When the little fat man went out, it was noon, and the scorching sun was overhead. The little fat man walks in the shade, and he can buy whatever he wants along the way, not to mention how happy he is! Going around and around, when I arrived at the blacksmith furnace (that is, the blacksmith shop), the blacksmiths were resting, and at noon, the sun was also shining, and the regeneration fire smashed iron, who could stand it? Why is it called a blacksmith furnace and not a blacksmith shop? When the blacksmith eats, he relies on a stove, and the people who say "blacksmith shop" are laymen, so which one is it? -- It's a small shabby house. More than one can be broken, ranked, blacksmith furnace, blacksmith furnace, set up the stove, pull the bellows, and give people iron, this is called blacksmith. It's not an elegant place either, so how can there be any elaborate shops? The house is just to keep out the wind, and the guy who eats has to point to this big stove!

The little fat man went in, looked left and right, these people were all lying down for a nap, and none of them opened their eyes.

"Ahem!" The little fat man deliberately made a little noise.

There was a slightly older one, like a master here, who got up and yawned: "Ouch, it's a hot day, you are ......"

The little fat man didn't say much, and took out a piece of silver: "I'm sorry for you to give me a scabbard." ”

"Scabbard? This can't be done," the blacksmith waved his hand, "this is a weapon, but it can be checked strictly, and this job cannot be taken." ”

The little fat man took out another ingot of silver: "Fighting a sword is a weapon, who can the scabbard hurt?" ”

The old blacksmith took the money, said "OK", and with a sharp hand and foot, the bellows were pulled, and the wind entered the furnace, and the flames in the hearth jumped straight up. Wake up a young apprentice, the iron to be forged first in the furnace to be burned red, and then the old blacksmith will move the red-hot iron to the anvil, the iron apprentice holds a sledgehammer for forging, the old blacksmith holds the iron tongs in his left hand to turn the iron, and the right hand holds a small hammer while directing the apprentice to forge with a specific striking method, while using the small hammer to modify the key position, in a blink of an eye, the scabbard is out of the oven.

The little fat man said, "I have to bother you, this scabbard must be white." ”

The old blacksmith looked at it and said, "This is white, don't look at it red, it will be white when it is immersed in water." ”

The little fat man said, "Yes, I know, but it's not white enough, it's still white." ”

The old blacksmith pondered for a moment: "According to your wishes...... Need to be white? ”

"Yes, the whiter, the better." The little fat man said.

It's not a problem, it's not easy to strike iron, isn't it easy to apply a layer of white? The old blacksmith turned to smear, and a white scabbard was handed to the little fat man. Anyone with a little common sense knows that iron is iron, white is white, the color of iron is not white, and generally everything smelted from iron is light gray. It was deliberately painted white because the sword to be contained in the scabbard could not be seen. Some people are prone to misunderstanding: if you can't see the light, then you should paint it black, how to paint it white? It is true that black and white are opposites, but those who have studied physics know that black absorbs all light, but white, which will reflect all light. Therefore, only when it is completely painted white can the sword in the scabbard be prevented from absorbing sunlight.

The little fat man held the scabbard, and it was done, and today's business was done. I don't have any other hobbies, eat, find a place to eat! As soon as he walked into the liquor store, the shopkeeper had to blast this fat man out - he didn't have any money on weekdays, and he was very good at eating, and the traders' couldn't beat people to death just because they ate for nothing, right? It's okay to eat one or two meals for nothing, and then come back, and the store won't do it. Well, the master who eats and drinks for nothing and doesn't give money every day, is this business still dry? When I inquired, the fat man's family had no money, and they were all eaten up by this fat man, so what else could there be? can only have a long heart, and when he sees this fat man, he will blast out. No, the fat man's front foot went in, and his right leg hadn't been lifted yet, and the shopkeeper saw it at a glance and pushed him out: "Let's go, don't make trouble, the owner said, if you come again, we have to go." ”

"Huh! This is not the case! The fat man took out the money, "If you still owe it before, you will pay it back today." ”

The shopkeeper looked at the silver in his hand, and he didn't know where this little fat man made a fortune, but if he was rich, he was an uncle, so he couldn't be lazy, so he hurriedly greeted: "Heh! I don't know Tarzan with eyes, I should be damned. You please come in, you please come in! ”

