Two days later, in the early morning, Qian Jin came to Wang Youcai's workshop again.

After reading the tea, Wang Youcai invited Qian to come to the upper seat, and then took out a long wooden box from the back room. Qian Jin opened the box and saw that there were seven grids inside, and the knives and daggers he had built were placed in the grids. I have to say that this king is quite careful in his affairs.

Qian Jin picked out a Miao knife, checked it in his hand, and touched it for about four or five catties, the back of the knife was dark, but the blade was snow-white and shiny, and with a slight flick, it made a whining buzzing sound.

Wang Youcai had already moved out a wooden shelf for testing knives, and half of the armor was fixed in the middle. Qian Jin walked into the room, raised his knife over the top, and then slashed lightly, and the half of the armor was neatly disconnected from the middle, like papier-mâché.

"Good knives." Qian Jin couldn't help but praise.

Wang Youcai did not speak, but took out a dagger from the wooden box and handed it over.

Qian Jin took it and played with it. The dagger weighed about eight taels, and with a light scrape of his fingers on the blade, a bloody mark was actually rubbed. He swung at a plank ten meters away, and the dagger sank in.

Qian Jin showed a look of satisfaction and said with a smile: "There is King Lao in charge." ”

Wang Youcai bowed down and said: "Such a treasure knife, please also ask hundreds of households to name it, don't let it be buried." ”

Qian Jin thought for a while, and then said: "These two Miao knives are called Wind Thunder I and Wind Thunder II., and the daggers are called Dark Night I-V." ”

Wang Youcai praised: "The knife is like the wind, fast as thunder and lightning, good name." Then please wait a little longer. So the king called the man into the house, and whispered a few words, and the man took the knife and went out to engrave the words.

The two of them added some tea and sat down to continue chatting.

Half an hour later, all the knives had been carved and sent over. After Qian Jin read it a little, he was very satisfied, put it in the wooden box, and prepared to leave.

Wang Youcai hurriedly said: "Baihu wait for a while. Then he took out forty taels of silver from the inner room.

"What does the king mean?"

"Don't be suspicious of the hundred households, this time to build a sword, there is still some of those meteoric irons left, and the grass people dare to ask the hundred households to sell it to me."

It stands to reason that this workshop will never tell the customer how much material you used, and only need to hand over the goods as required to complete the contract. Let's not talk about the character of this king, but the business is quite good. Qian Jin couldn't help but glance at him, so he said softly: "It's not a big deal, the king will take it." ”

"Then thank you to Baihu. In the future, there are hundreds of households that need to build utensils and hand them over to the grass people, and you will be satisfied. ”

When Qian Jin heard him say this, he asked casually: "Steward Wang, I don't know if you can build a musket here?" ”

"What Baihu said is a fire gun? Not only firearms, but also copper cannons and iron cannons can be made. It's just that firearms are more time-consuming and laborious, and the imperial court doesn't buy much, and the profits are also very average, and they can't make money compared to a kitchen knife. ”

This king is rich, and he tells the truth. Businessmen make heavy profits, and he will make whatever makes money. Kitchen knives make money because every household has to use them, and the more people who buy them, the more money they make. Where there is money, there will naturally be competition, and the workshop will find out to improve the quality of kitchen knives. In this way, the kitchen knife manufacturing technology has been improved.

And the largest buyer of firearms was only the imperial court. If the imperial court did not pay attention to firearms, it would be difficult for the technology of making firearms to progress. Qian Jin also knows a little about Guanhaiwei's arsenal, which is currently mainly based on swords and bows and arrows, and firearms and cannons are only used together. Even so, the firearms in it are some years old, and it is difficult to say whether they can be used.

Qian Jin wanted to discuss the development of the musket with Wang Youcai again, but he opened his mouth but stopped. Speaking of which, everything needs money.

……

Coming out of the workshop, Qian Jin rushed to Xifeng Building with a wooden box on his back.

Today he made an appointment with Luo San and a few people to have morning tea there. It's been almost ten years since I met these three Fa Xiao, and he is going to leave for the capital to catch the exam soon, and I don't know when the next time we meet, so I made an appointment to get together today.

When he arrived at a fortune-telling stall, Qian Jin couldn't help but pause.

