The appearance of the middle-aged man gradually silenced the noisy blacksmith shop, leaving only the sound of the burning stove in the yard.
His arms were thick and strong, and you could tell at a glance that they had been forged all his life. He took Xie Changyuan's broken sword with one hand, looked at the gap and weighed it carefully, then touched it with his hand, his eyes showing admiration.
"What a sword." He couldn't help but say.
Immediately, he looked at Xie Changyuan.
"This little brother, can you tell me the name of the person who forged the sword?"
"No." Xie Changyuan shook his head.
Ou Yefeng is famous all over the world, but the old man doesn't like to be famous. Naturally, Xie Changyuan will not reveal his name to avoid unnecessary trouble.
And he's here to strike, and he doesn't want to talk nonsense.
Seeing that Xie Changyuan didn't give him any face, the middle-aged man didn't say anything. He thought for a moment and said.
"The man who made the sword is very skilled. I don't think I have the ability to restore this broken sword. It's not just me. Even if you find all the blacksmiths within a radius of 700 miles, you still don't have the ability."
"Okay." Xie Changyuan was about to take his sword and leave.
The middle-aged man waved his hand quickly.
"Wait a minute, although I can't restore it, I can make you an exact one according to the style. I can give you half the price, but this broken sword belongs to me, okay?"
His words were sincere, and he obviously wanted to keep the broken sword and study it carefully, hoping to make further progress in forging weapons.
When Xie Changyuan heard this, he thought that a broken sword was not of much value. Although it was made by Ou Yefeng, he had broken four or five of them over the years, so it was just a consumable item and could be left to them.
No problem.
He asked, "How does the one you built compare to this one?"
The middle-aged man said honestly, "I dare not reach it, but I can catch up to half of it."
Xie Changyuan replied without hesitation, "Then you give me three swords, I will pay for one sword, and the broken sword will be yours."
"make a deal!"
The transaction between the gentlemen was straightforward. Although the middle-aged man seemed to have made a very loss-making transaction, only he knew the value. Even if he exchanged three giant swords for this half, he felt it was worth it, but he opened the door.
When doing business, you still need money for the sword.
So, they discussed the price and set the time to pick up the sword seven days later. Xie Changyuan left the broken sword here, turned around and walked out of the Jufeng. The street was still bustling with people and all kinds of passers-by.
Xie Changyuan let out a long sigh and thought to himself, he had to find a way to make some money.
.....
It wasn't until Xie Changyuan stepped out of the Jufeng that he remembered that he didn't have any money with him at all.
In the past, Xie Changyuan became a general in the Qin Dynasty, and was appointed as a vanguard officer during many expeditions. He also had his own mansion in Xianyang City, which was quite wealthy. However, the problem was that he had no money at all when he went out this time.
Bring money.
Originally, he planned to recover Xie Changling and return to the north immediately, but until the girl in the white dress appeared and some words forced him to continue south, he had no time to think about money issues.
We just discussed that three heavy swords count as one price. One heavy sword requires four hundred kilograms of pig iron, plus labor costs, it will cost six taels of silver. Six taels of silver is not a lot of money, it is enough for an average person to eat and clothe for half a year.
The cost is nothing to Xie Changyuan, but the problem is that he can't even come up with six taels of silver.
There is really no money!
Xie Changyuan shook his head. He looked at the bustling crowd and thought, even if he searched all the people in this street, he might not be able to find six taels of silver. After all, this place is really too poor.
And he had to come up with this money in seven days to pick up the things from the blacksmith shop. It was estimated that such a small place would not give him credit.
Xie Changyuan took out the jade pendant used to contact Zixia and asked if there was any way to airdrop some silver to him, but Zixia simply ignored Xie Changyuan after knowing it. Who would open the teleportation array again for six taels of silver? Are you full?
Just like that, Xie Changyuan reluctantly put away the jade pendant and simply squatted on the street, watching the flow of people coming and going, thinking about how to make money.
Even if you find a temporary job, what kind of job can earn you six taels of silver in seven days? Robbery on the road? Or follow the example of those kids who deceive people into a deserted place and then take the money away? No way.
, so wicked.
Xie Changyuan shook his head as he thought. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out a solution. He squatted from afternoon to night, and from night to early morning the next day.
At this time, the sun gradually rose, the sunlight shone into Tucheng, and there was still morning fog on the streets.
Because it was very early, there were only one or two scattered stalls selling breakfast on both sides of the street, and they didn't need to shout. People who needed it would naturally come and ask for a seat to eat.
Xie Changyuan squatted on the spot with a haggard look on his face, and there were faint red bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He had thought about countless ways to make money overnight, but he denied them all.
To make quick money, you have to break the law. If you don't break the law, you can't make money. He has also thought about whether to go hunting in the mountains and exchange animal skins for some money. But in a place like this, how much is the animal skin worth? Here
The mountainous terrain was only haunted by wild wolves and foxes at most, but there were no tigers that could sell their bones or big black bears that could sell their bile. He had never seen any trace of these two creatures in the forest before.
The more Xie Changyuan thought about it, the more confused he became. He didn't expect that this tall man, who was eight feet tall, would actually worry about six taels of silver. But a penny really stumped the heroic man.
"If I had known earlier, I would have bargained with the boss and exchanged one broken sword for three good ones." Xie Changyuan regretted.
Suddenly, Xie Changyuan touched his stomach and seemed to be a little hungry again.
In the past ten days, he had only eaten one meal, which was grass carp caught from the pond, which he had already digested. Moreover, there were stalls selling breakfast on the street, and the smell made his stomach feel strong.
After thinking about it, he got up and walked to a steamed bun stall, and discussed with the middle-aged man running the stall whether he could buy two steamed buns on credit from him, but was rejected ruthlessly in the end.
Later, he ran to the soup noodle stall next door, and the result was the same.
People in Tucheng are all engaged in small business and do not accept credit!
Xie Changyuan smiled bitterly and thought that he might as well leave the city and go to the mountains to catch some game.
Just as he was about to start, he glanced forward inadvertently. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw a big red-faced man sitting at a stall at the end of the street.
"This is fate." Xie Changyuan curled his lips.
This red-faced man was the businessman who stopped him when he entered the city yesterday. He probably got up early in the morning and went to the Yamen to order Mao, and had breakfast on the roadside by the way.
Xie Changyuan walked over with a smile on his face and came straight to the red-faced man.
The red-faced man was snarling, and suddenly he felt a dark cloud shrouding him. He looked up and saw a tall man with one eye and one arm looking at him with a smile.
"What?" The red-faced man looked confused.
Then, a fist as big as a casserole fell on his face.