The novel "Flying Fox in the Snow Mountain" is not large, and the writing technique is a bit peculiar, almost narrating the whole story in the form of dialogue. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info different from the way of flat and direct narration in previous novels.

For this novel, Li Feiyang doesn't like it very much, there are too many intrigues and tricks, the whole story is too dark, the colors are too bright, and it is a bit depressing to read. The most odious thing is that this story still has an open-ended ending, and in the end, Hu Fei's knife cut or not, for a period of time, has become a problem for all readers who have read this book. After reading this novel, it is inevitable that he will have a little resentment towards the author, among all Jin Yong's works, he dislikes this novel the most.

Because I don't like it, I have to send it out in advance, since I'm depressed, why not make more people depressed? In this way, your psychology can also be balanced a little, the so-called solo happiness is not as good as public happiness, and depression is the same. If you are depressed alone, how can you compare to everyone being depressed?

After the publication of this novel, it was already the end of the twelfth month of the solar calendar, and Christmas was approaching.

Christmas was already a grand festival generally accepted by the Han people in China in Li Feiyang's previous life. A large group of half-sized ** boys and girls will book a hotel in advance on this day, prepare candles, apples and chocolates, have a night of carnival with the opposite sex, and hold their own coming-of-age ceremony.

For such an alien festival, Li Feiyang can't say how much he hates. He is a person with strong traditional thinking, and he looks down on some people who have no self-respect and no self-love. However, with the increase of exchanges with foreign countries, there are more and more people who do not have self-respect and self-love.

I don't know what's going on, China's thousands of years of traditional culture, traditional etiquette, in the short period of reform and opening up, has been hit by foreign dregs and cultures, and some healthy and positive virtues in traditional culture have been forgotten by the human beings who are crazy about chasing money.

It's like this Christmas, it's a religious holiday to celebrate the birth of Jesus, but how many people in China really know what this Jesus is? Seeing that the foreign devils with high noses and blue eyes happily celebrate this festival, as a dignified Chinese, they even have a good way to learn from others.

Western devils worship dead people nailed to wooden stakes and treat a condemned prisoner as a spiritual idol, which means that they are mentally abnormal. As a normal Chinese, is it necessary to follow them in the fun? It's really a cloud of people, I don't know what to say.

Fortunately, the people of the Great Han Kingdom in this world don't know what this Christmas is, and the ordinary people have not even heard of this term.

Therefore, at the end of December of the solar calendar, there was no situation where Li Feiyang's previous life was full of bright lights, and there were Santa Claus wearing red hats and cotton pants everywhere.

This is a good thing, which shows that the traditional culture of the East has not been eroded by the garbage ideas of the West, which makes Li Feiyang feel a lot more comfortable.

However, at the end of December, that is, almost the end of the year, the common people began to organize some things for the New Year. From the newly built stove, take down the big iron pot, scrape the bottom of the pot, marinate bacon, wind chicken and duck, clean the courtyard, and pull a few feet of cloth to make a few new clothes for the children at home.

Although there is still some time before the Spring Festival, there is already a little bit of the upcoming New Year in the old city, but there is no restlessness for the New Year.

At this time, two carriages came near an intersection in Tangcheng, and there were a few strong men in the carriages, and when they arrived near the crossroads, a few men looked at the surrounding fields, and the old man at the head nodded, and was quite satisfied with the ground at the crossroads, and said, "It's in this place." ”

When several middle-aged men heard this, they jumped out of the carriage, picked up a big broom from the car, found a piece of ground and began to clean. Then the things were carried from the wagon and placed on the cleaned ground in turn. It took more than half an hour, and the things were already neatly arranged on the ground.

The old man at the head said: "Take the briquettes and go to the neighborhood to light a fire, Mr. fire today, and work again tomorrow!" ”

At that moment, there were young students who picked up a few briquettes with long-legged iron pliers and walked to the homes of nearby residents.

A few old ladies passed by here, and after looking at the furnishings here, they already knew what these men were doing.

He asked, "Are you blacksmiths?" ”

The old man at the head said: "Old sister, I am an ironworker, and these young people are my apprentices. ”

An old lady with small feet smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, the kitchen knife at my house broke two days ago, and I was thinking about making a fight, so you came." Wait, I'll go home and bring that scrap metal, and please get me a kitchen knife. ”

The old man said: "I just started to set up a stall today, and I will start to start a fire tomorrow, just take it and put it here first." ”

The old lady smiled: "I know, I don't worry, although the knife at home is missing, it can still be used." As he spoke, he walked away with a few old sisters with trembling little feet.

At this time, some of the iron utensils were used badly, and some of them would keep their families, and the people who had always been thrifty because of poverty still used scrap iron to let the blacksmith return to the furnace to recast, so that compared with buying the finished product directly, it did save some expenses.

A few days later, word spread throughout Tang City: there was an ironsmith on the cross street, with exquisite craftsmanship and fair prices, and what was made was much better than what had been made by blacksmiths in the past!

For a time, everyone who had a little scrap iron at home put it to the blacksmith shop with pieces of iron. More people came from the countryside near Tangcheng.

The hoes, shovels, pickaxes, sickles, and other tools used by the villagers for farm work are severely worn, and some are added every year. Nowadays, there are not many standard farm tools, and most of them are made from the stoves of mobile blacksmith shops that walk the streets.

