In early spring, the water in the Chunfeng River has risen a lot. In fact, the Chunfeng River will not freeze even in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
The reason why Yinren Village originally chose to build a village on the east bank of the river was because after the mountains were closed in the cold winter, the villagers could still rely on the various fish and shrimps in the river to make a living.
The ancestors of Chunfeng Town and Tianhe Town also had the same idea.
It's just that these villages and towns took root in Luoye County a hundred years ago. These two villages and towns are adjacent to Luoye City, located in the central area of Luoye County, in the middle reaches of the Chunfeng River. Yinren Village is further to the southwest, located in the lower reaches of the Chunfeng River, adjacent to Wanli
Lin Hai.
The east bank of the Chunfeng River was already covered with sheds. Merchants from all over Luoye County had set up their own stalls.
"My little brother has good eyesight. This hematite is a specialty of our Hongyan Town. It yields twice as much iron as ordinary iron stones and has good flexibility. It is particularly suitable for forging blades and swords. The finished edge is red and is suitable for matching the internal energy of fire.
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The salesman in the shed saw the young man in front of him holding a piece of hematite and looking at it. The clothes didn't look like the poor master, so he added: "If you like it, sir, it's cheaper. Each piece is only five taels of silver."
The young man weighed the hematite in his hand. It was about the size of an adult's fist and weighed about ten kilograms. Even if the hematite had a high iron yield, ten kilograms of hematite would only yield four kilograms of refined iron.
Not counting the labor cost, four kilograms of fine iron is worth four taels of silver. This salesman sells it for five taels, which is obviously a "bully" by the young man.
"Brother, do you only sell hematite or other raw materials?" the boy asked.
When the salesman saw the young man put down the hematite in his hand, he was annoyed that he had quoted a high price. When he saw the other person asking, he hurriedly replied:
"This time I rushed to the grand competition. Most of the items I brought with me are the specialties of Hongyan Town, but there are quite a lot of varieties. Can you tell me what you want? Let me see if I have any."
The young man smiled shyly and said: "Three thousand irons."
The salesman looked at the young man with a puzzled face and asked, "What? What the hell?"
The young man waved his hand, picked up the piece of hematite again, and said, "Nothing, since you don't have anything, this, two taels? Do you want to sell it?"
The salesman looked distressed and shouted: "Ouch! We don't even have enough travel expenses!"
Finally, the young man paid three taels of silver and came out of the shed, holding the hematite in his hand.
The young man was playing with the hematite in his hand while secretly cursing "profiteers".
This person was Yi Xifeng, who had participated in the first day of the martial arts competition during the day.
However, what the fair boy did not expect was that the salesman who sent him away with a sad face would drop the door panel of his stall and leave his stall in a hurry not long after he left.
"Mr. Shui, the following spies are here to report that in front of a cup of tea, there is a young man inquiring about the sale of three thousand irons."
A short, fat middle-aged man dressed as a businessman was bending down to report to a tall, thin middle-aged man.
"Young man? Well, let's send someone to keep an eye on it and see if there is any connection with the blacksmith of Yinren Village?"
The tall, thin middle-aged man paused and asked again: "Have you received any reply from the people led by Feng'er?"
The merchant bowed and replied: "The young master sent someone to report that there should be an armed force called the Mountain Patrol Team in Yinren Village. However, the specific personnel and strength have not yet been determined. And there is..."
The short and fat merchant paused for a moment, then continued: "The leader of this team should be a chivalrous man with a chivalrous name."
The middle-aged man named Shui narrowed his eyes slightly and said sternly:
"Should? Huh! Send a message to Feng'er and make sure to find out the details of this person. It's rare that a small village like Yinren Village actually has warriors with chivalrous abilities. We have to play with them." As he spoke, the middle-aged man named Shui showed his lips.
A touch of playfulness.
Yi Xifeng didn't know that his unintentional bargaining would involve investigations from many parties.
