Yan Bing still stood there, holding two empty sword hilts at a loss...
The senior brother who was originally sleeping was also awakened by the sudden roar. He turned over and got into the yard. The first thing that caught his eye was the master kneeling on the ground, Xiao Shiwu slumped on the ground, and then
It is the millstone on the ground...
"What's wrong with this!?" Senior Brother asked Lu Liang first. Lu Liang looked at Senior Brother stupidly, then pointed at the millstone on the ground... and then pointed at Yan Bing who was standing behind the millstone.
Speechless.
The senior brother was even more confused. He hurriedly stepped forward, helped the sobbing Master, and sat on a chair nearby... and dusted off the dirt on the Master's pants.
He ran to Yan Bing again and asked, "What did you do!?"
You know, the last time Feng Chen saw his master crying so sadly was eleven years ago when he was burying all the junior sisters and junior brothers...
Yan Bing raised his hands with a wry smile on his face, revealing two empty sword hilts...for senior brother to see...
At this time, Feng Chen could only barely tell what Yan Bing was holding based on the color and jade on the sword hilt and guard...
"The broken rocks, like water, are all broken!?" The senior brother asked in disbelief.
Yan Bing nodded aggrievedly, not daring to say anything.
"How did you stop it!?" Senior Brother continued to ask.
Yan Bing nuzzled at the millstone on the ground again...
Feng Chen stepped forward and circled around the millstone, only to see two shining sword blades inserted into the millstone, emitting a dazzling light, as if showing off their pride as swords to the world for the last time...
"You are really good at playing, you..." Senior Brother sighed and gave Yan Bing a thumbs up.
At this time, the old man was still sitting on the chair sobbing. Lu Liang beside him had already stood up. He pinched the old man's chest, rubbed his back and shoulders...
"Master..." Senior Brother stepped forward and said cautiously: "Although the sword is rare... it is only a peripheral possession after all... Master, you must show your condolences..."
The old man said with runny nose and tears: "Your brothers and sisters know... we were kicked out of the mountain gate... and we only had these few swords with us... No matter how hard it is to be a teacher, no matter how difficult it is...
I was reluctant to pawn them...but now..."
The old man pointed at the millstone on the ground and then at Yan Bing. He choked up several times and shed two more lines of tears...
The two apprentices looked at each other and had no choice but to offer various kind words to each other...
Yan Bing looked at the old man who was crying so sadly. He walked lightly to the millstone with a guilty conscience, lowered his head to observe his "masterpiece", and took a look at the material of the sword body.
Seven points of pig iron, two points of wrought iron..., it seems that a small amount of other metals are also added...
He stretched out his hand and broke off the sword body. The material of this thing is a bit worse than that of fried steel. How dare you call it a sword?
After a while, Yan Bing started to think about it. With her skills, if she had the corresponding materials and tools, she should be able to easily make a much better sword than this one.
Having made up my mind, I looked up and saw that the old man was still crying...
Yan Bing became a little impatient and said, "Okay! Is this worth crying for? At worst, I'll give you two better ones!"
As soon as the old man heard this, he sat up from his chair, turned blue with anger, and said: "Now that the matter is over, the sword has been broken, and you don't say you admit your mistake or comfort me as a teacher, yet you still say such sarcastic words!
?You, do you want to make me angry to death... Oops..."
After saying that, he sat on the chair and cried again.
Yan Bing couldn't help but stand up and said, "Yes! Master! I'm wrong, I'm going to find materials for you and make two better ones for you..."
After saying that, he bowed and jumped out of the door.
The old man was still very angry at first, but he was really afraid that something would happen to his new "baby bump", so he held back a few tears and said to Feng Chen and Lu Liang: "Okay, I feel better, Master."
Come on... Stop surrounding me, hurry up and catch up, protect your junior sister, don't let her get into trouble, go quickly..."
The senior brother sighed and asked again, "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay! Go quickly!" The old man looked stubborn.
Feng Chen looked at his master, then winked at Lu Liang, and the two of them hurried out to chase their junior sister.
The old man was still breathing heavily in the yard...
I finally found a good seedling, but lost two precious swords.
Oops..., life is miserable...
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On the other side, Yan Bing had already come out of the book market and entered the jewelry street, and was asking the store where there was a blacksmith shop.
At this time, the senior brother and the fifteenth senior brother had already caught up.
Seeing Yan Bing not far away, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly approached.
"Junior sister, Master is no longer angry. Come back with us quickly..."
The senior brother said with a smile.
Yan Bing raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, then pouted and said, "That won't work..., I promised Master to give him two better ones. How can one break his word when he just said it?"
When the senior brother heard this, he scratched the back of his head and winked at Xiao Fifteen.
Xiao Fifteen curled his lips and stepped forward and said: "Stop making trouble, little junior sister, those two swords are the "Supreme Sword Mansion". It took dozens of skilled craftsmen half a year to build them. They were specially made by Master Bai.
The birthday gift given to Master on his birthday is beyond anything ordinary people can make. Master has such a temper. Don’t be angry. Just go back and admit your mistake. It will be over soon..."
When Yan Bing heard this, he laughed out loud and turned to them and said: "That piece of junk needs so many people and so many days? How dare you give it as a birthday gift? I'm afraid you will laugh to death, you two."
Senior brother, please don't delay me from doing my business. If the two senior brothers don't intend to help, please go back. I can do it by myself."
When the two heard this, they looked at each other again and exchanged glances.
