The girl hugged the book in front of her chest with her arms as if she was afraid of being snatched away by others.
"Well, I took this copy with me when I left. You can ask Mr. Yang to copy another copy."
"I won't bother you Mr. Yang, I've written it all down here." Tiejiang Feng smiled sheepishly and pointed to the position of his heart.
The girl smiled and said: "Tiejiang Feng, you are so cunning."
Tiejiang Feng's face straightened and he looked serious.
"Thank you to the girl for thinking highly of me and giving me this opportunity to make such fine iron. I swear that I will follow the girl for the rest of my life. I will do whatever the girl asks me to do. Without the girl's consent, even if it is
I will not pass it on to my descendants."
"Blacksmith Feng is serious. This craft can still be passed down from family to family, otherwise my lady wouldn't have given you that letter. But you have to research better refined iron."
"Thank you very much, Miss. I, Old Feng, can't repay you for your great kindness."
As he spoke, Tiejiang Feng knelt down on the ground and kept kowtowing to the girl.
The girl quickly ran away.
"Tiejiang Feng, what are you doing? It doesn't have to be like this."
Blacksmith Feng said with a sincere face: "Girl, you don't know that for a craftsman, leaving thousands of hectares of fertile land to his descendants is not as good as just one skill."
"Okay, okay, I understand, you should get up first."
The girl also stopped smiling and helped Blacksmith Feng up.
"But just in case, I'd better ask Mr. Yang to make another copy of this booklet."
Tiejiang Feng nodded in agreement.
"Also, I want to try this sword."
"No problem. Come in."
Blacksmith Feng shouted towards the door.
Four more people walked in from the door, each holding several swords in their hands.
"You, you. You two, help Miss Li test this sword."
As he spoke, he took the sword from the girl's hand and handed it to one of them.
The two of them didn't say much, they opened their stances, and the swords in their hands struck together.
After a few moments, the single knife in the other man's hand turned into a saw.
"Stop! Change to another one."
Blacksmith Feng quickly stopped the two of them. If the swords cut each other again, the knife would be broken into two pieces, and the tip of the upper half of the knife might fly somewhere. This was indoors, so it was easy to hurt people.
After breaking several ordinary swords one after another, Blacksmith Feng looked at the girl.
"continue!"
The girl kept staring at the field and gave instructions without blinking.
"continue!"
Tiejiang Feng greeted with some distress.
Finally, all the ordinary swords were lost. And the long sword was broken into two pieces. The tip of the sword and the blade of more than half a foot were stuck in a wall.
"good!"
Seeing that the sword was finally broken, the girl clapped her hands and cheered.
Feng Tiejiang's mouth twitched and he looked at the girl with some confusion.
Not only him, but also several people present suspected that the girl was too tired from the journey and began to talk nonsense.
"The sword is good for piercing, but not good for cutting. It's pretty good to be able to do this. By the way, are there any finished products?"
Looking at the expressions of these people in the ancestral hall, the girl probably knew what they were thinking and explained.
"Yes! There is also a knife."
At this time, the young man who was now Saburo came back. When Uncle Zhang saw him, he quickly said to the two of them: "Miss Li, it's getting late. The meal is ready. Let's finish the meal first and then take a good rest."
, we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.”
Blacksmith Feng and several of his apprentices persuaded him with some embarrassment.
Together, everyone took the girl surnamed Li to a courtyard not far from the ancestral hall. Although the courtyard was not big, the house was obviously better and cleaner than other houses in the village. Several village women were still working in the kitchen.
The floor was tidied, the lamps were lit in the main room, the door was open, and food was placed on the table in the room.
Uncle Zhang led several people into the courtyard gate and said, "Miss Li, go to bed early. I'll take my leave first."
"That's good. I'll just listen to Uncle Zhang's arrangements."
After everyone left, the girl walked into the house. She put the knife given by Blacksmith Feng on the table and started eating. She could still hear Uncle Zhang's instructions in her ears.
"Sanlang, ask your mother and the others to take good care of Miss Li. You go and clean the girl's horse and prepare good water and fodder. Then find Zhu Zhu and the others and watch Miss Li at night."
The door creaked open, and a middle-aged coachman wearing a bamboo hat walked in.
The girl was immersed in eating. When she heard the sound, she just raised her head and then lowered her head and continued to eat. She was talking vaguely.
"Uncle Zhou, let's eat together. The food they cook is delicious."
The coachman glanced fondly at the girl who was struggling with the food on the table and smiled.
"I've already eaten, you can eat."
As he spoke, he casually took off the hat on his head and placed it on the table.
"I just walked around the village. Miss Xiu'er, you are running this place well."
The girl finally put down her chopsticks, took out her handkerchief, and wiped her mouth.
"It's nothing. The villagers here are simple and honest. If you are good to them, they will repay you twice as much. Moreover, the method given by the lady is also very useful. I am just doing things for the lady."
"Needless to say, this requires your hard work."
As he said that, the middle-aged man saw the knife on the table. He weighed it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This knife is two fingers wide, with a slender blade, a thick back, and a shimmering blade. The entire knife is modeled after the Huanshou knife. The middle-aged man stretched out a finger, flattened the blade, and placed it lightly on his finger.
