Perhaps the Kaiping year name continued the fortune of Beiliang. Time passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth year of Kaiping.

The aristocratic families on this land are prospering and dying, and Beiliang is like an old man in his twilight years, always breathing a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was out of concern, or the reason for shooting the first bird out of the gun. Before he had enough strength, no aristocratic family was willing to take the blame for treason and reached out to the Beiliang royal family.

In that case, you will stand on the opposite side of the aristocratic families in the world and will definitely be attacked by groups.

In recent years, the aristocratic families have become increasingly fierce, and the royal family seems to be forgotten by everyone.

The Beiliang royal family could only work hard to manage their own acre of three parts of the land, and Liangzhou became a rare and stable place in the world.

However, in Liangzhou, there are many eyewitnesses from various forces. It may be the boss of a certain wine shop, a fruit dealer on the roadside, or a minister close to the emperor.

There is a village not far from the front line in the south of Luoqing Mountain.

There are many families living in the village. Because the village is very close to the official road, there are often front-line defenders for handover. There are also many tourists and monks who often rest in the village.

Therefore, there are many wine shops and hotels in the village, and most villagers make a living by this.

It's winter in a blink of an eye.

Shi Ming was picking up firewood in the mountains not far from the village.

Although I am thin, fortunately it is only early winter now, and the snow in the mountains is not very thick.

Shi Ming can still pick up a lot of firewood every day. In addition to satisfying the needs of the house, the rest can also be sold to the shopkeeper of the wine shop to exchange some sake and cooked food for Uncle San.

Shi Ming's third uncle is the only blacksmith in the village.

This iron shop was opened by a mute old man in the village. Ten years ago, Uncle Shi Mingsan carried him to the village and said that he had worked as a blacksmith for many years. Because of a change in his hometown, he came to find a place to eat.

The villagers were cautious about San Uncle and Shi Ming at first, but they still allowed the two to stay.

Over time, they got along well with the old man, and Uncle San was very skilled in iron-smashing skills, so everyone slowly dispelled their doubts.

Within two years, the old mute man passed away, and the shop was taken over by Uncle San.

In addition to forging daily utensils for the people in the village, San Uncle also created some weapons such as swords.

Those monks and monks from the world often visit the shop and buy two good knives. Even the defenders on the mountain will buy swords from here.

In addition to picking up firewood in the mountains, Shi Ming could also pick up some coal from time to time.

Although the quantity is not large, it can also make the stove at home burn more vigorously.

Luoqingshan is rich in resources, and there are several coal mines not far from the village, but they are all abandoned.

The winter in Luoqingshan is always dark early, and before you know it, it is almost dusk.

The light and shadows in the mountains and forests are intertwined, and the snow in the mountains and forests is filled with a faint golden light.

Shi Ming looked at the sky in the west and sighed a long sigh, bringing out a long fog.

Shi Ming likes the mysterious starry sky, and at this time he always feels a faint sadness. Shi Ming once remembered that the husband in the village said that this feeling is melancholy, and these two words are very complicated. I remembered it many times before I remember it.

Coincidentally, Mr. Shi Ming, who taught him, came to this village about ten years ago.

Mr. Kong's surname is Kong and has a tall figure. Although Mr. Wang never mentioned his age, Shi Ming looked at Mr. Kong's blue and white hair and guessed that he should be about fifty years old.

Mr. Kong had a Jizhou accent, and Shi Ming found it quite interesting to hear it. Over time, he learned the Jizhou accent.

Mr. Kong is a bookkeeper in a tavern in the village. The owner of the tavern trusts Mr. Kong very much. On weekdays, Mr. Kong plays the tavern.

Point out of daily life.

Shi Ming always felt that Mr. Kong was unfathomable because Mr. Kong often sat in the winery and held a book, and he kept saying some obscure words from time to time, and sometimes he would shake his head and look quite strange.

Although Mr. Kong is a little old and still looks like a scholar, he is not the old and weak scholar mentioned in the book.

Shi Ming had seen a few times when the waiter was making trouble in the store. When the waiter was kind and persuaded him to be useless, Mr. Kong would walk into the kitchen silently and then rush out with a rolling pin.

No one of the guests who caused trouble could hold on to a rolling pin.

Shi Ming thought of what Mr. said before rituals, which was probably what he meant.

But Mr. Kong never taught people to fight and kill, but opened a bookstore in a tavern to teach young children in the village to read and read.

However, the villagers do not think that studying is of any use, and it is more practical to ask the children to help their families with more work.

However, many children in the village ran to Mr. Kong's bookstore, not to study, but to take a break.

Uncle San would drink in the evening every time, and whenever Uncle San got drunk, his face turned gloomy and terrible, which made Shi Ming feel scared.

Shi Ming always comes to Mr. Kong every evening.

Mr. Kong would take out a plate of peanuts for the children to eat, and usually tell some interesting historical stories, but most of the time it was obscure words and stories that Shi Ming had half understood.

Shi Ming always felt that he was not called Ming when he was a child. Uncle San told him that his name was taken from the ancient Tang poem "The moon is Ming in the hometown", but where is his hometown? Uncle San never said it.

When Mr. Kong talked about this poem, he said that he was missing his brothers, and Shi Ming argued with Mr. Kong for a long time.

However, Shi Ming thought that Uncle Third was ranked third, and he must have two uncles, so where is his father? Uncle Third never answered him.

Shi Ming shook the basket behind him, and half of the coal was filled with it.