As soon as the little fat man came in, all the people who were eating and drinking in the house laughed: "Yo, fat man, when did you play with the sword?" The stubble at the table next to him: "The sword is not played, and there is only a scabbard left!" The hall burst into laughter. Before the change, no matter how others ridiculed him, the little fat man had to smile and grin and go over to eat something. Today is different, the fat man glanced at the crowd, snorted arrogantly, found a table and sat down, took out the silver and put it on the table, and instructed the shopkeeper: "Come on a few plates of meat, ask for a big piece!" "I was holding back to eat meat in the silver shop, but now I was happy, and I gnawed on the meat in a big gulp, and I didn't raise my eyes to look at others. Everyone else had to look at him, especially the ingot of silver he had placed on the table, and it so happened that there was a scabbard next to it. No one could figure out what was going on. Those who have those good things come to the fat man's table with a cup: "Hey, fat man, have you been rich lately?" The fat man stuffed his mouth full, nodded "mmmm" twice.

"This ...... Why is there no sword in the scabbard? ”

"Uh-huh." The fat man still only cares about eating.

"This scabbard has a strange color."

"Uh-huh......"

It was not interesting to ask for himself, so the man went back with the cup again. When I went back, my mouth was not idle, as if I had spied on some big secret, I pressed my voice and said to the people at the table: "Heh! What do I say, 'Don't be impressed for three days', don't look at this fat man who is lazy and can eat, do you think people can't find a job to do? Look at people now, heh, make a fortune! The heads of the people at the table were all put in the middle of the table: "Tell me, what's the matter?" The man covered his mouth with one hand and said, "This fat man is also pitiful, you all know it, right, it's too good to eat...... Eh, look, see that scabbard? Why do you say that there is a scabbard in light? These people with pricked ears were thoughtful, paused, and said, "Mmmm, yes, it seems that a good sword has been sold!" But who gave the sword? ”

"Shhhh You're not asking, it's not human words! Can he tell us this? Everyone laughed and continued to drink nonsense.

The little fat man didn't pay attention to listen to it, but three or two sentences were always delivered to his ears, and he felt ridiculous when he listened to it: either these people can sit and talk all day without rest, and those who dare to have feelings can tell everything like the truth. The little fat man burped and rubbed his belly, hey, it was so comfortable! Reaching out and holding the scabbard, he stood up with a "hey" sound, made a gesture of drawing the sword, put his hand on the scabbard, and slowly pulled it away, as if pulling the sword out of the scabbard, but no one could see where the sword was! The whole room looked stupid, looking at the fat man's action, obviously drawing a sword, what about the sword, what about the sword? Whoever looks at it can't figure it out. The fat man let out a long exhale, and then pretended to insert the sword into the scabbard, and then lowered the scabbard and sat down. smiled in his heart: "Okay, guess what I'm doing, see who makes up the most exciting story." "The fat man made this out, just because he played a role of eating and drinking on weekdays, which also complained to him, he couldn't eat enough, and his family couldn't afford to raise him, so he could only come out to find a place to eat and drink and be close to or ridiculed by others, so he pointed out that people were happy so that they could also get some food from the table, which was no better than a beggar! This kind of role is naturally not respected. In the past, others saw him laugh, but today he played tricks on others, and laughed at others in his heart, which can be regarded as a small satisfaction of his revenge, and he was in a much happier mood in an instant.

"Come on," the fat man called to the shopkeeper, "you guys are here...... Is there any fine wine? ”

"Yo~ You really know how to laugh, I'm afraid that there will be no wine in other places, and we are afraid that you won't drink enough here? How many do you come? ”

"I'm not coming," the fat man shook his head, "pick the best bottle of wine you have here, and I'll take it." Remember, the best. ”

"Gotcha!" The shopkeeper turned around and went to get the wine. People are right, are you still afraid that there will be no alcohol? It's easy to do. Although the shopkeeper doesn't know how to taste wine, the guest said that he wanted the best, so he just got a bottle of the most expensive bottle in the cabinet.

The shopkeeper trotted over, took the wine, and walked back, and the little fat man settled the account, took the wine and the scabbard and walked out in a dashing manner.