Hearing this, Sang Tianshuo was so angry.

"I said, why don't you get in with oil and salt? Otherwise, let Brother Jie beat you to death, and we will take over this house normally, how about it?"

Qian Bulai thought for a while: "No, right? First, they don't dare to kill me, and second, if I die, you won't take over? You are not my son." ”

"Cao, I can't beat you today!"

Qian Bulai hurriedly raised his hand to block his face: "Don't, why are you like a hooligan, you want to beat people at every turn?"

Sang Tianshuo was stunned by these words.

"I'm Cao, why didn't you say that when those hooligans beat you just now?"

Qian Bulai rubbed his nose: "They fought too fast, I didn't have time to say." ”

"It's so cheap......"

Sang Tianshuo felt that if he spoke again, he would have to let this thing die of anger.

Song Zixuan smiled: "Okay, let's go." ”

"Wait," Qian Bulai said, walking towards the pile of broken copper and iron, picking up a huge dirty tarp from the ground and covering it, "Okay, let's go." ”

Song Zixuan is really interested in him, this Qian Bulai ...... How can you care so much about these scrap metals?

Subsequently, several people walked out of the alley and got into Sang Tianshuo's car.

Qian Bulai touched the seat and sat down a few more times: "Oh, it's so comfortable, this chair is like a big sofa, the car is not cheap, right?"

Sang Tianshuo turned his head and glanced at him: "You guessed right, if it weren't for my master's kindness, I would never let a dirty dog like you sit in my car for the rest of my life!"

Qian Bulai smiled: "Hehe, if you hadn't begged me to sit, I wouldn't have done it." ”

"You ......"

"Hehe, Qian Bulai, you're wrong, I'm not begging you, I don't want you to be beaten by Brother Jie again!" Song Zixuan said.

Qian Bulai glanced at Song Zixuan: "Hmm, aren't you because you want my house? Hehe, you treat me as stupid? I can't see this?"

Song Zixuan shook his head: "At first, it was because of your house, but since you didn't plan to sell it, I won't force it, but now it's just because I don't want you to be beaten by Brother Jie again." ”

"This ......"

"So, Qian Bulai, you have to know, I can also let you get out of the car now, go and wait for Brother Jie to beat you, don't have so much superiority, you know?"

Hearing this, Qian Bulai restrained a little and nodded: "Got it......"

When the car started, the BMW car's push back feeling was still very strong, Qian Bulai pressed hard against the backrest, and his expression was obviously a little nervous.

"You rarely take a car?" Song Zixuan said.

"Basically never sat in a car, I don't like to ride in a car. As he spoke, Qian Bulai's expression changed slightly, as if he was suffering from motion sickness......

Song Zixuan immediately asked Sang Tianshuo to drive more steadily and slower.

"By the way, Qian Bulai, why are there so many scrap iron in your yard?"

"Scrap iron, because you are young, and you look like you have gone to school, so you are embarrassed to ask?"

Qian Bulai's words made Song Zixuan a little confused, he didn't know which sentence he said wrong, let the other party say so......

"Bastard, pay attention to your attitude when you step on a horse and talk to my master, who are you talking about?" Sang Tianshuo couldn't hear it, turned his head and said.

After all, Sang Tianshuo was more fierce, Qian Bulai just rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

Song Zixuan thought for a while and said, "Isn't that pile of scrap iron?"

"Of course not, it's all works of art, do you understand works of art? Forget it, you definitely don't understand, and if you do, you won't say it's scrap metal!" Qian Bulai said.

Song Zixuan frowned slightly when he heard this: "Artwork?"

Sang Tianshuo laughed directly: "Hahaha, I'll go, it's really the art of stepping on a horse, big brother, your artwork is rusty." ”

Qian Bulai shrugged his shoulders and sneered: "Rusty? Rusty is also a work of art." ”

"Qian Bulai, these works of art ...... You made it all yourself?" Song Zixuan said.

"That's right, I did it, did you just see the details of those artworks?

Song Zixuan nodded: "Yes, it seems to be very fine, but I didn't look too carefully just now, and I didn't see what it was." ”

"Hahaha, if you can understand my artwork, then what am I doing art?" Qian Bulai said.

Sang Tianshuo said: "Come on, everyone can't understand art if you make art, right?

"That's because you don't have artistic cells, and those who have artistic cells will definitely understand, not only the beauty, but also the connotation!"

As he spoke, Qian Bulai's expression became a little enjoyable, obviously, he loved those works of art and the process of making them.

"Grass...... Rusty artwork ......"

"It's rusty? That's because the iron is not made well, and it's ...... I also have responsibility, I don't have the conditions to set them up properly, what kind of iron will not rust if it is rainy?" Qian Bulai said.

Hearing this, Song Zixuan's heart was slightly shocked......

What kind of iron does not rust?

He glanced at Qian Bulai again, and suddenly remembered what Ling Lao said.

