Early the next morning, Le Lang did not go to the mountain, but took San Lang to the village on a motorcycle, and last night Lao Dao took a large piece of beef over, saying that it was sent by others, and he couldn't eat it, so he gave it to Le Lang. Looking at the large piece of beef, Le Lang remembered the steak in the Yun family beef shop, and wondered if he would also get an iron plate to fry.

If you are tempted, you will act, so early this morning, Le Lang took San Lang to the village, there is a blacksmith in the village, who used to specialize in making some farm tools or something for others, but now he has changed his career to play weapons. Because he is built by pure handmade ancient methods, the weapons he plays are very ancient, so many people come from thousands of miles to let him build, and sometimes he also takes some things that others specially customize.

The motorcycle walked slowly on the mountain road, and the longans in the orchard next to it were about to ripen, and they were big and round. There are already people working in the mountains over there, and in the farmhouses, most of them get up at dawn to work, like Lelang who sleeps until about eight o'clock, which is already the focus of contempt.

Coming to the village, there are fewer people collecting green bamboo shoots in the square, and now the green bamboo shoots are beginning to come out, the price has fallen very hard, and the market price has also fallen from the earliest ** block to two yuan, those dealers basically have no profit to collect bamboo shoots here, so there are fewer people who collect them, only some restaurants that know the goods still insist on coming to collect, and there is still a bamboo shoot stall over there in the afternoon.

Blacksmith, the people in the village are called iron-struck, and there is a proverb in the countryside that specifically says that this iron-struck is "lazy to strike iron, and he can't touch it" (this sentence will not be translated, everyone who understands knows it), which means that this person is active and not quiet at all.

The iron striker was at the back of the village, so Lelang drove a motorcycle to walk through the village.

Passing by a house, only to hear a loud shouting sound from inside, Le Lang looked, there were a lot of people around the door of the house, Le Lang was curious, stopped the motorcycle, and walked over.

Le Lang pulled San Lang over slowly, came to the front, looked inside, and saw a teenage boy kneeling on the ground in the courtyard inside, with a few turtles next to him, motionless, it seemed to be dead, next to him Lao Tzu was holding an arm-thick stick and was about to fall, and his mother next to him was desperately persuading.

Le Lang knew this person, this person's name was Saltwater, and he was a fisherman like Naruto, but Naruto specialized in fishing, and he fished occasionally, usually busy farming, and sometimes doubled as a small worker.

Salt water took a bamboo stick and hit his son fiercely, and scolded loudly in his mouth: "Leng Liangka is good, the good ones don't learn and the bad ones don't learn, if I don't kill you today, my father won't believe it." ”

His son knelt on the ground, and did not dare to stop him with his hands, but cried out: "Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare next time." ”

His wife was struggling to protect her son on the side, grabbing the bamboo stick in his hand and persuading: "Okay, okay, it's good to teach a lesson, the child is not sensible, just teach a little lesson." ”

"What do you know as a woman, it's not good to teach him a good lesson today, maybe he will cause some trouble in the future, I just want him to remember his surname for a long time today." As he spoke, the bamboo stick struck his son fiercely.

"Alright, alright, don't fight anymore." The people watching from the side watched it and persuaded the salty water.

Le Lang's eyelids jumped, good guy, such a big stick can be beaten. After looking at it, Le Lang asked a person watching from the side, "What's the matter?" ”

The man looked at Le Lang for a moment and said: "It's not his son, I don't know where he learned such a vicious way to catch turtles, and stabbed the turtle to death with a needle on the pig's liver, and his old son knew about it, and he wanted to beat him half to death." ”

Le Lang suddenly realized when he heard this, no wonder, this salty water is estimated to be angry with his son.

In the past, there were schools of soft-shelled turtles in the stream in front of Xiaoxi Village, but later people found that the price of soft-shelled turtles was very high, so they tried to catch them and sell them.

Most of the turtles caught in the countryside use soil methods, either use a cage or find a turtle hole to catch by hand, but some flexible minds have invented a trouble-free drunk fishing method, the drunk fishing method is to use star grass, pig liver, sleeping pills and mung bean noodles to stir together to make a small dough and put it in the place where the soft-shelled turtle is infested, as long as the soft-shelled turtle eats it, it will immediately faint and let people catch it.

And some simply take a fishing rod, put on the pork liver, smear the essence, and catch turtles like fishing.

There is a little more vicious, just bend the needle into the pig's liver, put it in the place where the turtle often haunts, don't need to look, get up early the next morning to catch the turtle, the turtle eats, because there is a needle in it, indigestion, immediately intestines through the stomach rotten and died.

