Carrying two chickens and a bag of flour, the uncle and nephew left the courtyard with the warm welcome of the thugs.
After walking a few dozen meters, Zhang Yi turned around and saw the fat Li Guaizi riding a big flower horse and running towards the castle. He couldn't wait to go to General Cao to recommend Zhang Yi.
Sooner or later, this guy will fall into his own greed.
After Zhang Yi gains the trust of General Cao, he will help Li Guaizi deal with other landlords, taking advantage of the contradictions between the villains to provoke a fight between evil and evil.
Take advantage of the situation to build momentum and greatly weaken the evil forces.
In the end, the people at the bottom must be mobilized to eliminate all the evildoers in Mopan City so that the people can live a life of freedom, equality and prosperity.
Zhang Ping'an kept laughing all the way.
The uncle and nephew returned to the hut with joy, planning to stew chicken for dinner. When they opened the dilapidated wooden door, they saw that Niu Ben had gone somewhere.
Zhang Ping'an suddenly became nervous, looked around, returned to the house and said in a panic.
"Yi'er, he won't take the money and run away, right?"
"It's impossible, uncle, Niu Ben is not that kind of person."
The money bag, snake skin and grain are all there, which is strange.
Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that Niu Ben had muttered on the way to Mopan City that his beloved Iron Fist had been sold to the blacksmith shop.
After asking for the location of the blacksmith shop, Zhang Yi asked his uncle to look after the house and hurried to find Niu Ben.
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From the north slope to the south slope, there is a blacksmith shop near the foot of the mountain.
Instead of hearing the sound of blacksmithing, I saw a group of shirtless men attacking Niubeng.
Niu Ben fought alone without any fear.
Helplessly, there were more than a dozen people on the other side, each with strong muscles and animal skin aprons hanging on their chests. They were blacksmiths at first glance. The blacksmiths punched and kicked them, and raindrops fell on Niu Ben's body. Thanks to his strong bones, otherwise he would have fallen down long ago. .
Zhang Yi shouted angrily: "Stop!"
The blacksmiths stopped and turned to stare at Zhang Yi in surprise. They were a group of burly men. Years of blacksmithing had made their arms particularly thick and difficult to mess with.
A middle-aged bald blacksmith walked up to Zhang Yi, looked down at Zhang Yi, who was a head lower than him, and said in a loud voice: "Young man, you are not from Mopan City, so stay out of other people's business."
Before Zhang Yi could speak, Niu Ben shouted: "Come at me, Tiejiang Hu, nothing will happen without my sworn brother!"
This reckless brother even had his nose bleeding, and he still spoke harshly.
"Why are you bullying people?"
Zhang Yi was surrounded by several blacksmiths, but he remained calm and looked up angrily at the bald blacksmith. This middle-aged man named Hu was obviously the head of the blacksmith shop.
Zhang Yi's momentum suppressed the blacksmiths. They couldn't figure out the reality and did not dare to act rashly.
Hu Tiejiang looked Zhang Yi up and down and said angrily.
"Someone sold us a pair of iron fists. Niu Ben wanted to take them away without giving us money. Do you think we should be beaten?"
When Niu Ben heard this, he became anxious and stamped his feet and shouted.
"Tiejiang Hu is talking nonsense. You asked for 30 golden beans when you opened your mouth. I only spent 15 golden beans to hit this pair of iron fists at that time. You just found a golden baby and want to find its mother - you will not die if you are greedy!"
Hu Tiejiang became angry and clenched his fists, a fierce battle was about to break out.
More and more people were watching, and the perpetrators began to make noises, fearing that they would not be able to fight.
It's not worth fighting over something like this. Zhang Yi stretched out his hand to stop Tiejiang Hu.
"He is my brother, and I can give him money, but you, the lion, are going too far by opening your mouth. You must be moral as a person, and you cannot make illegal money without conscience."
Niu Ben shook his head and said: "Brother Yi, what you are saying is useless. The people in Mopan City don't even know a single word, and they don't understand what is moral or immoral."
Sure enough, Zhang Yi turned around and looked around. Everyone looked at him stupidly, their eyes full of confusion and a hint of admiration.
"Youngster is unusual," Hu Tiejiang unclenched his fists and spoke more politely, "Do you think you can recognize the calligraphy written a long time ago?"
Zhang Yi nodded.
