The hardware store is actually a blacksmith shop, the first floor of the old building facing the street was rebuilt, there is a small courtyard behind it, which is used to strike iron, and the first floor is Zhou Tong's home. As for the so-called nuisance, there is no such thing, the buildings in the civilian area are similar to the dormitory buildings that will be demolished in the memory of the previous life, one or even two families live in one room, dozens of families share the kitchen and toilet on one side of the corridor, and the corridor is noisy and noisy all day long, which has long been covered up by the sound of iron.

Ling Li checked the work to be done today, and then glanced at the hunting knife that was being forged in the furnace, only to find that the long knife that had been dismantled had broken in half, and only about half a meter long remained.

"As for the other half of the knife, it has to be forged together, or it can't be repaired." Lin Li came out and said to Zhou Tong.

"Forge?" Zhou Tong looked at Ling Li and smiled, "The tip of the knife can't be found, you are not going to the field for training soon, it is still a little dangerous." This broken knife is only a gift for you, and you can change it yourself according to the style you like. ”

Ling Lileng paused, the alloy material for forging weapons is very expensive, the worst knife weighs two kilograms, and the broken knife is less than two kilograms, but the material alone is worth half a year's salary. Unexpectedly, Zhou Laohan is usually famous for slamming the door in this area, but this time he was suddenly so generous. At the moment, he was happy in his heart, and bowed to Zhou Laohan: "Then thank you very much." ”

"Hurry up, I'm afraid that you will encounter some accidents, and you don't even have a weapon to defend yourself. These days, it's hard to find a cheap and capable job like you. Zhou Tong waved his hand and turned his face to the sun that was about to be covered by the tall city wall, "Do your job well, if you let the guests find out, you will be deducted from your salary!" ”

Ling Li spent nearly an hour repairing the three iron pots, an iron basin, and the deformed helmet. At this time, it was already dark, and the people who worked in the building had already gone home, and it was time to cook dinner, and the whole five-story brick and concrete building was even more noisy.

Ling Li used tongs to pinch the red-hot broken knife out of the furnace, feeling that the weight of the broken knife was nearly double that he expected, about three and a half kilograms. It stands to reason that after such a long period of forging, this half of the blade should be a little soft, but it still feels very hard. Putting the red blade on the cutting board, Ling Li smashed the hammer with one hand a few times, although the sparks were scattered, but the blade of the broken knife was almost not deformed under the heavy blow.

Zhou Tong heard the voice and entered the courtyard from the front, glanced at Ling Li, who was striking iron, and said, "You can't beat this thing, have you drawn the knife pattern you drew before?" ”

Ling Li nodded, and gestured to the iron case on the other side.

Zhou Tong walked over, picked up the brown paper with the knife pattern drawn by Ling Lil next to the iron case, and looked at it by the light of the fire in front of the stove: "This is a machete?" ”

"It's called a recurve knife, isn't it?" Ling Li threw the half-cut knife back into the stove and protested loudly in his mouth.

The good Gurkha scimitar, when it reached Lao Zhou's mouth, forced Ge to suddenly drop several levels.

"Well, this looks very good for slashing, but the effect of the stabbing is greatly reduced." Lao Zhou only glanced at it, and then figured out the principle, "The shape of this knife tip needs to be modified a little, and it should be tilted outward." ”

"You're a blacksmith, it's up to you to change it."

Zhou Tong held a dry tobacco stick in his mouth, threw the kraft paper in his hand aside, returned to the house, and limped out with a black hammer in his hand. He placed the hammer on the iron case, turned around, and picked up the tongs.

"Hmm, what kind of material is this blade, and you need to use a special hammer?" Ling Li asked, reaching for the hammer to take a closer look.

Zhou Tong squinted at him and didn't say anything.

Ling Li held the handle of the metal hammer, stretched out his hand to lift it, but did not lift it, and stretched out his left hand again, and his hands mustered up enough strength to move the small hammer more than ten centimeters away from the iron case. He was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Zhou Tong after putting down the hammer.

"Don't look at it, this thing is made of star meteorite iron, it weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms, it's not a martial artist, so it can't be used at all." Zhou Tong said to Ling Li, he put the red half-truncated knife on the anvil, grabbed the hammer with one hand and slashed it, and sparks suddenly splashed on the anvil.

Ling Li had originally known from books that martial artists were very powerful, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, the difference in strength between martial artists and martial disciples was simply worlds apart. When Zhou Tong was wielding the sledgehammer, the surface of the hammer seemed to be shrouded in a faint red light, which should be the so-called star source power. Being able to absorb and use the source power of the stars is a sign of entering a relatively advanced martial arts realm.

Zhou Tong was concentrating on striking iron, while Ling Li stood aside and observed carefully, thoughtfully.

The small blacksmith shop fell silent, and some of them only had the sound of clanging iron, and the material of this broken knife did not seem to be ordinary metal.

Half an hour passed, Zhou Tong picked up the iron kettle he brought, and sprayed some green juice onto the formed knife body, which glowed red under the reflection of the fire.

"This blade is mixed with some star meteoric iron, but it can be regarded as tough, and it is also a good weapon in the martial arts stage. You set the handle of the knife yourself, and there are some scraps of animal skins in the yard, so you find two suitable pieces and sew a scabbard yourself. Zhou Tong threw the knife on the iron case and limped back to his back room.

He had closed the shop before he came to strike the iron, and Ling Li returned to the shop with the blade of the knife with the handle of the knife, and began to set the handle of the knife by the dim light. The original handle was made of translucent horns, but the silk thread wrapped around the handle of the knife is something unknown, and the material is very tough.

Since it was his first weapon, Ling Li was very carefully wound. After wrapping the handle of the knife, I waved it casually, and it felt a little heavier. I took a closer look at the curved blade that was more than half a meter long, and the Gurkha scimitar I originally thought of was changed into the shape of four different shapes by Zhou Tong, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He came to the courtyard, turned out two small pieces of animal skins from the pile of miscellaneous materials, wrapped the blade, put it in his school bag, and then said goodbye to Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong was cooking, and the aroma of boiled meat wafted out from the kitchen, making Ling Li swallow a few saliva involuntarily.

Lao Zhou poked his head out of the kitchen, "Remember to come over on time tomorrow afternoon, and your salary will be deducted if you are late!" This guy said as usual, and there was no intention of leaving Ling Li to have dinner together.

Coming out of Zhou Tong's house, there seemed to be a couple quarreling in the corridor, the fierce woman pointed at the thin husband and scolded, and the neighbors were fighting, persuading, and watching the excitement.

Everything is very real and very interesting in life......

Out of the building, following the familiar route in his memory, Ling Li walked all the way home.

There are no street lights on the streets of the civilian area, and Ling Li drags his thin and tired body, through the dim light from the shops on the street, as if he is in a movie on the old Shanghai beach. The worn-out leather shoes stomped on the potholed ground, making an unrealistic echo......