Guo Yang carried a bucket of water, walked through the stalls, and went straight to the well platform.

Because this is along the river, the water level is quite high, and the well is naturally very shallow. Standing on the well platform and looking into the well, you can see the human figure clearly on the water surface of the white flowers.

Guo Yang tied the bucket to a rope, held the elm reel, and lowered it into the water, shook the rope slightly, and the barrel tilted, and sank into the water.

"Squeak and squeak" more than ten sounds, and a bucket of water was twisted up.

Stabilizing the bucket, Guo Yang squatted down, put his mouth on the edge of the bucket, and drank a full stomach first, then stood up straight comfortably, picked up the bucket and walked back.

"Hey, isn't this Guo Yang?" Suddenly, someone said.

Guo Yang stopped and looked at the sound, but it was a white and pure young man, squatting next to a stall selling mountain goods, looking up at Guo Yang and smiling.

This young man's name is Duanmu Niu, his ancestor was originally to drive a carriage for the first king, and after the destruction of the country, he was regarded as a "remnant of blood relatives", and he was sent to Luoyi together, and since then the family has fallen into the middle of the road.

This Duanmu Niu is the only teenager who has a relationship with Guo Yang, he is modest, and he usually wears a very clean white cloth linen clothes, unlike other teenagers in the village, who can not change a sheepskin jacket in all seasons.

Guo Yang smiled at Duanmu Niu, nodded, and wanted to carry the bucket.

"Guo Yang, I have a good basket here, I'll buy one for you." Duanmu Niu quietly gave a look and smiled.

Guo Yang's heart moved, so he walked over with a bucket.

Duanmu Niu's mountain stalls were mixed in the crowd, and they were not at all inconspicuous. However, Duanmu Niu still pretended to probe around inadvertently.

"Something?" Guo Yang asked in a low voice.

"A." Duanmu Niu whispered.

Guo Yang's eyelids jumped, he quickly looked left and right, and said loudly: "Your basket is getting rougher and rougher, and it is estimated that the copper is about the same, who dares to take it to hold wheat." ”

Squatting down, Guo Yang asked in a low voice, "How many?" How to sell? ”

Duanmu Niu stretched out a slender finger and gently drew it three times.

"Not a new one, but an old one, with nicks."

"Nicked?" Guo Yang listened and frowned slightly.

The main control of the Zhou people is the new tortoise shell used for divination, and the old tortoise shell is released, although it is also a forbidden thing, but after all, it is very loose.

Therefore, almost every family of the relict people of Shang has some used old tortoise shells. Even in Guo Yang's house, there are more than a dozen old tortoise shells, which are put together with a pile of seriously damaged bronze, clay pots and other sundries.

"You take it first, and if you find it interesting, come to me. I have to set up a stall every day. Except, of course, on rainy days. ”

Duanmu Niu threw a poorly woven bird cage to Guo Yang and whispered.

"I'll try it first, if I let my lark escape, I'll settle accounts with you!" Guo Yang deliberately said loudly, picked up the bucket and bird cage, and walked home.

Duanmu Niu squatted next to the stall, watched Guo Yang slowly walk away, and sighed secretly.

The harsher the environment, the more quickly the cunning and ingenuity of man will be aroused and magnified to the point of being astonishing.

In Duanmu Niu's impression, Guo Yang has never been a rapper, but under the watchful eye of the Zhou people, this kind of superficial disguise ability is naturally used.

……

Guo Yang returned home, put down a bucket of water, and opened the crude birdcage with some eagerness.

In the birdcage, a small nest was built with some wheat straw.

Guo Yang gently uncovered the layer of wheat grass and took out three severely damaged tortoise shells. He glanced at it roughly, slightly disappointed.

On the tortoise shell, some simple symbols and words are depicted, a bit like the words used by merchants, but with some nuances.

Guo Yang looked at it for a while, and had no clue, so he simply threw the three pieces of tortoise shell into the pile of broken bronze artifacts.

He carried a jug of water and went through the back door into the coppersmith's shop.

Guo Coppersmith has already started to get busy, and he has made a bunch of small pieces. These small pieces, some of which are bronze trimmings and some are floral ornaments, can be directly inlaid into the bronze using the secret method of welding.

"Dad, I'm here." Guo Yang put the kettle on the stove and said.

