Zhao Xian shook the silver in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, put it into his arms in Xiangbo's distressed gaze, pointed to the iron signboard with his thumb, and said: "This is what I wrote, if you want to ask for words, this bit of silver is not enough." ”

The signboard is indeed written by Zhao Xian himself, but it is not a school of its own, he used to copy according to the calligraphy of the willow font, practiced the brush for a few days, and the writing was not good. After coming to this world, Zhao Xian was forced to practice calligraphy by Huayu every day, and in order to fool her, he wrote a pair of words to show her, wanting to prove that he could write, and he didn't have to practice every day. Sure enough, Zhao Xian's words are only three points like, and the shape seems to have no charm, which also makes Huayu feel pleasantly surprised, but what Zhao Xian didn't expect is that Huayu not only did not relax, but forced him to practice calligraphy more severely, for more than ten years, fools can write well, not to mention Zhao Xian, who still has a little foundation.

As soon as Zhao Xian's voice fell, the old man had not yet spoken, and on the carriage behind, there was a burst of laughter like silver bells, and a little girl leaned out of the window and said coquettishly: "Silly big man, if you can write this good word, I am afraid that there will be no reader in Daliang." ”

Immediately, several guards also looked at each other, looking incredulous.

The old man also thinks so, if Zhao Xian is a reclusive foreign master and a general, he may believe that a reader who can write a good poem is really not like a serious reader, how can he stoop to be a small blacksmith.

The old man touched his gray beard, did not speak, and his expression did not change, but the dislike in his eyes, Zhao Xian could feel it personally.

Since this old guy didn't believe it, Zhao Xian was not interested in explaining, so he waved his hand and said: "Looking at your identity and dress, you must be either rich or noble, but I didn't expect that I don't even understand the truth that people can't look good, since that's the case, please go back, don't block me from doing business." ”

The old man was suddenly awakened by Zhao Xian's casual words, and secretly thought: "This kid doesn't seem to be a fake, is he really a master with great talents?" The old man couldn't help but look at Zhao Xian a few times, but unfortunately, he still didn't see that Zhao Xian looked like a scholar, so he touched his beard and said: "Since Xiaoyou thinks he has some knowledge, why bend here to be a blacksmith, with Xiaoyou's physique and this good poem, not to mention the imperial examination, even if he joins the army to serve the country, it is more than enough to be a centurion." ”

Zhao Xian pursed his lips and said secretly: "You think I want to be a blacksmith, but compared to going to the battlefield to die, in fact, being a blacksmith is nothing. He went into the house and restarted the iron, and said with no interest: "It is better to be a blacksmith than to die, and what is so rare about a centurion." ”

"Humph!"

As soon as Zhao Xian's voice fell, the old man's face sank instantly, and he turned around and went to the carriage with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly: "A dignified man, instead of being loyal to the country and establishing a great cause, he shrunk back and stole a life with this projectile land, and shamelessly spit out this absurd words. ”

Immediately, several guards also spat on the ground, and just now they admired Zhao Xian's sturdy figure, but they didn't expect it to be a boneless soft goods, stop here, and they are sorry for the horse under the crotch.

The horses seemed to agree with the old man's words, and snorted a few times in response.

"Stop!" Zhao Xian's body froze, and he walked out with a black face.

The old man stopped, didn't look back, looked at the snow-capped house in front of him, and said lightly: "Do you still have something to say?" ”

Zhao Xian came to the door, spat violently, looked at the guards on the horse, and said: "As a man, it is your duty to be loyal to the country, but you serve the country with your body, but the country treats your life as a child's play, I want to ask, what is the use of this national report?" ”

"Presumptuous!" Immediately, one of the guards immediately drew his knife, and with a light tap on the horse's back, he flew into the air like an eagle spreading its wings and flew towards Zhao Xian.

This man is of medium stature, his expression is always the same as his wife's being caught, a long knife, floating in the snow, his thick robe is hunting in the wind, just looking at the momentum is terrifying, his eyes are indifferent without the slightest emotion, and at first glance he is the master who often kills.

Zhao Xian's strength, it is okay to deal with Huang Tianba, Ling Xian and other half-hangers, the guard knife is light, and the defenseless is definitely not an opponent, he immediately put his hand on the fire gun on his waist, although it may not be a dead person, the sound is enough to frighten people, and it is not bad to escape while there is chaos.

"Bi Chun, let him finish his words." The old man's face was gloomy, but in the middle of Zhao's gossip, he killed him, which was a little regrettable.

The old man turned and walked towards the stone table outside the blacksmith's shop, and Xiang Bo immediately walked over, wiped the snow off the stone bench, and put a soft cushion on it for the old man to sit on.

Bi Chun didn't hesitate at all when he heard this, he stepped back to the ground on tiptoe, glanced at Zhao Xian coldly, and signaled him to explain his last words quickly.

Zhao Xian sighed, it seems that this old man is still a little interesting, since he sits down to talk, he is not in any danger.

