My guess was correct. This gray-faced man was indeed a country mouse. He also accidentally discovered a tomb, and then asked two companions to dig holes on the spot. However, the three of them had limited abilities and could only dig three or four times.
In the cave, only one bucket was dug out, and apart from a coffin, there were only a few burial objects inside. The jewelry box was already the most valuable among them.
The man hesitated for a while and then offered me a price of 20,000 yuan.
I couldn't help but feel a little sick, but I readily agreed. After all, the key to doing things like reverse fighting is to do as you please.
"Twenty thousand yuan is fine, but this news can only be told to my family!" I said.
The man patted his chest and promised that he would never sell out. I thought that this guy had a simple face and would not talk nonsense.
I took two thousand yuan out of it and gave it to the man, which I regarded as a deposit. As for the rest, I have to wait until I go there tomorrow night and see the tomb with my own eyes before I can pay it all. After all, it's not my first day out here.
"Okay, see you tomorrow night!" The man accepted the deposit and said with a slight smile.
I nodded, then sent the man away, and kept the remaining 10,000 yuan.
"Stand by and be blind, kill people and set fires to make ends meet. If you do it for a while, maybe you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life." I was eager to try it, but then I thought about how I was alone now. This job seemed a bit difficult to do.
I said to myself: "It's a pity that the bird man in Zhou Xiaoshe is not here. It seems that I can only rely on myself. Time is a bit tight, so I have to prepare some things."
I decided to go it alone, and I didn’t plan to tell Wang Wanwan. That guy was a miser. If I wanted him to know that I was going to fight, I would have to call a large team of people over. At that time, there would probably be no one.
What happened to me?
A few minutes later, I made an excuse, saying that I had a stomachache and needed to buy some medicine. After taking a leave from Wang Wanwan, I immediately went straight to the nearby market.
There are not many things I want to buy, but the most important thing is that I need to make a new Luoyang shovel. Without this thing, the bucket will not be able to be poured...
It's a pity that Guangzhou City is so prosperous. I searched around the market, but I couldn't find a place that could help me make iron. As for other things like candles, ropes, jacks, etc., I bought them all quickly.
.
Seeing that there was no blacksmith in the market, I had no choice but to ask older passers-by to see if there were any blacksmith shops or workshops nearby.
After asking more than a dozen people and giving away several packs of cigarettes, it finally paid off. I learned from an old man that there really was an old blacksmith nearby, but he had retired, but this was considered
The only high-end talent nearby who knows how to blacksmith.
Unfortunately, society is progressing too fast now. The craftsmanship left by our ancestors are almost invisible now, especially in prosperous cities like Guangshi, which are all factories and machines. As for the crafts that pay more attention to technology and experience, they have almost disappeared.
Although, it is good luck for me to find an old blacksmith.
Under that person's guidance, I quickly rushed to the old blacksmith's house.
Lao Tie's house is in tatters. As soon as he entered, it was dark inside. There were many bottles and cans piled inside the house. At first glance, it didn't look like a blacksmith at all. Instead, he looked like a rag collector.
place.
I found an old man in the house who was counting bottles. The old man was probably in his early seventies. He was stooped and so thin that he looked malnourished. He was not as muscular as I imagined a blacksmith would be.
The images are very different.
I asked from behind: "Excuse me, are you a blacksmith?"
The old man lowered his head, without even looking at me, and shook his head: "It used to be, but it's not now."
"Uncle, has he changed careers?"
"If you don't change your career, are you waiting to starve to death?" The old man suddenly raised his head, his face full of vicissitudes of life, and glared: "Who is still forging iron these days? After decades of hard work, in the end the money I earned from forging is not enough for me to buy a coffin.
"
"It's a pity that these are all the craftsmanship of our ancestors."
"Hey, that's what I thought at the beginning. It's the craftsmanship of our ancestors and can't be thrown away casually. Guess what happens next?" The old man suddenly became interested.
"What's wrong?"
"I almost starved to death on the street, but in the end I survived by picking up bottles..."
I was speechless for a while!
Indeed, there are too many machines in factories now, and there is no market for traditional blacksmithing. How many iron tools can you make in a hard day? A machine in other factories can make what you can produce in a month in one day. The two of them are simply impossible.
Compare.
But one thing is that what a real blacksmith can produce is definitely not comparable to factory machines. This is why I want to find a blacksmith.
Seeing that the old man didn't think much of me, and looking at how old he was, I couldn't help but wonder: Can this old man really do it? His waist is so stooped, can he still hit the iron?"
I was suspicious, so the old man looked around me and said, "Boy, what do you want to do here? Say it quickly, don't waste my time."
I said, "Of course I'm looking for you to make iron, but I don't know if you can still make it?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly. He held a bottle and said: "It's a joke, why don't you just hit it with iron? How else can it be done?"
I thought that I couldn't find any blacksmiths around here. This was already a remote place, and any further search would be a waste of time. I would simply be a dead horse, so I took out the money from my pocket and said to the old man:
"Old man, I won't let you work in vain. As long as you can help me forge iron, these will be regarded as your wages."
The old man didn't even look at the money, and said: "Boy, in the past ten years, you are the first person to come to me for blacksmithing. Today I will show you what craftsmanship is!"
The old man seemed a little angry and immediately pulled me into his backyard.
In the backyard filled with various bottles, the old man lifted up a black cloth. Under the black cloth, I saw a three-legged copper stove and a dusty table. The table was filled with various blacksmithing tools: stone
Hammers, grindstones, and pliers are all available...
Looking at the old man's familiar appearance, I was shocked and couldn't help but said: "Sure enough, the uncle is still my uncle. He is a professional at first sight."
The old man raised his head and said with a glint in his eyes: "I'm not bragging, this set of things is passed down from my ancestors, but it's a pity that it will be lost in my generation. Little guy, it's rare for you to take the initiative to come and look for me. Today I will
Let you experience the craftsmanship left by our ancestors and see who is better, the iron man, or those dumb machines."
The old man seemed a little angry. He took off his shirt, revealing his upper body, which was so thin that the bones could be seen. He tied the clothes around his waist, and then lit a fire, poured water, and put iron in the traditional way...
The old man, who just now seemed a bit hunchbacked and aged, lit the fire. When he picked up the hammer and pliers in one hand, I saw that he suddenly became particularly energetic, with bright eyes, as if he was doing something.
An extremely sacred thing.
I couldn't help but feel moved when I saw it, and my mind was filled with admiration.
I know that in the eyes of outsiders, blacksmithing is not something they can appreciate at all, but for the old man, this is a long-awaited honor...