Shi Ming looked at the dimmering sky and was about to go down the mountain, but there were many coal blocks half exposed on the snow in the distance. Shi Ming was happy and hurried over to pick it up.

Before he knew it, Shi Ming had already walked a long way.

Shi Ming looked up at the surrounding environment. Although he was still in the mountains and forests, it was still a little different from the familiar environment before.

Shi Ming has never been to this place.

Although Luo Qingshan is very large, no one in the village dares to go too deep. First, the forest is too big, and you will get lost if you are not careful. Second, there are too many ferocious beasts, poisonous insects and other things in the forest.

Shi Ming subconsciously scratched the back of his head and thought to himself that something was wrong: This place has never been here before.

But there were a lot of coal scattered on the ground, and Shi Ming shook the basket behind him, which was much heavier than before.

Shi Ming thought to himself: I can fill my backpack by picking up more. Although this place has never been around, it is not too far from the village. Mr. Kong said that wealth and honor are sought in danger. Uncle San should not blame him when he sees so many coals.

Shi Ming strengthened his confidence and walked deeper.

Not long after, when Shi Ming was picking up, he suddenly felt the wrist guard on his right wrist vibrate slightly, and Shi Ming was quite surprised.

Taking off the thick animal hide gloves, Shi Ming thrust his sleeves hard and exposed the wrist guard on his right arm.

Shi Ming touched it gently, and felt a chill on his fingertips, but his arms were not as cool as the slightest.

Shi Ming felt the slight vibration from his fingertips, which was definitely not caused by the cold.

This wrist guard was obtained by Shi Ming by chance.

Two months ago, Shi Ming accidentally picked up a stone while picking up firewood in the mountains. The stone was only the size of a pigeon egg and was made of gray and silver.

Shi Ming thought it was a ingot of silver, and almost lost his head

But when I took it, there was no heavy feeling at all. I felt like nothing was in my hand.

But the stone buzzed and buzzed, with a crisp sound of hitting metal.

Shi Ming gave it to his third uncle, and his third uncle didn't know what this stone was.

Uncle San threw the stone into the crucible without hesitation. He knew whether it was melted.

The stone gradually melted into a form similar to mercury. What's strange is that the color has not changed at all, and it is still a dark gray color, with no impurities precipitation, and no color changes due to the high temperature of the stove.

Uncle San melted several times before and after, and was sure that this thing was a metal.

Moreover, the texture is extremely hard after cooling. Uncle San sighed that this thing was too small, otherwise he would have to be cast into a good sword.

In the end, Uncle San made a small wrist guard, which was used as a playground for Shi Ming.

Although Shi Ming was surprised, he didn't care. He shook his wrist and prepared to pick up a few more pieces and go home.

Shi Ming continued to move forward five or six steps, and his wrist guards vibrated more and more intensely.

Shi Ming was stunned and slightly surprised.

Looking at the rocks and weeds in front of him blocking his view, Shi Ming paused. Something must have caused the wrist guard to be strange, but his subconscious told him that going home was the right choice.

Shi Ming hesitated for a moment, but driven by curiosity, he bypassed the gravel weeds in front.

The scene ahead made Shi Ming slightly stunned.

In front of me, there was a vast white open space. The open space was not very big, about half a mile, but there was not even a weed on the open space, and it was bare.

In this dense forest of Luo Qingshan, it looks strange and unusual.

Shi Ming looked around and found that the open space was very regular in shape, almost round, with a very flat surface, and a circle of raised bulges in the center, which looked very much like a lake in winter.

But Shi Ming had the illusion that this was an ant nest.

But there are no such big ants in the world, otherwise the people in the village would have been eaten up long ago, Shi Ming thought to himself. He straightened his waist with a little soreness. Shi Ming took off the basket behind him and leaned gently beside the tree.

Shi Ming walked to the edge of the open space within a few steps and leaned over to pierce the snow on the open space. It was not ice below, but brown land.

Shi Ming turned around and found a branch, poked left and right in front, and slowly walked towards the raised area.

Shi Ming walked to the center of the open space in a moment. Looking at the mound of soil half a meter high in front of him, Shi Ming took two steps forward.

Standing on the mound, Shi Ming felt more and more like an ant nest in the yard, with a bulge in the middle, and only a circle around was a tall mound.

However, the depression is in the ground and there are no holes or other places.

Shi Ming poked the branch for a long time before jumping in.

At this time, the wrist guards had already shocked Shi Ming's arm a little numb. Shi Ming couldn't help but think of this feeling when he knocked the big gong in the village before.

Shi Ming used the branches to pluck the snow and soil in the pit. Soon, Shi Ming poked a hard object, and after digging it out of the soil, his wrist guard stopped trembling like exhausted.

Shi Ming slapped off the soil on the hard stone with his hand. Its shape and size are very similar to flattened rice dumplings. The texture of the stone is very similar to the iron ingots in the casting workshop.

"Whoever hides iron in this place and makes it mysterious and mysterious, it's so boring." Shi Ming murmured in his heart.

But for some reason, the color was a little hard to see clearly. Shi Ming subconsciously raised it to the sky, but saw a high moon. Shi Ming felt a sank and thought it was not good. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Damn."

"I will definitely be scolded when I go back." Shi Ming thought that Mr. Kong said it was a vulgar word, so it would be better to say less.

Shi Ming dug out three similar iron blocks, picked them up and ran to the place where the backpack was placed.
Chapter completed!