Niu Ben said proudly: "There is no word that my sworn brother doesn't know, and he can still write. He wrote the word "an Niu Ben" just like the old man!"
The people watching screamed in surprise, were envious, jealous, and started talking one after another.
"What's so great about being able to write, but you can't make a living out of it."
"The literate people don't care about us, just like the old man who just died."
"The old man said that Mopan City is a den of beasts, and he refused to write a single word to anyone."
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"Shut up, everyone!"
Hu Tiejiang shouted, then turned around to face Zhang Yi, his lips trembled, and after hesitating for a moment, he mustered up the courage to ask.
"Can you write the three characters Hu Tiejiang?"
Zhang Yi did not answer directly. He scanned the mountain city without seeing a single word. The spiritual desert was far more terrifying than a world reduced to ruins.
He thought that the nameless old man must be a cynical person. He couldn't stand these people who had no morals at all, and would rather starve to death than teach people to read.
This is extreme.
Without writing, there would be no history and no civilization.
The cultural context cannot be ruined just because people are barbaric and ignorant. On the contrary, the darker the times, the more important it is to teach people how to read and write, so as to rekindle the fire of civilization.
After thinking about it, he nodded and said: "I can write."
Tiejiang Hu said excitedly: "Write these words for me and I will use them as a sign. In this case, if you give me another 15 golden beans, I can take away the Iron Fist."
Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, 15 golden beans was still acceptable. After all, Iron Fist Hu spent money to recycle the iron fist, so he would definitely make a few.
"What a beautiful idea!" Niu Ben scratched his wild hair and shouted, "If I don't write it for you, you won't know how to write until you die. Words are the most valuable. Three words are exchanged for an iron fist. If you don't agree to pull the ball, fall."
Hu Tiejiang lowered his head and thought for a while. He worked from morning to night every day and had no shortage of money. But if he missed this opportunity, it would be like Niu Ben said, and he would die without a sign.
"Okay, let's just say this," Hu Tiejiang made up his mind, "Young man, don't lie to me. If you want to lie to me, I will beat you into a meat pie."
"Don't worry, Tiejiang Hu, you have to have a conscience." Zhang Yi said with a smile.
Since he wanted to make a sign, he asked Blacksmith Hu to find a complete thick wooden board, hold a red-hot iron bar with iron pliers, and concentrate on carving on the wooden board.
I saw a puff of green smoke rising up, Zhang Yi wrote as if he were inspired, each stroke was powerful and powerful, like a dragon or a flying phoenix, which stunned the onlookers.
Everyone exclaimed. For people in the wasteland world, words are magical, and those who can write are special people.
The three characters "Hu Tiejiang" appeared clearly on the wooden board. Zhang Yi was somewhat confident in his calligraphy.
"It's beautiful, it's so beautiful!" Niu Ben clapped his hands and praised.
The blacksmiths were also amazed, saying that these three characters were big and beautiful, and it was worth it to exchange for a pair of iron fists.
Blacksmith Hu was grinning from ear to ear. It was impossible to fake it. He had a vague impression of the character "Hu" and he knew the number. He immediately had Niuben's iron fist lifted out.
Good guy, an iron fist weighs more than 20 kilograms. It is definitely a heavy weapon. It also has long arm guards that are buckled on the arms. The joints at the wrists can rotate flexibly. I have to say that the skills of the blacksmiths are quite strong.
Niu Ben happily put on his iron fist to see who would dare to fight with him now.
One punch can kill you!
Both parties were happy and shook hands to make peace.
Tiejiang Hu even stuffed two potatoes into Zhang Yi's pocket as an extra gift. In an era of famine, when people were starving to death, this gesture was full of sincerity.
Zhang Yi was touched and inspired. The money-hungry Tiejiang Hu became so generous, which shows that people can change!
The blacksmiths brought a ladder and nailed the sign in the middle above the door.
This is the first signboard ever built in Mopan City.
Tiger spirit!
The hula-la attracted more onlookers, and the ragged people looked up at the signboard in astonishment. There was even a glimmer of light in their dull eyes. The words reminded them of the golden age that their grandparents had told about.
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At this time, a group of people came running down the mountain, led by Chu Erniang!
She put her hands on her hips, panted, and growled like a dominatrix.
"Okay, okay, I have caught you two. Let's see where you two run. Brothers, kill these two little lambs!"
The people watching the excitement quickly dispersed to the side, and there was going to be a bloody battle.