Jing Yang took out a small stove from many iron tools and said to Xia Muhan: "Uncle Han, the things you want are ready." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Xiaoyang, it's not bad. People are immediately in a lot of spirits, and business has been good recently? Xia Muhan patted Jingyang's shoulder and said.

"It's okay, it's not been a farm busy lately, and a lot of people have come to me to get farm tools." Jingyang replied.

"Then do a good job and run the blacksmith shop that your father left for you."

Hearing this, Jing Yang's eyes dimmed a little, and he replied with a blank voice, "En." ”

Xia Muhan may not be accustomed to the decadent aura of the young man, so he encouraged him and said: "You work hard first, if possible, I want you to forge hundreds of arrow feathers after a while." ”

Sure enough, when Jingyang heard this, his eyes brightened, and the original decadence was completely gone. The body wrapped in the dark blue robe is also a lot lighter.

"Dad, I'm tired, I won't accompany you to go shopping later. I stayed here to rest with Brother Yang. Xia Muhan just wanted to take Xia Cao to the customized pottery bowl shop last time, Xia Cao said.

When Daddy walked away, Xia Cao sneakily slipped to Jingyang, who was beside the refining furnace, and Jingyang took off his robe at this time, wearing only a vest, revealing his two strong arms. Xia Cao didn't think about the thin Jingyang, and took off her clothes, which was still quite material. He has been striking iron all year round, and he still has biceps brachii on his arm.

The flames of the furnace jumped and reflected back on his body, enveloping Jingyang's entire body in red light and shadow.

Jingyang hammered the pig iron to make a "ping-pong" sound, which was very rhythmic, like a song that had been sung.

"That, Brother Yang." Xia Cao opened her mouth to interrupt Jingyang, who was preoccupied, reminding her of her presence.

Who told Daddy to tell Jingyang to take good care of her, but the guy fell down and threw her on the seat of the store, plus a pot of boiled water and sent her away. Turn around and burn the fire and strike the iron. He didn't know that leaving a toddler alone would have many dangerous factors.

"Xiaocao, why did you come here, go back and sit down. It's dangerous here. Jingyang stopped what he was doing and said to Xia Cao seriously.

The temperature of the iron furnace was red, but it was a few hundred degrees Celsius, and it would be disfigured if you were not careful, Xia Cao thought, and stepped back a few points.

"That big brother Yang, do you know how to do carpentry?" Xia Cao raised her voice and asked loudly.

Jingyang put down the work in his hand and walked to Xia Cao's side and said, "No, I will only hammer iron and strike iron." "He has been holding iron since he was one or two years old, and at the age of five or six he followed his father to learn to make iron, and his life for the past twenty years has been related to iron, and all his thoughts are on iron, how can he have time to learn other skills. He had hardly touched wood except for the fire.

Xia Caoyuan originally thought that blacksmiths and carpenters had the same skills, but it seemed that she was thinking too simply. Xia Cao wants to do a massage hammer to give to her mother as a birthday gift, her mother bows her head every day to do embroidery work, cervical spine, lumbar spine must be a little sore after sitting for a long time, massage hammer is just suitable for mother. She wanted to give the massage chair, but the technical problem made the possibility of the massage chair appearing in the Great Qi Dynasty zero. Massage thumping in Jingyang doesn't work here, it seems that she has to find another way.

"Then Brother Jingyang, can you help me hit something." Natsukusa asked again.

"Yes, as long as it's iron." Jingyang replied. He still has confidence in iron weapons, and he dares to say that as long as iron weapons can't be beaten here, the rest of Wusu Town can't be beaten.

Xia Cao took out a piece of cloth from her sleeve, on which was the sketch she had drawn last night, and the paintings on it were stacked in circles one by one, and if you saw it, you would know that Xia Cao drew a spring that is common in modern times.

Then Xia Cao gave Jingyang a detailed introduction to the specifications and size of the spring she wanted, "Brother Jingyang, can you play such a spring?" Xia Cao finally asked.

"Simple, possible." Jingyang replied cleanly. Regarding the authority of striking iron, how could he let a five-year-old child question whether it was just a wire wrapped in a circle, which was very simple for a person like him who was determined to build a divine weapon.

"Brother Jingyang, let's help me make a spring first. Brother Jingyang, this money will be given to you first, I don't know if it is enough" Xia Cao said, and took out dozens of dollars from his sleeve and gave it to Jingyang, meaning to pay. To be honest, Xia Cao doesn't understand whether these dozens of dollars are enough for a spring, after all, iron has a different price in each dynasty. If it's not enough, she will make up for it later, after all, these dozens of dollars are all her belongings now, and she still has it behind her eldest brother's back and secretly saved for a week.

As for why only one is played, Xia Cao still has to test the elasticity coefficient, and how to improve it later. As for why Xia Cao used the spring, it was because she really missed the Simmons bed in her previous life, and she wanted to replace the hard wooden bed, and then thought that their family should be more profitable if they made furniture. As long as the people here don't have a back injury, they should like it. Of course, this little secret is secretly buried in her heart for the time being.

"Xiaocao, you put away this money, this spring is given to you by Brother Jingyang." Jingyang said. For this little sister who likes iron and has a common hobby with him, he still likes it.

Xia Cao said again, "Brother Jingyang, can this be regarded as a little secret between the two of me, and don't tell my father." Xia Cao felt that it was better to hide it from Xia Muhan for the time being.

Do the things in your heart well Xia Cao actually wants to gossip what does the conversation between Jingyang and her father mean a few days ago but watching Jingyang go back and beat his pig iron. For such a person who puts all his mind on his interests, he probably can't ask anything. Natsucho didn't say anything in the end. I went back to the chair just now and dozed off and waited for Daddy to come back.

When Daddy Xia came back, Xia Cao was already lying on the table and napping. Xia Muhan didn't wake up Xia Cao, and went home directly. As for those bowls, Xia Muhan put them directly in the taste hall, anyway, they had to set up a stall in front of the taste hall, and it was very troublesome to move them around.

"Mother! Big brother, second brother, we're back! "As soon as Xia Cao arrived home, there was no sleepiness on her face. Shouted loudly.

In the small courtyard of the Xia family, at this moment, there are sections of bamboo tubes, and Xia Qiaomu and Xia Maihe are in the bamboo tube mountain pile, revealing two round heads.

Both of them had their heads bowed, each with a knife, and they were engrossed in sawing the bamboo.

"Big brother, second brother, don't be busy yet, Dad has brought us something delicious." Xia Cao said in a voice that doubled again.

Xia Maihe immediately put down the work in his hand and responded to Xia Cao: "Eat, where is it!" ”

And Xia Qiaomu just looked at the two happy people in front of him, raised his head and smiled, and continued to make the bamboo tube in his hand.