Li Xu felt the coldness and softness in his palms, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart. He instinctively wanted to throw away the girl's hand and say something like "men and women are not intimate," but he felt the girl's tears in his palm.
There was no reason for her heart to soften, so she had no choice but to gently hold the girl's hand in her palm as if holding a piece of precious jade.
Tao Kuotao thought that Li Xu seemed to have suddenly enlightened and was not shaking his hand away, and a sweet feeling filled his heart. He raised his face and said with a smile: "The coppersmith came to Su Chuo's department eighteen years ago."
, Aunt Xilin had just turned thirteen at that time..."
The coppersmith's surname is Wang, and he is good at making iron. Almost all of Su Chuobu's good knives are from his hands, as well as other fine objects, such as copper for decoration on men and women, silver bells, and copper mirrors for women to dress.
, are also made by coppersmiths as top quality. No one knows where the coppersmiths come from in the Central Plains. The story told by Tao Kuotosi is the same as the rumors in the tribe. They say that the coppersmiths once traveled across most of the grassland because they saw
Only after meeting Xilin, the most beautiful woman in the Su Chui tribe, did she stop wandering.
After listening to Tao Kuo's introduction, Li Xu recalled what Xu Dayan once asked him before Uncle Jiu left: "A person who walks alone across the grassland will stop for the first woman he sees."
Do you believe this story?"
Li Xu remembered his original answer: "Impossible!" A man's purpose in this world is to do something earth-shattering. Almost every man in the Central Plains has been taught this kind of "cultivation of one's morality and family integrity" since the first word he knew.
The education of "governing the country and bringing peace to the world". The two "ambitious" young men relied on themselves and others and determined that the coppersmith did not stay in the wilderness for a woman.
Then, he must have stayed in Su Chuobu for other purposes. Xu Dayan's analysis was for Aunt Qing. Li Xu agreed with his opinion, but reminded his good friend not to pursue other people's secrets too much.
"Well, you have a good heart!" Xu Dayan sneered a few times and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, Aunt Qing is not the daughter of an emperor. The Chen family in Jiangnan, the emperor surrendered and still thought the Sui Dynasty gave him
The official is young. When a princess marries me and then his son, how can there be such a conscientious and backbone person?" (Note 3)
In Xu Dayan's mind, since he is a nobleman of an aristocratic family and usually enjoys many more benefits than the common people, he must bear more responsibilities for the country in times of crisis. The behavior of the Chen family will only make the aristocratic family feel ashamed, no matter who they are.
No matter how well the poem is written or how beautiful the music score is, it cannot conceal the lowliness of his ability and the weakness of his behavior.
As for Aunt Qing, the people who originally sent her to Turks to seek help in the form of marriage have now become officials in the Sui Dynasty. Presumably everyone has forgotten the past events during the national crisis. Since the parties involved have chosen to forget, why should outsiders reveal this?
Puzzle. The only person who has not forgotten his oath is the coppersmith surnamed Wang. He decided to protect a person more than 20 years ago and has been protecting him to this day without any regrets.
The coppersmith's home is easy to find. Among the entire tribe, other homes are made of felt bags, whether for people to live in or to protect pregnant animals from the wind. Only his workshop is built with stones. Li Xu and Tao Kuo
Tuosi walked towards the small stone house with smoke and fire for a while, and soon arrived at the door of the coppersmith's house.
Xilin, the coppersmith's wife, went to take care of the livestock with her children, so there was no one in the felt bags. Tao Kuotou was not afraid of life, and took Li Xu directly into the stone workshop. As soon as they entered the door, the two of them
Tears immediately came out from the smell inside. Shepherds are used to using horse urine to quench ironware. These days are when coppersmiths are busy, so the smell inside the workshop is also very "friendly".
Several guests were already waiting in the workshop. When they saw Li Xu and Tao Kuotosi, the herdsmen came forward to say hello. In the past few days, Li Xu was given power by the holy wolf and bit an enemy warrior to death with his teeth, scaring him away.
The story of the six scouts has long been spread among the tribe. In order to boost the morale of the herdsmen, Elder Etuo also specially instructed Aslan to exaggerate the ferocity of Li Xu's bite to death by three points. Everyone spread the word ten, ten
There are hundreds of rumors, and the more they spread, the more false they are. Up to now, the credit for safely escaping from the attack of twenty-eight enemy scouts is no longer due to Xu Dayan's proper dispatching, and the bravery of Aslan, Duer and others, but to the unknown.
Unconsciously, it quietly returned to Li Xu's head.
In the last battle, the tribe gained a lot. Almost every warrior who accompanied the army was given one or several captured scimitars. The fine iron used for weapons on the grassland is very valuable, and a good scimitar can cost as much as
As good as a colt. When the shepherds got the enemy's weapons, they rushed to the coppersmith to modify them according to their own habits. They might increase or reduce the weight of the weapon, or make patterns on the blade and handle. Anyway, it was not carved by the hands of the coppersmith.
After a while, no matter how sharp the captured weapons were, everyone was still worried about using them.
"More energy, haven't you eaten anything this morning?" The coppersmith, who was focused on his craft, didn't even see the arrival of the Holy Wolf Guards and the patriarch's daughter. He whispered to the shepherd who was wielding a sledgehammer. The small iron in his hand
The hammer didn't stop, and with a clanging sound, it smashed the scimitar on the chopping board, sending out a stream of sparks.
