For Jizhou City, purchasing weapons and bullets is a simple task.

Here, the most prosperous commercial street can have three equally matched supply stores, and even a small store with all the essentials may be hidden in an unnoticed corner. The competition is very fierce.

But this does not mean that it is easy to obtain handy weapons in this era. Any outstanding blacksmith can create a sharp weapon, but not every blacksmith can learn how to carve runes.

Runes are a complex industry. Even if you learn runes from a young age, most of them can only choose one direction to refine. Those who learn medical runes cannot carve weapons, and those who learn blacksmithing runes find it difficult to refine combat runes.

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And even if you are a successor, if you want to find an outstanding and professional master of forging runes, you will not only need enough money, but also special connections.

Zhou Xinyi was heading to a blacksmith shop in the city center.

He is also a well-known judge now. Just walking on the road will make many people stop and watch. Although the judge's deeds are widely circulated in Jizhou City, most people don't know his appearance, just because of his appearance.

The temperament is awe-inspiring.

But the owner of the blacksmith shop was obviously different. As soon as Zhou Xinyi walked into the blacksmith shop, the originally lazy boss immediately stood up and saluted Zhou Xinyi, "Welcome to our shop, your honor."

In this era, there were no cameras yet, and the ways of disseminating information about people's appearance were all kinds of strange. Zhou Xinyi believed that although the blacksmith shop owner had connections, he would not be able to find out the judge's specific appearance so quickly. He would mostly rely on temperament or guesswork.

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Zhou Xinyi has had a question since he was in the town of the Zhu people at the bottom of the lake: why are some people able to recognize his identity as a judge at a glance, while others are just afraid and not sure?

After some observation, Zhou Xinyi tentatively concluded that observing one's own temperament from the perspective of others varies from person to person:

People who are cunning and guilty will feel fear when they look at him; kind and ordinary people will feel awe and security when they look at him; people who are just and powerful will feel close to him, while cruel and vicious people will feel afraid.

As for why Mr. Squidward disliked him while being close to him... I'm afraid it was a matter of personal opinion and experience, and he couldn't say for sure.

But smart people and people with perceptual talents can see through his identity at a glance.

With this summary, Zhou Xinyi probably has an understanding of the blacksmith shop owner.

"Don't be too formal, I'll buy some resources and supplies."

Zhou Xinyi placed the Wenyan Fire Gun on the boss's desk, "I need the bullets that this gun can be equipped with."

The owner of the blacksmith shop picked up the gun and observed it carefully, and boasted, "It's a rare and good gun." Then without saying anything, he lowered his head and started looking for it in the reserve.

After a while, he took out a box of silver bullets placed in a beautiful container.

"A silver bullet that matches the model and runes of this musket, one thousand kunlang... one."

Zhou Xinyi stopped holding the money, what the hell?!

He resisted the urge to ask the price again, "Is it so expensive?"

He believed that this price was real and even considered the lowest price. After all, no one would have trouble with a judge because of a few bullets unless they were crazy.

But the price... If the other party is not crazy, he will be crazy first.

The owner of the blacksmith shop also said helplessly, "Sir, after all, these bullets are equipped with runes. You know, even if you are a beginner of runes, the commission price will start at at least 500 kunlang."

That was true. Zhou Xinyi had long been mentally prepared for the price of bullets, but the actual price still far exceeded his expectations.

All the assets given to him by the Zhu clan totaled twelve Lang coins. In addition to the property sent by officials from Li Puer, he received three coins, making a total of fifteen Lang coins.

This already counts as his entire property, which amounts to 30,000 yuan in total.

The order camp also sends 650 kunlang every week. Zhou Xinyi usually chats with the residents and the proprietress here about family affairs, knowing that this is equivalent to the purchasing power of 6500 yuan in modern times, and every Saturday

One hundred and fifty kunlang is already equivalent to the income of 90% of the residents of Jizhou City.

And with this weekly salary, I can't even afford a bullet!

No wonder no one wants to use a gun... Most of the strong people among the aboriginals take missions to improve their combat power and livelihood. If they use this kind of gun to fight, the reward may not be worth the bullets.

Jiang Yi... really tricked him invisibly.

The problem is that he really loves and hates this gun. The gun is indeed the medium and long-range weapon that he is best at using, and the power of Wen Yan is definitely superior.

The top priority is to enrich his fighting strength so that he can live more safely in the light curtain. Money is an external possession, let alone money in this era. As long as he is a judge, he will always have various channels to obtain benefits.

Zhou Xinyi has made up his mind whether to use Wen Yan and whether to buy bullets. What he is currently struggling with is whether he should negotiate a price...

