivers, and dug more channels for irrigation and water storage.
In the town, there was constant shouting.
Outside the town, the work was also in full swing.
They are all villagers. After finishing their farm work in the fields, they went to open up wasteland.
We are all starving! The more fields we cultivate, the more food we can harvest.
in this way,
Even if there is a calamity year, we will not have enough to eat.
In a word, the whole Wutong Town is full of energy.
It was originally a remote and desolate place, but a few days ago it was in ruins, but now it is green again, and the sycamore trees that had their leaves stripped have sprouted new leaves.
"Are you sure that rain was caused by begging?"
"It's absolutely true, it's a boy named Zhao Zilong."
"I heard that he is also a child prodigy, studying literature and martial arts."
Most of the people in the village were working conscientiously in clearing up wasteland and farming. They were unaware that there were two or three people hiding in the ravine, a bald man, a young man holding a knife, and the third one was a fat man, as black as coke, with a fierce look.
"That one is Zhao Zilong. Blacksmith Zhao picked it up from the forest." The young man holding the knife said and pointed in one direction.
Over there, Zhao Yun was swinging his hoe vigorously.
Dad's hands are disabled and he can't make iron or do farm work.
Since he does such things as farming, he only wants a good harvest.
"Prodigy." The bald man touched his chin and smiled with a fierce light.
"His martial arts skills are extraordinary. It was he who knocked down the seventh and eighth old men, tied them to a pillar, and was beaten to death by ice lumps." Fatty Black also added.
"Call someone! Defeat Wutong Town in one fell swoop." The young man holding the knife said.
"It's very urgent." The bald man smiled faintly, "The drought has just passed. I can't grab three walnuts and two dates. It won't be too late to come back during the autumn harvest."
Um?
When the three of them were whispering, Zhao Yun, who was plowing the field, glanced in this direction subconsciously, feeling that someone was peeping in the dark, and there was a cool breeze blowing.
Unfortunately, the distance is too far
, can’t see clearly.
When I looked around, the three robbers had already sneaked away.
This time, I’m just here to check it out.
Wait until the autumn harvest and then harvest food.
"Zilong, it's time to eat."
In the distance, a call came.
She is the granddaughter of an old scholar, Wan Xin.
Along with her, there were many village women who were busy under a sycamore tree. There were more than a dozen large pots cooking vegetable and rice porridge.
The vegetables are all wild vegetables dug in the fields.
Rice! I borrowed it from rich people.
Let’s support each other and tide over the difficulties together!
They have a clear division of labor: farmers clear up wasteland and cultivate the land, while the old, weak, women and children are responsible for cooking.
Although life is poor, the scene in the fields is very warm.
The main thing is that the fire of hope has been ignited and everyone has beautiful longings in their hearts.
evening.
In the afternoon.
Zhao Yun carried the hoe and walked all the way home.
After a day's work, he was still full of energy. The group of strong men looked at him and sighed. They all knew that this kid had extraordinary strength. But now he saw that it was true. Even they were very tired, but this guy seemed to be fine.
"You are really a weirdo." Wanxin, the colleague, smiled.
"Sister, does the old gentleman still have a book hidden?" Zhao Yun asked.
"They've all moved to your house, where are the books?"
"I remember that there was a copy of "Qing Ping Mei"."
Mr. Zhao is not familiar with world affairs, but he is as down-to-earth as ever.
In fact, he was not very interested in that strange book because the half-immortal wanted to read it and would nag him from time to time, tricking him into looking for the book at the old scholar's house.
"No."
Wan Xin blushed and took a few steps quickly.
You can't chat with this kid. It's not appropriate to chat with him. According to grandpa, it's an insult to gentleness.
Speaking of grandpa, she rubbed her eyebrows more than once.
Return the "Plum in the Green Ping" that I received. Why do you always keep it in mind?
"Did I say the wrong thing again?"
Looking at Wan Xin walking away, Zhao Yun scratched his little head.
All in all, I still couldn't find the book. When the half-immortal saw him, he would be nagging again.
This night, there was a visitor in the Zhao family courtyard. ??
The official Wang is still carrying half a bag of grain. Who can tell this little brother that he has a big appetite? The harvest has not yet come, and most likely he will not have enough to eat.
"I'll pay you back later." Zhao Yun smiled.
"What else? You saved my life."
The junior officer smiled, he was a good boy who knew how to repay his kindness.
As he spoke, he took out a small baggage from his arms, opened it carefully, and smiled mysteriously, "My father asked me to bring you a good item."
The so-called good object is a blue iron lump, as big as a baby's fist, and irregular in shape.
It is very strange, reflecting the starlight, it actually shines and shines.
"This is Qinghong Steel?" Before Zhao Yun could speak, Blacksmith Zhao was surprised.
He is a blacksmith, and he knows metal well. He can tell which one is third-rate and which one is the best material at a glance.
And this Qinghong Steel is the best of the best, extremely rare.
Unexpectedly, there is something like this outside Yuan Wang. It is much more precious than meteorite sand.
"I can't accept this." Zhao Yun pushed back, knowing that he recognized Qinghong Steel.
"You have developed good martial arts skills, use them to make weapons."
Wang Xiaoguan pushed it back again, then turned around and ran away.
When Zhao Yun chased him out of the house, the little fat man had disappeared.
make.
Say it makes you make it.
After the meal, Zhao Yun lit the stove and his eyes sparkled.
Qinghong steel! Use it to make weapons, which must be very powerful.
The clang of metal colliding soon sounded, but it was Zhao Yun who was forging the iron, and the old blacksmith became the forger because one of his hands was disabled.
It doesn’t matter,
Wazi has learned his true story so well that he can make weapons.
"Sword, sword, sword."
Zhao Yun hammered one after another, shouting and smashing at the same time.
He had roughly calculated that the Qinghong Steel sent by Wang Xiaoguan, combined with some iron materials, could make a sword. He had already thought of a name, so he called it Qinghong.
Zheng!
Three to five days later, the sound of swords could be heard in the courtyard.
The sword was made. For this reason, Zhao Yun was lazy and did not go to farm. He stayed at home all day long. In addition to eating, he was forging iron. Look at his little face, which was already black and black.
"Wind and Cloud Sword Technique."
Zhao Yun raised his sword and took a step forward, regardless of fatigue, he danced for a while.
His swordsmanship was so exquisite that the old blacksmith was dazzled by the sight. Even Coach Lin, who opened the door and came in, raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He taught this kid his martial arts skills step by step, but he didn't teach him his sword skills!
It's not that he doesn't teach it, but that he, as a master, has never learned any swordsmanship.
"Disciple, let's learn from each other." Coach Lin said with a smile.
"Okay." Zhao Yunjian picked up the dragon pattern spear and threw it towards Coach Lin.
Buzz!
Coach Lin took the shot steadily and showed off the Lin family's marksmanship.
One master, one apprentice, one spear and one sword, it's all about taking advantage of the situation.
The old blacksmith was a spectator, and his heart was twitching. He was afraid that Coach Lin might not pay attention and poke a bloody hole in the baby's body.
Apart from being worried, he was even more shocked.
Coach Lin had extraordinary martial arts skills and was a skilled thug. Against his Zilong, he could not get even half an advantage. There were a few times when he was even beaten and knocked back.
"What a martial arts genius!"
Even more shocked was Coach Lin.
He also didn't know the swordsmanship that Zhao Yun had learned.
All I know is that this swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and even more powerful than the Lin family spear.
Moves, only appearance, what is truly valuable is the state of mind during the war.
It's obvious that this kid is perfect.
If you practice more, you will definitely become a martial arts master.