Go up. The knife swayed, swinging up and down like a scale, but it didn't fall down. Then he grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and made a few false cuts, then he held a sword in his hand and held the sword finger in his left hand, with the palm of his hand facing up.
Put the back of your finger on the blade and stroke it from the mouth to the tip of the blade. Your eyes also follow the movement of your fingers.
"Yes, a good knife!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh in admiration and couldn't put it down.
"If there had been something like this back then, I could have cut off a dozen more heads. If my brothers had had something like this, maybe a few more people could have survived."
At the end, the middle-aged man sounded a little lonely.
The girl knew that this coachman in the family was named Zhou. Because he was the sixth eldest child in the family, he was named Saturday in the family. He was originally a soldier under Shen Changkun, but Shen Changkun changed his name to Zhou Lu. After the Battle of Jinpiguan, he had no intention of continuing in the army.
After serving in the middle school, he joined the sect of the Marquis of Jibei and took care of some things in the fiefdom for the Shen family. A few months ago, he was persuaded by himself to follow me to do some things for the young lady.
"Uncle Zhou, do you think of those robes of yours again?"
The girl comforted Zhou Lu softly. She knew that the battle at Jinpiguan was an eternal pain in Zhou Lu's heart.
Zhou Lu shook his head and let out a sigh of relief.
"It's nothing, you should go to bed early."
After saying that, Zhou Lu turned around and left the room.
The next day, Li Xiuer was awakened by the sound in the yard.
She was still awake and squinted one eye and looked out the window. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Then she grabbed the quilt and put it over her head. She kept humming, and there were signs on the quilt.
There was an outline that was twisting like a big maggot, and it twisted for a while before stopping.
After a while, Li Xiuer sat up with her messy hair on her head. She opened her eyes somewhat sleepily, breathed out reluctantly, stretched out, and exposed the two hair wrapped around her long white neck.
Thin belt, as well as exquisite collarbone and two round...
Shoulders!
After washing up, Li Xiuer changed back into women's clothes and walked out of the room. Holding a large bowl, she squatted under the eaves in an imageless manner, swiping it into her mouth while looking at the scene in the courtyard.
In the yard, several teenagers such as Sanlang and Zhuzi were practicing boxing in accordance with Zhou Lu's slogans, and they were serious and serious. Zhou Lu walked back and forth among the people, broke a branch from somewhere, and pointed out a few people from time to time.
action.
"I wonder what plans the girl has for today?"
When Li Xiuer returned the bowls and chopsticks and came out again, Uncle Zhang had already walked in.
"Let's go to Blacksmith Feng first, and we'll talk about the rest later."
"Okay, then I will accompany the girl for a walk."
The blacksmith shop is not in this small village, but outside the village near the river.
As soon as you enter the blacksmith shop, the most eye-catching thing is a huge skin bag. The skin bag is hung on the beam, and one end is connected to a water wheel with a connecting rod. As the water wheel rotates, the connecting rod keeps pushing the skin bag back and forth.
The other end is connected to the iron-making furnace by a pipe. The skin bag is expanding and contracting. A large amount of wind is blown into the furnace, and the fire in the furnace emits a dazzling light.
Blacksmith Feng was instructing several apprentices to make farm tools such as hoes and sickles. One of the apprentices with sharp eyes saw Li Xiuer and Uncle Zhang approaching and quickly signaled.
Blacksmith Feng turned around and saw the two of them. He asked his apprentices to continue working, then he came out to greet them and saluted them quickly.
"Miss Li, village chief. What can I do?"
"Blacksmith Feng, I want to verify the contents of this booklet. In addition, you can make the fine iron yourself and make it according to the size and shape in the picture."
With that said, Li Xiuer took out a drawing from her small bag and handed it to Blacksmith Feng.
Blacksmith Feng took it and looked at the drawing.
"This is not difficult. However, it will take a few days to type something out. Do you want to wait here, girl?"
"No. You go around the village with me first. Let your apprentices do the smelting of the refined iron. After the refined iron is smelted, I will take away part of it. You can use the rest until I get there.
Just leave it to me when you come back next time."
"Okay, wait a minute, girl, I'll make some arrangements."
With that said, Blacksmith Feng returned to the blacksmith shop, gathered all his apprentices, gave some instructions, then went to the back, changed his clothes and walked out.
Several people came out of the blacksmith shop and went straight to the village school.
Children in the village, regardless of gender, were all sitting in the schoolroom, following an old man in a blue shirt who was starched and gray, reciting loudly.
Li Xiuer recognized this person, it was Mr. Yang mentioned by Feng Tiejiang.
Mr. Yang, on the other hand, held a ruler behind his back and walked around the school. When he encountered a child who was not serious, he would tap lightly with the ruler as a punishment.
When several people came in, Mr. Yang did not stop. He continued to teach the children to read.
Just as Feng Tiejiang was about to call out, Li Xiuer stopped him. They just watched outside for a while and then left quietly.