As Lu Ping talked, Wei An finally understood how terrifying Yanjiabao was.
Yanjiabao is famous in this northwest frontier land, occupying a large amount of fertile land, minerals and other resources, and even has a small rough stone mine that can continuously mine rough stones.
Great wealth!
Yanjiabao was rich and supported many ruthless thugs, many of whom were powerful and qualified warriors.
That's not all.
The Yan family is a wealthy family, with hundreds of members alone. They have been practicing martial arts since they were young, and there are many talented people. All the children in the family have martial arts skills.
It can be said that the Yan family crushes other people whether it is money or force.
"Local snake!"
"Emperor of earth!"
From Lu Ping's narration, Wei An felt the common people's deep fear of Yanjiabao, an almost unforgettable fear, and everyone was afraid of it like a tiger.
Wei An took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask: "Who is the strongest in Yanjiabao?"
Lu Ping replied without hesitation: "Of course it is the castle master Yan Feihu. I heard that he is nearly sixty years old, but he is still lively and energetic. He is more brave than young people. He has many wives and concubines around him, and he gives birth to several children every year."
Hearing this, another muscular man at the table, Wang Quan, laughed and interjected: "I heard that Yan Feihu married one hundred and eight wives, all of them as beautiful as flowers, and there were several beauties together every night.
Waiting for him to sleep, alas, it was such a good life!"
When everyone else here heard this, they were all filled with envy and thinking.
"Yan Feihu has many women, and his sons also have many women. His sons are younger than his grandsons."
"That family is powerful, hey, they can have as many women as they want."
"Oh, I don't ask for much, I just want a woman to warm my bed."
This world is like this. Some people are prosperous and wealthy, and can marry many, many wives, but there are also people who are poor, such as blacksmiths, who are over thirty or even forty, but are still single.
Wei An was speechless. He actually wanted to ask how strong Yan Feihu was and what level of warrior he was, not how many wives and concubines Yan Feihu had.
But as soon as everyone mentioned Yan Feihu, they all started talking about women, and the topic immediately went sideways.
After lunch, Wei An caught up with Lu Ping and asked, "What level of warrior is Yan Feihu?"
"How many grades?"
Lu Ping shook his head and said, "I don't know. Anyway, he is very powerful and can kill a tiger with one punch."
Wei An asked again: "Then do you know Yan Xingkong?"
Lu Ping thought for a while and replied: "I have heard of this name. It seems to be the grandson of Yan Feihu, but I can't tell for sure. There are many sons and grandsons of Yan Feihu. Who can remember clearly."
His words were vague and he seemed to know only so much.
Wei An understood, sighed, and said to himself: "I didn't expect Yanjiabao to be so terrifying!"
If a person can predict the future and learn about the tragedies that will happen in the future, he will naturally find ways to change his own destiny, and even change the destiny of this blacksmith shop.
However, facing a behemoth like Yanjiabao, how easy is it to change your destiny?
It’s so hard to reach heaven!
Fortunately, there are still seven years before Yan Xingkong massacres Zhang Ji's blacksmith shop.
In seven years, everything will hopefully change.
"Become stronger! I must become stronger as soon as possible."
Wei An rubbed his sore arms, feeling weak, but there was a hint of perseverance deep in his pupils.
"Uncle Lu, are there any warriors in our Dafeng town?" Wei An asked seemingly casually.
"have!"
Lu Ping's answer did not disappoint Wei An, "There is a master living in the south of the town. He is quite famous. His name is... Wan Yunhe."
He thought for a while and continued: "Well, I heard that this Wan Yunhe is the successor of Hunyuan Iron Body Kung Fu. He traveled through the world and killed many people when he was young. When he was old, he retired from the world and opened a small shop in his home.
Martial Arts School, accepting apprentices and teaching martial arts, many children in the town followed him to learn martial arts."
"Wanyunhe!"
Wei An remembered this name deeply.
afternoon.
Wei An did not continue to blow the bellows, but instead taught Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy so that he could relax a little and relieve his aching arms.
Zhang Mingzhu is very well-behaved, not willful, and does not lose her temper.
And Wei An is a true calligraphy master with superb skills. Zhang Mingzhu can digest just a few things from him for several days.
Zhang Mingzhu studied diligently and did not cause trouble, and Wei An also had an easy time.
"Well, I still have 10 low-grade rough stones, and I can still simulate them once. What should I simulate?"
Wei An looked around.
After his wife's blood loss, he became much more cautious.
"Is Mr. Zhang here?"
Suddenly, a loud voice came through the door, the voice was so loud that all the blacksmiths turned their heads.
Wei An also looked up and saw a tall young man coming to the door of the blacksmith shop. He was 1.8 meters tall, with muscles all over his body and prominent cheekbones. He was wearing a short game uniform.
"I am Zhang Sanqiao, who is your honor?"
Zhang Sanqiao heard the sound and stepped forward to greet him, with a smile on his face and his hands in hand.
"Oh, my Excellency Song Qingsong, on the orders of his master Wan Yunhe, came here to order twenty wooden dummies." The strong young man also cupped his hands and said with a smile.
"Ordering twenty wooden dummies is easy!" Zhang Sanqiao beamed. His blacksmith shop can forge anything. He has made wooden dummies before and has experience.
Song Qingsong nodded and asked: "How much is the deposit?"
Zhang Sanqiao immediately reported the number, and Song Qingsong didn't say anything more and directly paid the deposit.
Afterwards, Song Qingsong made a few additional requests, then turned and left.
"Not bad, not bad, I took another big order."
Zhang Sanqiao walked back to the forging room, with a happy face, and waved to the four guys: "Wang Laosan, Wang Laowu, Liu Dali, and Lao Hu, you four, come over here."
The four guys who were named rushed over in a hurry.
As expected, Zhang Sanqiao gave this big order to four of them. Counting Zhang Sanqiao himself, there were five people to make twenty wooden dummies, each making four.
"According to previous experience, if everything goes well, a wooden mannequin can be made in three or four days. We will try to complete it within half a month. What do you think?" Zhang Sanqiao asked in a consultative tone.
"no problem."
The four guys had no objections.
Wei An looked at this scene and an idea came to his mind.
Day by day passes...
Wei An's life is very regular. In the morning, he helps Lu Ping, blowing the bellows, hammering rough iron, etc. In the afternoon, he teaches Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy, which can be regarded as a combination of work and rest.
As the workload continued to increase, his appetite also became much larger. After his body gradually adapted, he became more and more energetic.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
All twenty wooden dummies were made,
This wooden mannequin is made of wood, with key parts covered with iron sheets and equipped with hands and feet that can be moved flexibly.
Wei An played with it by himself and gently moved the pile hand. The pile hand immediately rotated and struck. It was okay to play with one pile hand, but if he used his hands and feet at the same time, it would immediately become a rush and he would be beaten if he didn't pay attention.
The seemingly simple wooden dummy is actually a fusion of attack methods, techniques, footwork, and legwork.
"The wooden dummy can train the strength of the contact parts of the hands and legs, the overall mobility of the whole body, and the flexibility of the footwork." Wei Anxin understood clearly.