However, when blacksmiths strike iron, they generally stay in one place for ten days and a half months, and then they will "switch" to another country, and will never stay in one place for long. Of course, occasionally there will be a fixed blacksmith shop in some big cities, but it is extremely rare, and it is generally mostly mobile iron.

"Big brother, we have a few blacksmiths in Tang City, and the things they have created are very good, do you need to build something? I think we have some fine iron pieces here that we can't handle, so why don't we ask him to make some gadgets for us?" Li Dongsheng said vaguely to Li Feiyang while pulling the noodles in the bowl in the courtyard.

"Blacksmith?" Li Feiyang put down the dishes and chopsticks, "How is the craftsmanship?" ”

Li Dongsheng swallowed the rest of the noodle soup in one gulp, wiped his lips, burped, and praised: "Brother Wang's craftsmanship is good, and the noodles he makes are so delicious!" ”

The big brother Wang he said was a cook that Huang Jinhu specially found for Li Feiyang, and every time he had a meal, this big brother Wang would come to the small courtyard to cook a meal for Li Feiyang and a few people, and he was Li Feiyang's personal chef, and his skills were still good.

Listening to Li Feiyang's inquiry, Li Dongsheng said: "It is said that the things made by this blacksmith are much better than the previous blacksmiths, it is said that an old lady asked the old blacksmith to make a kitchen knife for her, and when she went home and used the kitchen knife to cut vegetables for the first time, she actually cut off the board!" That's why the old lady preached to him. But these are all rumors, and I don't know if it's true or not, so why don't we take a look? ”

"Then go and check it out!" Li Feiyang was also a little curious.

This kind of scene of burning and making iron in the open air with an iron-striking stove is rare in Li Feiyang's previous life, and even in this world, Li Feiyang has not seen it many times. It's all ordinary blacksmiths, and it's okay to make some farm utensils, but if they really let them make swords or something, they can make a few pieces of iron at most, and it would be good to make a guillotine. Hearing Li Dongsheng say this, it seems that this blacksmith is a little unusual, and Li Feiyang wants to see it.

He and Xie Fu took out a box of iron in the secret room under the ancestral hall of the Cao family in the former dynasty, in addition to some weapons.

These pieces of iron are all cubes the size of a football, clear and bright, and the color is blue, which is a little different from ordinary iron blocks. Perhaps these things were specially refined by the people who placed the treasure at that time to leave to the people of later generations, a few boxes of refined iron. But looking at the color, it is a little different from fine iron. Placed in the box for hundreds of years, there is no rust inhibitor wrapped in butter or anything outside, and these refined iron have no signs of rust, which is very unusual.

Because I didn't know what material these "fine iron" were made of, and I didn't know what to do with them, this box of "fine iron" was put in an idle house, and no one cared about it. Now that Li Dongsheng talked about striking iron, Li Feiyang remembered this box of "iron".

When he arrived at the blacksmith stall, Li Feiyang found that in addition to a few idle children standing there and watching, there were only three or two old men squatting there and chatting with a tall old man with a dark complexion.

Li Feiyang, a tall old man, had thick bones, and the thick yellow calluses on his hands could be faintly seen. It seems that this person is the old blacksmith that Li Dongsheng said, and the few people who are blowing fire there and hitting the iron with a sledgehammer are the apprentices of this old man.

This stall is set up on the side of the old wall root at the crossroads, a simple shed is built on the stall, behind the shed is a few simple marching beds, covered with bedding, there is a small stove next to the marching bed, there are pots and pans on one side of the stove, and there are vegetables such as radish and cabbage next to it, it seems that several people eat and live in this shed. Although the shed is simple, because there is an iron stove in it, it is not cold, and it will definitely not freeze if you live in it.

At this time, several men who struck iron were too close to the stove, all of them had bare backs, revealing black and bulging tendons, and a young man was pulling the bellows, and the broken coal at the mouth of the furnace was stirred by the long wind, and the flames were rushing and turning into a blue color, and the broken coal dust was scattered away with the wind.

Outside the stove were several hoes and pickaxes that had been built, with names and prices written on them, waiting for the owner to come and get them.

A bare-backed man picked up a piece of discus with big tongs and put it on top of the iron case, and a big man next to him picked up a sledgehammer and smashed it on top of the discus. A sledgehammer and a small hammer are double, and a fixed melody is formed. In just a moment, a kitchen knife gradually took shape, and the speed at which these people made things was extremely fast.

"Magnetic!"

The shaped kitchen knife is sandwiched and put into the water, and the heat rises on the water surface, and the kitchen knife is almost finished.

Li Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he found that these few men who were striking iron had a calm expression, their arms were strong and powerful, their hands were extremely stable, and the rhythm of the hammer hitting the iron was even and fine, like a beautiful note, without any confusion. This is the first time Li Feiyang has seen this kind of iron-striking technique.

Just as he was about to step forward to see how these people were building, a gong suddenly sounded behind him, and a wandering Taoist walked over.

The man was dressed in a coarse sermon robe, with a long beard and leggings. With a small gong in his right hand and a small gong hammer in his left hand, he struck the small gong after a few steps. This action of the Taoist is the action of the Taoist priest who goes down the mountain.

This person turned the corner of the wall, saw the blacksmith shop, his eyes lit up, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, walked a few steps to the iron-striking man, and stood up with one palm, "A few of my own families, I'm hungry!" ”