At this time, the young man was walking around the gathering on the bank of the Spring Breeze River with a contented look on his face. He wanted to forge a handy weapon for himself. Although a wooden sword was easier to transmit inner energy than an ordinary iron sword, it was not a long-term solution.
From now on, you can't fight with the enemy. Suddenly your wooden sword breaks, and then say to the opponent: "Brother, wait a minute, I will change the weapon..."
The main reason why Yi Xifeng still uses wooden swords is to exercise his inner strength control ability.
A fair young man knows what he has and what he wants. This is why he has far stronger self-discipline than his peers, which also makes his behavior more purposeful.
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng subconsciously touched the chain vest under his gown and the wine gourd holding Suxin wine around his waist.
These things are what he relies on to compete with all the great people in this world, but he feels that his biggest support is not these.
In the crowd, the villagers of Yinren Village came and went, rubbing shoulders. No one noticed that a young man with a wine gourd hanging around his waist was moving around in the crowd, and he actually practiced walking!
Just like his hard training day and night for the past three years, just like the weight he never left his body for the past three years, just like the figure in white waving the sword again and again in the snow in the Maple Leaf Forest three years ago, just like the figure in Maple Leaf Forest three years ago in one breath
An alcoholic kid who drank eighteen gulps of liquor.
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In the corner where no one can see, there is a shed. There are three people standing on the roof of the shed. One of them is wearing a light white one-piece hood and exquisite leather armor. He is a member of the mountain patrol team.
"Is this the little guy that the captain asked me to pay more attention to?" one of the men wearing a Hawkeye mask asked.
Another man leaning on a tree branch responded: "That's right."
"What is he doing?" The masked man looked at the thin figure who was constantly moving and changing in the crowd in confusion.
"He's practicing."
The person who answered him was the mountain patrol member. From the sound of his voice, this mountain patrol member should be quite old, almost middle-aged.
"Is it necessary to be so diligent?" the masked man said disdainfully.
The middle-aged mountain patrol member said: "You don't know him. I was ordered to pay attention to him three years ago. He has always been like this!"
The masked man exchanged glances with the man leaning on the tree branch, unable to conceal his shock.
The man leaning on the branch of the tree paused and said, "I have seen many diligent people. But this is the first time I have seen someone with such a character and perseverance at this age."
"Yes, I was more shocked than you when I first saw him. He was only five years old at that time. But I was still shocked. I still don't want to spend time on this little kid. It's what the captain said.
, that made me think I could take this job and pay more attention to him." The middle-aged mountain patrol member said with a smile.
The man leaning on a tree branch straightened up unconsciously and asked, "What did the captain say?"
"A strong man is like a man who never gives up day and night!" the middle-aged mountain patrol member replied firmly.
The two people subconsciously turned their eyes to the thin figure moving among the crowd, but this time there was no longer surprise and disdain in their eyes, instead, they were filled with praise and admiration.
And it is this kind of persistence day and night that is Yi Xifeng’s biggest reliance since his rebirth!
Just a few words. Some book friends asked about time travel novels. Shouldn’t the protagonist bring his own buffs? Regarding this issue, as an author, I have seriously thought about it. Bringing your own buffs, bringing your own cheats, or the villain’s IQ is often not online. These are indeed possible.
It makes the Internet interesting. If some plots of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers are added, I believe it will be more popular. Just like many anti-war dramas nowadays, the elders in my family eat "hand-pulled Japanese" dishes. However, I think these
Things don’t really taste good when they look like them. Just like instant noodles, they never taste as good as they smell. This book will be a long novel. The first half a million words is just the first volume, just the beginning. It is the general environment in which the protagonist lives and grows.
Introduction. I also don’t like people who abuse the protagonist, but I don’t want to get involved in the drama of acquiring the best skill in the world without brains. Generally speaking, the protagonist is not the most powerful group of people in the growth stage.
But it’s not the same. Just like each of us, what we have to defeat is ourselves. The protagonist will be stronger and surpass himself day by day. This is enough. I also wish everyone to go out less during the epidemic and pay attention to their health. Next week