Well, since I can't defeat her, let's see what this little girl plans to do... Anyway, it seems that Master has no intention of teaching martial arts these days.
After making up their mind, the two of them followed Yan Bing silently, acting as helpers and bodyguards.
Following the previous store's guidance, the three of them found a blacksmith shop. Once they entered, Yan Bing began to look around to see what materials could be used.
When the blacksmith saw that it was a little girl, he thought he was here to get some jewelry, so he hurried forward to say hello.
"Miss, is this a hairpin? Or jewelry?"
"No, I just took a look..." Yan Bing responded casually, then lowered his head and looked around again.
"Just take a look??" This was the first time the blacksmith saw someone coming to the blacksmith shop to take a look. Monk Zhang Er was confused at the moment.
The senior brother glanced sideways at Yan Bing, raised his hand to the blacksmith and said, "We would like to ask you to make a sword."
The blacksmith hurriedly returned the gift and said politely: "Sir, I don't dare to take it seriously. Just call me Niu Da."
"Brother looks older than me, so I have to call him Brother Niu."
"Oh, you're welcome. What kind of sword do you want to fight? There is a picture album in it. Come on, please sit down. Erxiao, go make a pot of tea and bring some bowls over."
The eldest brother is indeed a middle-aged veteran. With a few polite words, he quickly became acquainted with the blacksmith. After a while, he began to call him brother.
Li Bing was still checking the furnishings and materials of the iron shop.
No bellows…,
Well...the crucible is already made of ceramic...which saved me a lot of trouble.
A lot of charcoal...,
Iron ore, iron nuggets... these are all necessities.
This is...!? Coal!?
Since coal has already been used, why is the smelting level of iron only limited to this level?
Well..., it should be because of the lack of control of the blast system, coke technology and carbon content...
It is because of the lack of these three key technologies that China, which has a history of more than 3,000 years, cannot even produce steel to this day.
You must know that in her original world, during this period, the steel filling method was already used to mass-produce steel.
Seeing that he had basically all the materials he needed in front of him, Yan Bing smiled and interrupted the chat between his senior brother and the blacksmith.
"Master blacksmith, can you rent your blacksmith shop to me?"
"What!?" The blacksmith was chatting with his senior brother about which restaurant had the best dishes, when he was suddenly confused by this question.
"Rent the shop to me. I may need some raw materials. You set a price. Even if it is higher, I just don't want you to lose money." Yan Bing said with a smile on his face.
The blacksmith felt a little dizzy for a moment.
He is almost fifty today... He has seen countless jewelry, countless swords, or all kinds of weird weapon designs.
But as I grew up, this was the first time I heard that someone wanted to rent a blacksmith shop. After thinking about it for a long time, I was still puzzled, and finally decided that this guy was just here to play a trick on me.
Just when he was about to retaliate, the senior brother on the side couldn't stand it any longer and hurriedly explained with a smile: "I, a little girl, have been curious about the craft of blacksmithing since I was a child. Why don't you come over and take a look today?"
That's not enough, I want to play with it myself, but we can't win over her... Just ask for the price, she's not short of money, and you can just take your wife and kids out to go to the market, and have a few days off, right?"
After all, senior brother's years are not in vain, and his words are not as stiff as Yan Bing's.
While being tactful, he was also a lot more reasonable, and the blacksmith swallowed back the curse words that were on his lips.
He said to Yan Bing: "You should be lucky to have a brother who dotes on you so much! What's wrong with a girl's family? Playing blacksmith, so be it, for my brother's sake, I'll let you play with me in the shop.
God, there's nothing valuable in my shop anyway, just don't set the fire on me.
It just so happens that I have two days off... I will accompany the mother to visit her mother, and you will help me take care of this shop. When I come back, I will see what is missing and what is broken, and you can compensate according to the price."
The eldest brother was used to being poor. When he heard that he didn't want any money, he quickly said politely: "That's not good, Brother Niu... After all, it's a shop."
His original intention was to say a few polite words, and if the other party came back politely, the matter would be settled, saving a lot of unjust money.
Unexpectedly, Yan Bing, a stupid young man, also started to challenge him.
Yan Bing thought for a while and said, "It's really not good. Let's do it like this. I rent it for five taels a day for three days. This is twenty taels. After three days, I will refund the excess and make up for the less. How about that?"
The blacksmith was still drinking tea with his legs crossed, when he heard what? Five taels a day!?
The tea spurted out after one sip. I didn't even want the bowl anymore. I threw it on the ground and jumped up. I took the banknote with a smile on my face.
"Miss! As long as you are happy! You can rent it for as long as you want! If you have fun, you can light up this shop and it will be done!"
Then he raised his hands to the three brothers and sisters and said: "I have something to do at home! I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye!"
Then he dragged his second son and ran away, for fear that the other party would regret it.
The movements were smooth and smooth, done in one go. In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone...
Yan Bing was also stunned. Just when he was about to ask what the situation was, he saw the fifteenth senior brother looking at him with wide eyes, while the senior brother simply squatted on the ground and covered his head without saying anything.
"What, what's going on???" Yan Bing looked puzzled.
The senior brother shook his head, stood up, grabbed Yan Bing's ears, and lifted her up on her tiptoes.
"You're a loser! If you demolish this shop, you won't be able to sell it for even ten taels of silver per pound!!!"
You give me twenty taels! I used to think you were a bit of a tiger, but now it seems that you are really a tiger..."