The location of this fortune-telling stall is not very good, other fortune-telling stalls are set up in crowded places, but this fortune teller chose a quiet place. Look at the fortune teller, about forty years old, wearing a scribe's hat, wearing a long shirt, and a wisp of goat's whiskers on his chin, he has a bit of a fairy wind bone, but he looks very raw.

Somehow, Qian Jin always felt that something was wrong when he looked at the fortune teller. The fortune teller himself could not see the problem, and the food and everything did not look like a fraud. At this time, a merchant on the opposite side happened to open for business. Qian Jin suddenly became enlightened: How can anyone come out early in the morning to tell fortunes.

After thinking about this, Qian Jin smiled and prepared to leave. The fortune teller hurriedly got up and said in a thick northern accent, "Childe, please stay." ”

Qian Jin's newly raised foot stopped again, turned around and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The fortune teller walked up to him, stroked his beard lightly, and said with a smile: "A fortune teller in the contemptible floating world is just a fortune teller, and a small name is not enough to remember." Childe is going north recently? Why don't I test you a word, how about a good luck? If you don't count it, you won't be charged. ”

Qian Jin touched his nose and was about to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fortune teller's cloud-headed official boots. He sneered in his heart, and then walked over to the fortune-telling booth and sat down, and saw what he was going to do.

The fortune teller raised his hand and made a gesture of please. Qian Jin picked up a brush on the table and wrote the word "fire" on the paper next to him.

"Let's ask the immortal master to test the word 'fire'." Qian Jin said indifferently.

The fortune teller picked up the piece of paper, thought about it for a moment, and said, "The one who is on fire, the thing that rises." There is a person in the middle of the word 'fire', one on the left and one on the left, which also refers to people. It seems that Gongzi is in the north, and this trip will be supported by nobles, and the future is limitless. ”

Qian Jinxin said that he was thinking about the musket all the way, so he wrote the word 'fire' at random. If you write the word 'water', is it also a noble person to help? Qian Jin did not comment on the fortune teller's words, he didn't believe in fortune telling.

He originally wanted to find out the origin of this fortune telling, but he didn't know that the other party was also not revealing a drop of water, and he was still waiting for the appointment, so he didn't plan to waste time. So he put a few pennies on the table, said "there is work", and got up and left.

The fortune teller did not keep it, and when he was far away, he took out a notebook and wrote on it:

Guanhai City Qian Jin, born on the winter solstice in the twelfth year of Hongzhi, showed talent in the twenty-seventh year of Hongzhi, and raised people in the first year of Renwu, with a calm and sophisticated personality.

After writing, the fortune teller was silent for a long time, and muttered: "Suzaku from the south, will it be this money in?" ”

…………

When they arrived at Xifeng Building, Luo San and the others were already waiting there.

Ten years later, they are no longer the open crotch pants of the past.

The fat man is still as fat as ever, but his body has been raised. Leopards are the strongest, and their skin is tanned by the sea breeze. Kuroko is still so thin, the shortest of the three. The three of them, the fat man and the leopard, have all gone home to help, and only Kuroko is studying in the private school as always.

When the three of them saw the money coming in, they hurriedly got up and greeted them.

"Brother Jin, I've been waiting for you all morning. I've had a round of it. The fat man preemptively said.

"I don't even know how to leave some for me, and I haven't had breakfast." Qian Jin scolded with a smile.

"I can't call my brother in the future, I should call Master Qian." Sun Bao said with a smile.

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Nonsense, I will still be your good big brother in the future." ”

Sun Bao has changed a lot in the past two years, although he still likes to pat on the back so much, but he has calmed down a lot. At the beginning of the year, he began to run boats with his family and saw a lot of the world. Of course, Qian Jin is also most worried about him, the sea is ruthless, maybe one day he will lose his life if he is unlucky.

Qian Jin asked how the sunspot was preparing for the exam. Heizi smiled shyly and said, "The boss has already lifted people, and if I can't win Xiucai, I just hit the wall." ”

"Oh? This is a great event, there should be wine ...... at this moment."

……

Seeing that several small hairs already have their own goals, Qian Jin is also very pleased. People live for a lifetime, not to be vigorous, but to live clearly.

When they were separated, Qian Jin gave them a dagger to defend themselves and told them not to use it easily. He still understands the truth of his guilt.