After Qin Hao paid the five-pattern silver to the soldiers guarding the city gate, he successfully entered the county seat of Wen.

Ancient cities are not comparable to those of the 21st century, not to mention that Wenxian County is just a small city with a population of about 100,000.

Qin Hao didn't bother to go shopping, and according to the route that Zhao Zilong had told him before, he walked all the way towards the only blacksmith shop in the city.

When turning an alley, Qin Hao saw a large number of people gathered in front of him, and there were bursts of commotion in the crowd from time to time.

Qin Hao curiously leaned over to look at it, and saw a strong man trying to lift a huge grinding disc on the side of the road.

"Come on, as long as you lift it up, the king blacksmith will give you a thousand pieces of silver as a reward!"

"This grinding disc weighs 5,000 pounds, and even ordinary strongmen may not be able to lift it. ”

"It's better to give up, there are already a dozen or so people who have failed before you. ”

Someone cheered on the strong man who was lifting the grinding disc on the field, and some people opened their mouths to mock.

"Hey!"

The strong man in the field shouted, and suddenly exerted all his strength, wanting to lift the 5,000-pound grinding disc in one go.

However, as soon as the strong man lifted the grinding disc a few centimeters from the ground, he let go.

"Alas, it has failed again, and from this morning to now, fifteen have failed. ”

Seeing that this strong man couldn't lift the grinding disc, someone at the scene sighed and said.

"It seems that there are no Hercules in our Wen County. ”

Someone else chimed in.

At this time, a particularly burly strong man suddenly squeezed through the crowd, swaggered to the millstone, and said, "Hahaha, you wastes also want to lift this millstone, go back and drink milk for a few years." ”

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him. ”

"It shouldn't be from our Wen County, right? Could it be from other places?"

The crowd of onlookers looked at the arrogant burly man in the field and whispered.

"Isn't it up to you to lift this millstone, and a thousand taels of silver will be mine?"

The burly man asked.

"The blacksmith king has said that whoever can lift this grinding plate, and who has more strength, will get a thousand lines of silver. ”

Someone replied.

"Hahaha, then I've got this thousand-striped silver, the people in your Wenxian County are all rice buckets, how can there be more than 5,000 catties of strong men?"

The burly man laughed wildly, completely ignoring all the people of Wenxian County present.

The people of Wenxian County present dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Because this burly man was so strong, and standing in the crowd, almost a head taller than everyone else, there was a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

"Look, see how I lift this five-thousand-pound millstone. ”

The burly man took off his coat on his upper body, revealing a strong muscle.

He crouched down, hugged the millstone with both hands, and then with a soft shout, he picked it up.

When the people of Wenxian County who were present saw this scene, they were all silent, who would dare to provoke a strong man who could lift this 5,000-pound grinding plate?

Bang!

The burly man lifted the grinding disc for more than ten seconds, and then threw the grinding disc to the ground, causing the entire ground to shake violently, and the marble floor was smashed into a large hole.

"Hahaha, I'm going to get a thousand pieces of silver, do any of you have any opinions?"

The burly man laughed wildly, and between the lines, he was full of disdain for the onlookers present.

No one answered.

"Since no one has an opinion, then I'll go get the money. ”

The burly man said this, and prepared to turn and walk towards a blacksmith shop by the side of the road.

"Wait, I have an opinion. ”

A young man who looked a little thin walked into the field.

Brush!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Hao's body.

Qin Hao walked into the middle of the field, and there were two grinding discs on the ground.

"Do you have an opinion?"

The burly man glanced at Qin Hao and found that Qin Hao was at least a head and a half shorter than himself, and his body looked a little thin, so he sneered, "As for your body that flies up when the wind blows, do you have an opinion about me?"

"Yes, I have a problem with you, because I haven't lifted the grinding disc yet, how do you know that you have the most strength?"

Qin Hao said lightly.

"Hehe, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard this year, you mean you have to lift the mill too?"

The burly man laughed.

"Otherwise, I'll come out and invite you to dinner." ”

Qin Hao teased.

"Haha. ”

A few people next to him couldn't help but be amused by Qin Hao.

The burly man's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Then you lift it, if you can't lift it, you are deliberately wasting Uncle Ben's time, be careful that Uncle Ben beats you." ”

In full view of everyone, Qin Hao leaned over and grabbed the handle on the side of the grinding disc with one hand.

"Does this young man want to lift this 5,000-pound grinding disc with one hand?"

"Impossible, this young man doesn't look as strong as me, can he lift it?"

"Doesn't this young man know that this millstone weighs five thousand pounds?"

The onlookers began to discuss.

"Boy, this grinding disc weighs 5,000 pounds, you want to lift it with one hand, don't laugh at it..."

The burly man's words stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly choked his throat, and he suddenly couldn't make a sound.