The reddish knife blank slowly deformed under the alternating action of the sledgehammer and the small hammer. The arc began to become larger, and the convex edges on the side of the knife became more distinct. Several black lines like rut marks gradually began to appear on the reddish knife body.
It came out, and slowly spread to all directions with the intensity of the blow. It dimmed, gathered, gathered, dimmed, and slowly turned into floating clouds, jumping on the red flames.
"Okay!" the coppersmith shouted, added the scimitar with iron tongs, roasted it on the fire for a while, and then soaked the red blade directly in the horse's urine.
"Bah!" The pungent smell rose up with the smoke, and everyone was so smoked that they burst into tears, but no one was willing to go out for a while. A pair of intoxicated eyes slowly moved down along with the coppersmith's movements,
It fell straight on the scimitar that had just been taken out of the horse's urine. The tempered scimitar was black with blue in it, and the color was strange. The floating clouds that once jumped on the red blade turned into silver-gray, and condensed in clusters.
Between the blade and the back, as the scimitar moves, it seems to be drifting slowly.
"Take it and sharpen it!" There was a bit of pride in the coppersmith's voice. The owner of the scimitar, who was holding the handle of the sledgehammer and gasping for breath, immediately cheered and picked up the scimitar from the iron pliers with both hands.
Yu Wen was so hot that he grinned, but refused to let go, screaming and rushing into the snow outside.
"Senior, senior!" Li Xu stepped forward and shouted hesitantly. He himself couldn't figure out how to address this strange man in front of him. It would be too abrupt to call him master at first. Call him directly like other members of the tribe.
The name is not in line with the etiquette of the Central Plains people.
"Help me swing the sledgehammer!" the coppersmith ordered without raising his head. This is the rule in his workshop. No matter who comes to ask him to make something, whether it is a sword or an ax or a bronze mirror for women, he must make it for him.
He swung the sledgehammer for several hours. He explained in the words of a coppersmith that you don't know how to cherish things you don't do. Only by understanding the craftsman's mood can you cherish the finished product in your hands. When using it, people and the utensils are in harmony.
Li Xu didn't know this weird rule of the coppersmith. He was used to doing housework at home, and the requests of his elders were orders. At this moment, he listened to the coppersmith's order to swing the hammer and instinctively held the hammer handle in his hand.
The coppersmith picked up a piece of red-hot iron from the flames and lightly smashed it with a small hammer. "Ding!"
"Cang!" Li Xu swung the sledge hammer and accurately landed the hammer head at the point where the small hammer left. The stubborn iron sparks splashed by gravity and stretched forward with a neighing sound.
"Good hand strength!" the coppersmith praised in Turkic language, and the small hammer continued to fall. Li Xu followed the rhythm of his movements and swung the sledgehammer like a wind.
Tao Kuo Tuosi originally wanted to intervene, telling the coppersmith that he and Li Xu had come to learn the art under the orders of Aunt Qing. When the words came to his lips, he changed his mind when he saw Li Xu's serious look.
He found a leather cushion and sat down with great interest, resting his chin with his hands as he watched Li Xu swinging the hammer for the coppersmith.
The coppersmith walked all over the grassland alone until he met Aunt Xilin. This is a legend known to the entire Suchu tribe. Although everyone has never seen the coppersmith fight with anyone, he can be alone.
A person who crosses the grassland must have good skills. Otherwise, the wolves, horse thieves and snowstorms on the road would have sent his bones and dregs into the belly of the vulture.
Under the illumination of the fire, Li Xu's slightly coppery face looked particularly determined. The muscular shoulders and the undulating chest were all pleasing to Tao Kuo's eyes. The young man in Su Chuan's department was also very strong.
, there are many people who are as tall and bulky as Li Xu. According to tribal rules, women can choose men's tents at the age of thirteen. Since last summer, they have begun to give gifts to Tao Kuo and surround her horses.
Singing and whistling. But in the eyes of the girl, none of these people's faces can be separated from the intoxicating luster, perseverance, fierceness, and sometimes a bit of confusion.
"Ding!" The coppersmith threw the hammer aside, picked up the second semi-finished product with iron pliers and threw it into the fire. For half an hour, he did not let the young man in front of him stop once. And this young man was actually hard.
After holding on, although his breathing gradually became heavier, he did not secretly lower the height of the hammer like others did.
"Have you ever forged iron before?" The coppersmith stared at the blade in the flames and asked calmly.
"No!" Li Xu only answered one word. The fatigue of his muscles and bones made him feel a little more relaxed, the heavy pressure behind him became slightly lighter, and the acuity of his consciousness was greatly reduced. He didn't notice the coppersmith's question at all.
He spoke in Chinese and instinctively responded in the same language.
None of the Xi tribe herders in the workshop could understand the Chinese spoken by the two, and they did not care that the coppersmith and Fuli spoke their own ethnic language. One of them had lived in the tribe for eighteen years, and the other had just joined the tribe.
After making great achievements, no matter what weird behavior they have, it is regarded as normal. Moreover, both of them are from the Central Plains, and every shepherd can understand this kind of friendly feeling when meeting people from their hometown. (To be continued)
