In the next two days, Lawson lived a very leisurely life, sleeping until he woke up naturally, and when he woke up, he went to Si Le Fu to chat with Zhao Wushuang, and rubbed his meal by the way.

It looked like he had completely forgotten the task that Zhan Linwen had given him.

Or how can we say that capitalist life corrupts people's hearts!

Look at how Rosen is doing every day, he doesn't have to do anything, he eats and drinks every day, and he can enjoy the music of piano music and dancing.

Of course, Zhao Wushuang has to do the right thing, his position in Si Le Fu is called Da Si Xu, and he also serves as a piano master, to put it in layman's terms, he teaches people to play the piano.

There are more than 100 disciples, and none of them are men......

So Rosen finally knew why Zhao Wushuang was able to sit still under the siege of those bewitching women outside.

The main thing is to get used to it......

Thanks to Zhao Wushuang's blessing, Lawson not only had his eyes full, but also all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas were about to vomit.

There's no way, the girls are too enthusiastic, and they send some good things to Zhao Wushuang!

Especially when he brings food and buys fruits every day, he basically hasn't broken it, anyway, Zhao Wushuang can't finish it alone, so Lawson is obliged to help him share it.

So it only took two days for Lawson to feel that he had gained almost three or four pounds, and he finally looked a little fleshy.

When Zhao Wushuang was teaching normally, Lawson didn't bother, just ate fruit and listened to songs next to him, and then made a ranking evaluation of the group of warblers and Yanyan under the field, but unfortunately his off-the-field scoring was destined to be shared by no one.

Two days passed, and Rosen felt that among Zao Wushuang's group of students, the most eye-catching was a girl named Xue'er.

The name is a bit cheesy.

But the person is beautiful, plays the piano well, speaks decently, and behaves dignifiedly, perhaps this is the appearance of the legendary lady.

It's a pity that people are wholeheartedly here for Zhao Wushuang at first glance, even if Rosen uses eighteen kinds of martial arts and is open to chase, there is no play.

The Son once said that people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

This is like if Zao Wushuang and Lawson have a life-saving grace for Xue'er at the same time, the former must have received the answer that he promised to repay the great favor with his body, and Lawson can only hear that he will be a cow and a horse in the next life to repay the favor.

Fortunately, Rosen, as a senior single dog, still thinks about it.

Isn't it just handsome? What's the big deal?

I still eat a lot......

The short two-day free days passed in a blink of an eye, and then Zao Woushuang brought good news to Rosen, his father finally closed the furnace.

In other words, Rosen's gun is well shot!

Rosen, who learned the news, was finally a little excited, and then followed Zao Wushuang to Fairview Street early in the morning.

Perhaps knowing that his son was coming, the door of the Zhao family's iron shop was still closed today, but Zhao Chaojing left a back door for the two.

Rosen followed Zhao Wushuang into the courtyard, and then went straight to Zhao Chaojing's workshop, and as soon as he opened the door, the surging heat rushed to his face, spreading a layer of fine beads of sweat on Rosen's forehead.

He looked at the various murderous soldiers hanging on the walls around him, and couldn't take his eyes off for a while, Lawson stretched out his hand and subconsciously picked up a long knife, but before he could hold it steadily, he felt a stinging pain coming from his palm.

"Hiss......"

Rosen gasped and quickly let go of the hilt, then noticed a terrible burning mark in his palm.

Seeing this, Zhao Wushuang pulled Luo Sen's wrist, and after making sure that there was no major problem, he spoke: "These blades have just been created by my father, and the flame has not dissipated, so you must not act rashly." ”

Rosen thinks this explanation is a bit nonsense, you have everything laid and put next to the wall, and I am holding the handle of the knife and not the blade, how can it be burned?

But before he could question it, he saw the familiar figure in the distance walking slowly.

Compared with when he saw Zhao Chaojing a few days ago, the old blacksmith's body seemed to have become more robust, and the muscles on his arms were about to bulge and fly, but the fatigue in his eyes was more abundant, and there were a few more strands of white silk in his hair.

"You're here. ”

Zhao Wushuang nodded and did not speak.

And Rosen didn't care about the stinging pain in his palm, and said again and again: "Uncle has worked hard." ”

Zhao Chaojing waved his hand, grabbed an oilcloth bag on the table, and raised his chin to the two: "Go out and talk." ”

Luo Sen stared at the things in Zhao Chaojing's hand, and secretly said that this should be his future life talisman, and his heart suddenly became hot, and he quickly pulled Zhao Wushuang out of the door.

But to Rosen's surprise, after coming out, Zhao Chaojing did not immediately hand over the oilcloth burden to him, but asked a question coldly: "Who are you?"

Hearing this, Rosen couldn't help but be stunned, and then said: "The kid's name is Rosen, from Mingling County, Qinghe Village, and he used to work in the Adjudication Division, and now he ...... It's kind of a free body restored. ”

Rosen's answer was watertight and flawless.

However, Zhao Chaojing said bluntly: "This is impossible. ”

When the words fell, Rosen's heart trembled at first, and then he laughed again and again: "What the kid said, everything is true, if the uncle doesn't believe it......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chaojing interrupted him and said, "Then let me ask you again, where did your drawings come from?"