Zhao Xian smiled lightly, also went to the stone table, sat down with the old man unceremoniously, and said: "I said this, naturally there is a reason, Changzhou and Jinling border, every March, there are countless hot-blooded men, gathered from all over the country, passing by outside the city of Changzhou to rush to Jinling, to resist the attack of the Northern Qi, when they pass by every year, I will look at the city, for them to send a glass of Zhuangxing wine, because I have hardly seen them come back alive, knowing that they are going to die, they are all heroes, I Zhao Xian admired, 'drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, How many people came back to fight in ancient times, it seems to be heroic, but the sadness covered in it, how many people can feel it? ”

Warriors should not be afraid of life and death, but Zhao Xian felt worthless for those hot-blooded men, because they died unjustly, and their deaths were worthless, just because of the incompetence of the imperial court, they had to die meaninglessly.

Several guards on the horse, with a look of approval in their eyes, although they can't chant poetry, but they have a deep understanding of the meaning, those who dare to go to the battlefield never plan to go back alive, as long as they can be loyal to the country, why should the husband die?

The little maid in the carriage who was looking for fault stopped talking at this time, but changed to a slender jade hand, lightly lifted the curtains, and listened attentively.

"A few people from the ancient battles...", this sentence seemed to poke the pain of the old man, and his gloomy face gradually dissipated, and Hua let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said: "Little friendly and talented, the old man is dressed in a horse, so he has this feeling, you understand these things at a young age, why don't you go to the battlefield to give your blood, but stoop here and say those discouraged words?" ”

Zhao Xian was helpless for a while, he said it so clearly, this old man still let him go to the battlefield, knowing that he was dying, and he was going to go, they were all admirable heroes, but he knew that he died in vain, and he still wanted to go, that is, he had a problem with his brain.

Zhao Xian sighed and continued: "Those soldiers who died one by one are certainly respectable, but I feel worthless for them, because they died in the nest. ”

"Nonsense!" The old man's face turned cold, he raised his hand to the sky and hugged his fist, and said solemnly: "They died for the beam, died for the saint, and sacrificed their lives for the country, why is it not worth saying?" Where do you say that? ”

This old man is probably an official, as soon as he heard that the Liang army was not good, he immediately turned his face, and several guards next to him also bared their teeth.

Seeing that they didn't admit it, Zhao Xian got up and ran into the house, took out two snow-bright big knives, and walked out.

"Protect the master!" Ah Xiang was immediately frightened, a white crane spread its wings, flew down in front of the old man, and several guards around him also 'brushed' their waist knives and looked at Zhao Xian cautiously.

"I'm not old enough to move." The old man pushed Ah Xiang away angrily, looked at the official knife in Zhao Xian's hand, frowned, and said: "Xiaoyou, I don't look like a person with a meritorious status, and the crime of hiding a blade is not small, what do you mean?" ”

Zhao Xian threw the knife on the table, sat down again, and said: "I am a blacksmith, all the knives of the errand in Changzhou are all beaten by me, and it is normal to have a few official knives, as long as you don't take them out and use them, no one will care." ”

The old man thought about it, although the law was extremely strict, but there were special times, if the blacksmith could not hold a sword, he could not let the army forge it himself.

The old man looked at the two knives on the table, one was an ordinary official knife, the standard equipment of ordinary soldiers and errand soldiers, which could be seen everywhere, and the other was a special long knife, the blade was nearly four feet long, which was a lot longer than an ordinary official knife, and the workmanship was much better.

The old man's eyes lit up slightly, he took out the long knife, wiped the blade lightly, nodded and praised: "Good knife, but unfortunately, it collapsed." ”

Zhao Xian's own knife, the quality is naturally not bad, he picked up the official knife on the table, knocked on the stone table casually, and said: "The casting method of the official knife is to directly melt the ore into molten iron, and then in the mold, the surname is cast at one time, at most a few times in the later stage, what is the use of this broken thing?" Not to mention killing, I'm afraid that cutting down trees will collapse, the army of Daliang, taking this kind of broken iron to fight, isn't it going to die? Can't the girder even be equipped with a decent knife? ”

After speaking, Zhao Xian took Huang Tianba's long knife and swung it down at the official knife, the official knife broke in response, bursting into a little spark, but the long knife only broke into a small hole, which shows how poor the quality of the official knife is.

Soldiers are born and die for the country, and the country can't even be satisfied with a weapon in hand, if it can't be done, it's just that, but the sword of a high-ranking official and literati is a hundred times stronger than the official sword, and these high-quality swords can be used for those 'elegant people' who chant poetry all day long in addition to making ornaments? For example, the beautifully crafted sword on the waist of this little old man, in addition to being good-looking, can it also be used to cut people?

How could the old man not understand this truth, he sighed leisurely, glanced at the long knife in Zhao Xian's hand, and asked, "This knife, Xiaoyou probably took a lot of time to cast." ”

Zhao Xian nodded, this knife is a gift to Huang Lao Dart's birthday, folded and forged more than 30 times, it took nearly a month to complete it, a good knife, how can it be made without a little effort.

The old man touched the broken official knife, shook his head and sighed, and said: "There are hundreds of thousands of people in the Great Liang army, and the blades consumed are more than one million, and the imperial court can't let everyone use such a good knife, and the same is true for the Northern Qi army. ”

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This book is a completely empty era, and all the names of the place are fictitious, and any similarities are purely coincidental.