As a judge, as long as he is willing to lower his face and lower the price, whatever the other party says will be cheaper.

It's just that it will lose some value.

If you can't buy two magazines with all your wealth, how much more money do you need! Zhou Xinyi was heartbroken, and his frugality finally defeated his face:

"...Can the price be any cheaper?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop opposite was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Hey, I also think the price is exorbitantly expensive. No, you are the first one to come to me to buy rune bullets in so many years."

"Actually, I thought I had lost all these bullets. Let's do this. The price I got these for is 750. I'll buy you 800 kunlang each. How about that?"

Zhou Xinyi nodded movedly, "Thank you very much."

He found that his boss's attitude towards him was much more natural than at the beginning. Sure enough, the people still liked the smoky officials...

In the end, he bought eighteen bullets for fourteen thousand four hundred kunlang.

After buying it, Zhou Xinyi did not leave, "I heard that there are also bullets with special runes on them? Can you let me see them?"

The boss nodded, "Of course."

He took out several small boxes from under the table, and in each small box lay a rimmed bullet.

These bullets alone are made of different materials, some are made of gold, some are made of silver, and some are made of crystal clear crystal, shining with a sheen that "looks expensive".

It's not that the manufacturers of these bullets forcefully use expensive materials to increase their value, but that some runes can only be engraved on special materials to have a significant effect.

The boss clicked on the special silver bullet on the far left, "This one costs 160,000."

"...Okay, you don't need to continue talking."

After crossing an era, Zhou Xinyi still did not escape the constraints of poverty.

The boss laughed heartily twice.

Zhou Xinyi asked, "Does anyone really buy these things? They have completely exceeded the value of consumables."

"Well, this is not a consumable item," the blacksmith shop owner pointed to the location of the bullet, "Have you seen this rune?"

The head of the bullet was carved with a circle of something like Morse code using a small carving knife. In fact, it was runes separated by a special technique.

"If I remember correctly, this rune means copying. That is to say, as long as you fill this bullet into the magazine, this bullet can copy the same individual for you to fire."

"As long as the main body is not damaged, there will only be a time limit for bullet firing, not quantity limit."

Zhou Xinyi nodded, as if the anxiety of money was weighing on his head again.

"But of course, the shop only has the most basic types of bullets. If you are interested in this aspect, you can go to the night street to have a look."

Zhou Xinyi looked at him, "Do you know where to enter the night street?"

The owner of the blacksmith shop was a little embarrassed, "You don't want to seal it up, sir, to be honest, I still have a shop on the night street..."

After all, Night Street is an underground commercial street. When Zhou Xinyi mentioned this topic, the owner of the blacksmith shop was still a little frightened.

"Do I look like someone who checks wherever I go?" Zhou Xinyi laughed, "I heard that Night Street has always been peaceful and orderly, and people in the city also have a good impression of it. Why should I check it?"

"I'm just a judge, not an official in this field. I just came to Jizhou City for the first time. I heard about such a good place and wanted to join in the fun."

The owner of the blacksmith shop said "Hey", "How about this? Come to my place tonight and I will take you there."

Zhou Xinyi agreed.

The owner of the blacksmith shop is a smart businessman. He can see Zhou Xinyi's purchasing intention, but he is not greedy for profit.

After all, making a favor with a judge is much more important than making a little money. Even if the judge will leave Jizhou City in a while, it won't be a loss if he just does a good deed that day, right?

As for the judge going to the night streets, this is even more important.

Without leading the way, the judge still has channels to enter the night streets.

But if he leads the way, even if the judge does close down the night street, the judge will help protect his interests.

The problem is that I, as the guide, cannot be recognized by others.

So when Zhou Xinyi walked into the blacksmith shop at night, the owner of the blacksmith shop was putting masks, cloth and other things on his head, just like a thief, and he was covering his face more tightly than the Tao people on the island.

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"...Are you concerned?" I really won't seal it there.

"You don't know that you have to cover your face when entering the night street," said the blacksmith shop owner. "Although there is no danger there, this rule has been set from the beginning and no one has violated it."

He picked up a piece of cloth and said, "Mr. Judge, won't you cover your face?"

"..." Zhou Xinyi walked straight out of the blacksmith shop and walked in after a while carrying two masks.

Although the price of the mask is not cheap, it is not as valuable as a bullet. The mask is entirely solid, but the craftsman's craftsmanship allows people to see the road clearly even if they wear the mask.

The one given to the blacksmith shop owner is a yellow-faced tabby cat.
Chapter completed!