After that turtle catching turmoil, there were basically no adult turtles in the creek in Xiaoxi Village for a few years, and it was not until later that they slowly recovered. Later, the people of Xiaoxi Village learned from the pain, and set up a turtle farm by the stream, occasionally released some small turtles, paid off the debts at that time, and forbade the villagers to catch turtles by any non-artificial methods.

This thing was posted on the wall by writing village rules, and the salt water was not angry that this kid violated the village rules, but that this kid used such a vicious method to catch turtles, which was the key to making him angry.

After a few beatings, Xianshui stopped under the persuasion of several villagers, after all, it was his own son.

After Le Lang took a look, he left, in fact, he would also catch these things for turtles, but he has always disdained to use them, after all, he is really too ruthless. In the past, when you couldn't eat enough, no one would say about this method of catching turtles, but now you can eat it, and it is a bit too much to say that you can catch turtles in this way in order to make money and eat your appetite.

Riding a motorcycle, I came to the house of the village blacksmith Che Mutu after a while.

His family was originally in the primary school in the village, but later everyone thought it was too noisy, and it was inevitable that the iron would "tinkle" all day long. So, he moved his family here, although there are also people living here, but most of the rural people say that they come out and do it, and they don't care about the sound of his iron, and he doesn't even fight at night, and people are not at home during the day, but no one has an opinion.

When he came to the outside of Mu Tu's house, Le Lang heard a "clanging" sound of iron from inside, Le Lang parked the motorcycle outside, brought the wine and some fruits he brought, and San Lang himself followed outside.

Crossing the threshold, there is a large courtyard inside, the yard is much larger than Le Lang's house, one corner of the courtyard is covered with a high iron plate, and there is a stove below, the charcoal in the stove is red, and there are some flat thick iron pieces inserted on it, Mu Tu and his son Shubing are working hard to clamp a thick iron sheet and beat it hard.

They wore their upper bodies, revealing their bronzed skin, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from their bodies.

At the back of the courtyard is a three-story building with a tea table outside.

Le Lang came in, and Shentu's wife, who was on the side, saw it and hurriedly beckoned him to sit down, he was not polite, put things on the table, and sat on the chair to make tea.

Children have a chivalrous dream, always fantasizing about walking the world with a sword at their waists, and Lelang is no exception.

I can't remember whether it was the fourth or fifth grade of elementary school, when he happened to be obsessed with martial arts novels, he accidentally passed by the blacksmith's house, saw him striking iron, and asked curiously, "Do you know how to fight swords?" ”

I remember the blacksmith saying to him, "If you have iron, you can beat it." ”

At that time, I was still young, so I didn't know if there was iron in the house, and it was easy to forget what children had said and done. However, later during the Chinese New Year, he still used the New Year's red envelope money to buy a sword from the store, but he played with it for a few days and disappeared.

The stove is in full swing, and Mu Tu father and son keep taking out iron pieces from the stove and beating them repeatedly, "Ding Dong Dong, Ding Dong", you and I will be full of rhythm and rhythm.

After a while, the sweaty two finally stopped to rest......

"Ah Lang, here, is there something wrong?" Mu Tu picked up the towel hanging next to him and wiped it, and asked Lelang while wiping.

"That's right, I want to make a disc, it's that big." Saying that, Le Lang took out a drawing from his pocket, which he drew last night, the plate is about thirty centimeters, and there is a rim next to it, so as not to fall down, and there are ears on both sides that can be grasped. Originally, Lelang also wanted to get an iron stove that could burn charcoal underneath, but then he gave up after thinking about it, there are many small red clay stoves in the township, just take one to burn charcoal, and then put the plate on it to save more trouble.

"It's for barbecue." Mu Tu looked at the drawings and said to Le Lang.

"Uh, yes, how can you tell?" Le Lang said in surprise when he heard this.

"Why can't you see it, last time a hotel in Xiamen ordered one hundred and eighty from me, all of them are patterned, they look much more beautiful than yours, how can they design you so ugly." Mu Tu kicked him angrily and said.

"Oh, even Xiamen came to our village to customize things, Uncle, you're famous."

"Of course," Mu Tu's son Shubing came over to Le Lang and said, "My father's craftsmanship is famous in our southern Fujian and even Fujian, you see this knife." As he spoke, he took out a knife from the side.

Le Lang took it and took a look, only to see that the blade of the Guan knife was narrow and long, shaped like a glaive, and there was a green dragon pattern on the back of the knife.

"This thing is also made by someone, so it won't be used for fighting." Le Lang weighed Guan Dao and said to Mu Tu.

"You kid, what a vision, this is for worship. Now people's homes are enshrined in a person-high Guan Gong, and this weapon is matched with the statue of Guan Gong. Mu Tu explained to Le Lang with a smile.

(To be continued)