Ling Lao's Ziyun Iron Kitchenware was made in Dumen City, and it seems that the blacksmith is surnamed Qian!

It can't be such a coincidence, right......

Song Zixuan looked at Qian Bulai, and his expression was obviously a little surprised.

"You...... Is it a blacksmith?" Song Zixuan asked.

Qian Bulai glanced at him, and his expression was very solemn.

"Blacksmith? My family used to be blacksmiths, but in my generation...... I think I'm an artist. ”

Song Zixuan was secretly happy in his heart: "Qian Bulai, did your family work as a blacksmith in Dumen City before?"

"My grandfather is, but he didn't do it in my father's generation, and went to the dock to carry work for others, and it came to my generation...... I feel at ease as an artist. ”

Song Zixuan said in his heart, but he still doesn't know if this Qian Bulai has inherited his grandfather's craftsmanship.

If he really inherited, it would be a good thing, but with his lazy appearance...... Song Zixuan didn't dare to get too hopeful.

"Artist, hehe, you are also called an artist, I think that your grandfather's generation counts!" Song Zixuan said.

"What? That's because you don't understand aesthetics, you don't understand art, these things I make have a soul, you can't feel it?" Qian Bulai said.

Song Zixuan shook his head: "I really can't feel it, I think the best iron artwork should be all kinds of useful utensils created by your grandfather's generation, and things that can be used in people's lives in that era." ”

Hearing this, Qian Bulai fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he said, "What did you say...... It seems to be a little interesting, folk customs, utensils, art...... It seems to be one and the same. ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Yes, otherwise, in the era when people have the need to make the required utensils, isn't it art? It's a pity that ......"

"What is a pity?" asked Qian Bulai.

At this time, he suddenly felt that Song Zixuan seemed to understand art, but chatted with interest.

"It's a pity that you didn't inherit your grandfather's craft, you only know how to make those useless things, and you think you are art. Song Zixuan said with a smile.

"Who said that, because my father is not a blacksmith, and my grandfather passed on all the skills to me, let me tell you, don't look at me making those works of art, but if you want to say the real thing, I will make sure you are dumbfounded!" Qian Bulai said.

Hearing this, Song Zixuan was really excited.

If he was really the descendant of the money blacksmith in Ling Lao's mouth, then he was really lucky......

"Are you sure?, can you do anything?" asked Song Zixuan.

Qian Bulai patted his chest: "It's necessary, but it's a pity...... Now there's no very good material, the rusty iron you see. If it's a good material, it can be rust-free. ”

"Hehe, Qian Bulai, I have a piece of iron, do you want to take a look?"

Speaking of this, Qian Bulai suddenly became interested: "Do you have iron?

Song Zixuan smiled and immediately asked Sang Tianshuo to stop.

At that time, when Song Zixuan and Fang Rui went to the East China Sea, they drove Sang Tianshuo's car, and after putting the Ziyun Iron Ore in it, they never took it out, and it was still in the trunk at this time.

Opening the trunk, Song Zixuan picked up the cloth covered with Ziyun Iron Ore, and Qian Bulai looked stupid at that time.

He slowly stepped forward with wide eyes, looking at Ziyun Iron Ore almost without blinking.

Immediately, he touched his hand and closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Sang Tianshuo pursed his lips and sneered: "Grass, what about calves......?

Qian Bulai ignored it, but looked at Song Zixuan: "Sir, this is ...... Ziyun Iron Ore, right?"

At this time, Qian Bulai seemed to have suddenly become a gentleman, and his speech became polite.

Song Zixuan nodded: "Good eyesight, that's right, are you interested?"

Qian Bulai got up and sighed: "I really can't imagine that I am still lucky enough to touch Ziyun iron ore in this year, I don't want to pit you, such a rare iron ore, I won't be able to get it if I am not completely sure." ”

Song Zixuan nodded slowly: "Yes, you are not completely sure, and I will not let you get started, if I think correctly, there will not be many such iron ore primordial mines in China today." ”

"I don't know, I just know that I'm very lucky to see a piece in my life, what do you want to build?"

Song Zixuan said: "Have you ever seen Ziyun Iron Mine?"

"No, but I heard my grandfather say that he only touched it once in his life, and he said that there is no more beautiful iron than this, and it was a chef who asked him to build a set of kitchen utensils. ”

Hearing this, a stone in Song Zixuan's heart finally landed, that's right, it's him, he is the grandson of the money blacksmith!

"Will you?"

"What? Make kitchen utensils?"

Song Zixuan nodded.

Qian Bulai didn't say anything, but pondered.

Sang Tianshuo smiled: "Master, what nonsense are you talking to him? If he can make this stone into kitchen utensils, I will eat this car!"

Qian Bulai looked at Sang Tianshuo with a little disdain in his eyes.

After a moment, he said, "Give me a few days, if I have an idea...... You let him eat the car, in front of me!"