At this moment, Rosen finally understood that Zhao Chaojing seemed to be in the process of building his own exclusive pistol, and found that the design scheme of this thing was unusual and even too advanced, so he doubted his identity.

So the next moment, Rosen looked at Zhao Wushuang in embarrassment, and then replied vaguely: "It was given by a nobleman." ”

Zhao Chaojing stared at Rosen's eyes, as if to distinguish whether what he said was true or false, while Zhao Wushuang sighed softly beside him.

"Father's ......"

Hearing this, Zhao Chaojing's eyes wandered, and he glanced at his son lightly, and then said: "Originally, at the beginning, I only thought that you wanted to build a torch from the early years, so I didn't delve into the source of your drawings, but I never thought that what I created in the end would be such a thing!"

As he spoke, Zhao Chaojing put the oilcloth bag in his hand on the ground, slowly opened it, and sure enough, all the parts of the pistol that Rosen needed were revealed.

However, before Lawson stepped forward to inspect the goods, he saw that Zhao Wushuang next to him also showed a look of surprise.

"It's ...... Something extraterritorial!"

Hearing this, Rosen was suddenly a little confused.

What's the situation?

Why do you always feel a strong sense of dissonance in this conversation?

Sound...... It seems that Zhao Chaojing and Zhao Wushuang both know such things as pistols?

What is the extraterritorial?

Immediately afterwards, I heard Zhao Chaojing speak again: "You said that this drawing was given by a noble person of yours, then, if he is not a spy from outside the territory, there are only two possibilities, either, from the Tibetan Sword Villa, or, from the palace, am I right?"

As soon as these words came out, Rosen felt that he could no longer keep up with the thoughts of the father and son.

Does Miyari refer to the Imperial Palace?

So what is the Tibetan Sword Villa?

Why does it sound like a gang organization in a martial arts novel?

Where is this?

Rosen's instinct told him that at this time, playing dumb was definitely the right choice.

What's more, he doesn't actually have to "pretend" at this time, because he is really stupid......

"I, I don't know. ”

Looking at Rosen's blank face, Zhao Chaojing felt that the other party did not seem to be deceiving him, and immediately frowned.

Immediately after, I listened to Rosen continue to explain: "The noble man only said that I should collect the drawings, and if I have the opportunity, I can try to build them for self-defense, I, I ......"

Seeing that Rosen was so anxious that he stammered, Zhao Wushuang couldn't help but speak: "Whether your noble person is a spy from outside the territory or a certain prince and nobleman, this thing should not be easily revealed, otherwise it will cause great trouble." ”

Rosen secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then asked, "What is this thing?"

Zhao Chaojing shook his head: "It should be an improved version of the torch, which increases portability and safety, you can take it back to study, but as Wushuang said, it's best not to let others see it." ”

This was somewhat unexpected by Rosen.

He didn't expect that Zhao Chaojing was willing to give something to himself in the end when he said that the matter was so serious a second ago.

Probably because I don't have any ammunition, so it's useless to hold it?

Rosen was a little unsure of what the father and son meant, but there was no doubt that the previous conversation seemed to reveal a great amount of information, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

So Luo Sen hurriedly handed two ingots of silver to Zhao Chaojing according to the price agreed before, for fear that the latter would regret it, and then picked up the oilcloth baggage, and asked Zhao Chaojing with an open face of seeking advice: "Uncle, seeing your serious face just now, I guess this thing should not be a mortal thing, the so-called fire pipe...... Can you tell me more about what it is?"

Hearing this, Zhao Chaojing first glanced at Rosen with some surprise, and then thought of Rosen's origin, and seemed to be relieved again.

But he didn't satisfy Rosen's wish, but waved his hand and said: "I still have to redeem the goods today, I can't pull away, if you really want to know, let Wushuang tell you." ”

After speaking, Zhao Chaojing turned around and went back to the building room, not knowing what to do.

Zhao Wushuang shook his head with a wry smile, and after hesitating for a moment, he said to Lawson: "There are many people in Si Le Fu, you come with me." ”

Zhao Wushuang led Rosen to a side room, where the light was a little dim, and all kinds of scrap iron and broken knives were piled up.

Although Zhao Wushuang is good-looking, he also looks like a white dress on weekdays, but he does not have any cleanliness habits, he found a big iron pier, gently swept it with his sleeve, and sat down straight.

As for Rosen, he didn't pay much attention to it, he simply crossed his legs and found an open space to sit on the ground, like a child in kindergarten, waiting to listen to the story with his eyes shining.

And then, the first sentence that Zhao Wushuang said shocked Lawson.

"If you want to talk about the history of this torch, you need to go back to nearly four hundred years ago, when the Great Liang was weak, the court was corrupt, the people were poor, there were grassland people in the north, and there was a constant nuisance in the west of the Yan army, but the monarch of the Great Liang did not know it, and still claimed to be the kingdom of the Heavenly Empire, and the first appearance of the torch was a tribute from this foreign country......"