Arriving at Fengyuan City, Jiang Siming fell into the city.
The sword that belonged to the female disciple of the Emei Sect before was too feminine. Jiang Siming didn't like it, so he didn't take it with him.
However, people in the world of martial arts are too hopeless without a sword, so Jiang Siming found a blacksmith shop and asked the blacksmith to make him a sword that he could use.
The type of sword should be made according to the style of the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Swords like the Jing Salamander cannot be made by ordinary blacksmiths. The Eight-sided Han Sword is very good. Moreover, this is the Yuan Dynasty, and the Han Sword came from the Han Dynasty and has been around for a long time.
Jiang Siming casually threw ten taels of silver to the blacksmith as a deposit. The blacksmith was overjoyed.
In the Yuan Dynasty, an ordinary sword cost only two taels of silver, and a better sword only cost six or seven taels.
During the Yuan Dynasty, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was equivalent to 600 yuan. A sword could be bought for more than 1,000 yuan, and the better ones were only about 5,000 yuan.
Jiang Siming paid a deposit of 10 taels, which is 6,000 yuan.
This blacksmith master can earn two to three thousand a month, how can he not be happy?
"Young hero, you are so generous, and I can't fool you at will. I was lucky enough to get a small piece of black iron back then, and I kept it in my house as a treasure for my shop. Today, I will give this black iron to you."
Xia builds the best sword."
The blacksmith was very sincere and Jiang Siming agreed with a smile.
Although it doesn't matter what sword he uses, who would think that his own equipment is better?
After agreeing on a time, Jiang Siming started wandering around the city.
The economy of the Yuan Dynasty was actually relatively prosperous, with close business exchanges, and the construction of the Grand Canal, which allowed the Yuan Dynasty's goods to be exported to other countries.
Moreover, this is the Yuan Dynasty in the novel, and many places are not as rigorous and boring as real history.
Anyway, Jiang Siming walked around and visited the ancient business circle.
Tea houses, restaurants, archways, gambling houses, etc.
When Jiang Siming saw the word "Gambling House", he immediately had an idea. He just didn't know where to make money, so it would be a good idea to go gambling.
This gambling house is quite big, with hundreds of people squandering their belongings inside.
There were all men inside, some were all smiles when they won money, and some were all red-faced after losing.
Jiang Siming laughed and shook his head. How could these ancient men know the shady secrets of casinos?
An hour later, when Jiang Siming came out again, he was carrying hundreds of thousands of taels of silver notes.
The casino was completely wiped out by him, and the banker closed down, otherwise Jiang Siming could still stay there for a while.
As soon as he came out, Jiang Siming found that there were several people with good skills following him.
Without even thinking about it, it must be someone from the casino.
After winning so much money, it's strange that the casino can give up.
But Jiang Siming didn't care at all. He found that the money in the casino was quite easy to make. When the time comes, the banknotes he won would be exchanged for gold at the bank, and he would make huge profits.
Jiang Siming found a restaurant and asked for a seat by the window. He checked the time and realized he had to wake up in half a day, otherwise Yoona would be worried when she woke up.
"What would you like, sir?" the waiter asked.
"Serve the best wine and food in your store." Jiang Siming said and put a silver coin on the table.
When the waiter saw the same expression as a modern urbanite like Principal Wang, he immediately took away the money and went to serve Jiang Siming.
The food served in the restaurant was very fast, and within a short time Jiang Siming's table was full of food.
They are all made of pork, mutton, venison, wolf meat, etc., but there is no beef.
In ancient times, cattle were a very important arable land resource. If anyone dared to eat cattle, the government would be beheaded.
Although they are all greasy meat dishes, the chef's cooking tastes pretty good and is a bit appetizing.
Much better than what the bandits at the Feilang Gang's cottage did.
Drinking wine and eating meat, the life of an ancient chivalrous man did not have its own flavor.
It was now dinner time, and there were more and more people in the restaurant.
Soon the restaurant was full of business and there was not even a single table available.
Most of the people who can come to the restaurant to eat are people from all walks of life, and almost everyone who comes carries weapons, either knives or swords.
Also, walking in this chaotic world without weapons is too dangerous.
At this time, another group of people walked into the restaurant, all wearing sapphire Taoist robes, and they were all young men.
The leader is a fair-faced boy, but his face has the potential to be a wretched villain.
This pretty boy is accompanied by a simple and honest man.
When they came up, they saw that there were no seats available, and these people saw that Jiang Siming was the only one at the table.
The leader of the pretty boys came over and clasped his fists at Jiang Siming: "Brother, I'm hungry after a long day's journey, and I have no place in this restaurant. Can I sit with my brothers? We are all from the world, can you do it?"
convenient?"
"It's not convenient. People are looking for other restaurants. There is more than one restaurant in this city." Jiang Siming replied without raising his head.
"Brother, this is so unkind. We just want to sit together, not to eat and drink together. You are not satisfied with this request, and you are too unwilling to give me Wudang Song Qingshu."
The pretty boy said that he even announced his family name just to make Jiang Siming scared.
He felt unhappy when he saw Jiang Siming, who was so much more handsome than him, and seeing that he didn't bring any weapons, Song Qingshu thought he was just a kid from a rich family ordering so many dishes.
"So you are Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao's son." Jiang Siming did not expect to meet another well-known figure in Yitian here.
The hypocrite Song Qingshu betrayed his master by deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.
For the character Song Qingshu, Jiang Siming only thought that his name was well chosen, but the name really didn't match the person he was.
Maybe it was because he was the only direct descendant of Wudang Mountain, and he was spoiled by his father and uncles since he was a child.
"It would be nice to know me, Xiongtai. So, why not make it easier for me to make Xiongtai my friend." Song Qingshu said proudly, holding his head high.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to meet a useless friend like you." Jiang Siming was indifferent.
Song Qingshu was furious: "Who do you think is a waste!"
"Isn't it you? You are the direct disciple of the Wudang Sect, and your martial arts skills are not even third-rate. You said you have a master like Master Zhang, but you are still so weak. What are you if you are not a waste?"
Jiang Siming took a sip of old wine and continued: "I'm sorry, I'm not targeting you. I just want to say that the youngest generation in Wudang... are all trash."
Jiang Siming fired this map and offended everyone in the Wudang Sect.
Song Qingshu drew his sword and pointed it at Jiang Siming, saying: "Since you are arrogant, then I want to see what kind of role you are!"
Having said that, Song Qingshu didn't care that this was a restaurant, raised his sword and charged towards Jiang Siming. Other Wudang disciples also rushed forward, except for the honest and honest man.
The people in the restaurant left quickly, fearing that Chi Yu would be harmed.