"Hmm." Guo coppersmith picked up a piece of red-hot copper, put it on the anvil, and knocked it with a small hammer in his hand.

Guo Yang picked up the sledgehammer with ease and began to fight.

Guo ...... Coppersmiths, you're crafting objects! Someone lifted the straw curtain at the door and stepped in.

But it's a sub-trade.

Guo coppersmith's face was expressionless, his head was not raised, and the father and son "clanged" to beat the copper to slowly take shape.

Zimao seemed to be accustomed to the coldness of Coppersmith Guo, looked around the extremely simple shop, walked to the elm table, and sat down.

"Coppersmith Guo, why don't you use your Guo family's best incineration forge? Tinkling all day long, trying to make some things that don't look good. ”

Zimao poured himself a bowl of water and said with a smile while drinking.

"Burning forges is generally used by the royal family. Lord Zimao, is this going to customize a set for yourself? I wonder if adults need nine or five? ”

Guo Coppersmith said lightly, but his hands were non-stop, still clanging and tapping.

When Zimao heard this, his face changed greatly, and he reprimanded: "The surname is Guo, don't dare to make this kind of joke!" ”

It is important to know that during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, although the tripod was a food vessel or a ritual vessel, only the Son of Heaven or members of the royal family could use some ceremonial tripods, and there were strict numbers and specifications. For example, the Jiuding ritual vessel can only be owned by the Son of Heaven.

Between Guo Coppersmith's words, there was an implicit sarcasm, but Zimao was scared half to death. It must be known that at the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, the country was established, the law was strict, and those who "won the championship" must be rebels.

"Then your Lord Zimao dislikes that the tripod I built is too small, I don't know what it means?" Coppersmith Guo asked indifferently while instructing Guo Yang to make bronze ware.

"Are you ......" Zimao glared at Guo Coppersmith, stood up suddenly, didn't know what he thought, and slowly sat back again.

"Master Guo, I have something important to discuss with you." Zimao held back his anger and said astringently.

"I'm a coppersmith, what can I do. Isn't it that Lord Zimao needs a batch of bronze ware? Recently, the general's side has been urging me tightly, and when I finish the task, I'll take the time to build it for you. ”

Coppersmith Guo finally raised his head and smiled at Zimao.

Zimao seemed to be extremely jealous of Guo Coppersmith, so he couldn't help but shrink his neck and wrap the sheepskin robe on his body.

"Recently, two major events have happened, do you know Lord Guo" Zimao suddenly changed the topic and said in a low voice.

"Yes." Guo Coppersmith smiled, "The son of the north of the village is dead, and in addition, it is said that there are people in Luoyi City who sell grain and were killed by the general." ”

"You...... Not these trifles! The Northwest Di and Qiang tribes, united with more than a dozen powerful tribes, have invaded the ancestral land of the Zhou people, and I heard that the entire Dong Zhiyuan has become a land for the Qiang people to graze horses! ”

Zimao said excitedly, rubbing his hands vigorously.

"What else? Doesn't that mean there are two things? Guo Coppersmith said lightly.

"There's one more thing, it's about to happen. The southwestern barbarians, who actually colluded with the Ghost Fang tribe, are fighting hard and preparing to attack the Zhou people. Zimao said in a low voice.

Guo Coppersmith glanced at Zimao, suddenly laughed, and hugged his fists and said, "Congratulations to Lord Zimao!" ”

Zimao was stunned, touched his head, and asked, "Are you crazy?" Why congratulations? ”

Guo Coppersmith said with a smile: "The rebellion in the barbarian land is a good opportunity for your Zimao Lord to make contributions!" ”

When Zimao heard this, his face changed several times, as if he was about to be angry, but he held back.

"Master Guo, I have something important to discuss with you, don't interrupt!"

"Don't go!" Coppersmith Guo said cleanly, grabbed the small hammer, and began to make bronze tools.

"I haven't said anything yet!" Zimao said with a glare.

"Isn't it just for the sake of not being plagued by border troubles in my Great Zhou, and taking the initiative to invite Ying to go and conquer the barbarians? I'm an old coppersmith, and I don't have the ambition to make a contribution, so let's go to Zimao. Guo coppersmith said.

Zimao couldn't hear Coppersmith Guo's avoidance of the important, but he really couldn't come up with any explanation, so he snorted coldly and turned around and walked out of the coppersmith's shop.