Wang's iron shop in the east of the city

One of the largest iron shops in the city is famous for its exquisite craftsmanship.

Running all the way from the west of the city to the east of the city, Tang Wuwei only had a little sweat drops on his forehead, and he said hello to a few strong men and blacksmiths at the door, and then went into Wang's iron shop.

Inside the shop, the left and right walls are hung with all kinds of swords, guns, swords, halberds, which make people shudder at a glance.

At this moment, the two masters are inscribed with the pattern of the weapon, and the small carving knife against the weapon is like a purple brush depicting Danqing, and several dark flowers leap out between the clouds and flowing water.

Tang Wuwei is deeply attracted by such a miraculous skill, and he often thinks about how good it would be if he could have such a skill, and he would never work hard to make a living, and he could eat a meal of meat from time to time.

"Little Wuwei is coming"

The deep and deep voice woke up Tang Wuwei, who had fallen into his imagination, and he looked at the kind-looking inscription master on his left, scratched the back of his head and said, "Hello, Master Liang." ”

Seeing his slightly cramped appearance, Master Liang slowly walked to the corner of the wall like a mirror, reached out and felt into a pile of discarded wood chips, and took out a package wrapped in a small floral cloth and stuffed it into Tang Wuwei's arms.

"Take it, or you'll be hungry for days." ”

"It's... Master Liang thank you so much, when I pick enough condensing grass tomorrow, I'll send it to you immediately," Tang Wuwei said with a grateful face.

Master Liang smiled and gently knocked on his head and said, "Come in, it's a little later, Lao Wang will definitely take a long cigarette stick and leave a few bruises on your head." ”

"Hmm!"

After Tang Wuwei left with the package

Another inscription master asked, "Old Liang, why do you keep the leftover condensation grass for this kid every time? ”

"Wuwei boy's life is hard, he has no father since he was a child, his mother worked hard alone to pull him until he was ten years old and died, and now he has to live alone at such a young age, it is extremely difficult, I can help a little bit..."

"These days, it's good to be able to have a full meal, and still have the heart to care about the lives and deaths of others?" another inscription master snorted lightly.

Master Liang didn't reply, and after smiling slightly, he picked up the small carving knife again and worked hard...

At this time, Tang Wuwei had already come to the backyard of Wang's iron shop.

I saw a leafy tree, an old man in his sixties lying on a bamboo chair, smoking a dry cigarette, every puff down, the face full of years of erosion will show an extremely comfortable expression, as if all the beauty in the world is not worth a long cigarette in his hand.

This old man is Wang Xuance, the owner of Wang's iron shop.

It wasn't until a roll of tobacco leaves burned that Wang Xuance hung his head and hooked his finger at Tang Wuwei and said, "Boy, take it!"

Hearing this, Tang Wuwei immediately stepped forward and handed over the package, and then stood aside respectfully, while Wang Xuance took out a few copper plates with two fingers and threw them to him.

I was about to put the copper plate in my pocket, but I felt that the weight in my hand was a little more than usual, so I couldn't help but count the number of copper plates.

"Don't order it, old man, if I'm not mistaken, today is your boy's birthday, and the extra copper plate should be rewarded to you" Wang Xuance said indifferently.

Wouldn't it, old man Wang, who has always been known for being stingy, remember my birthday? For a while, Tang Wuwei felt flattered and didn't know what to do.

After calming down, he bowed down and thanked, "Thank you Lord Wang for the reward"

"Okay, hurry home! Don't disturb the old man's sleep," after speaking, Wang Xuance ignored him anymore.

Seeing this, Tang Wuwei had to bow down and leave.

After coming out of Wang's iron shop, after a long time, he seemed to be in a sweet dream, and he only knew a strong smirk, even if such a move attracted the sideways of pedestrians on the road, Tang Wuwei did not restrain himself at all.

Since his mother died, Tang Wuwei would pick condensation grass to sell every day, but the amount picked each time was very small, and other merchants couldn't look down on it at all, only Wang Xuance saw that he was pitiful and accepted his condensation grass, and agreed that the condensation grass picked in the future could be sold to Wang's iron shop, so that Tang Wuwei had a bite to eat.

However, Wang Xuance is very stingy, and every time he will deduct the copper plate for various reasons, Tang Wuwei will be angry at first, but when he thinks that Wang Xuance let him survive, he can only swallow his anger, and he is used to this back and forth.

Who would have thought that such a stingy person would remember his birthday, for a while, Tang Wuwei felt the warmth of being cared for for a long time, and there was the current scene.

Suddenly, a burst of scent pulled him out of his smirk, and looking in the direction from which the fragrance came, a family's overcrowded bun shop appeared in front of him.

Take a closer look

Accompanied by the boiling water in the iron pot, the hot steam wraps each drawer of buns tightly, even if the buns are wrapped in a piece of oiled paper, it still can't help but prevent the naughty juice from overflowing, but it is this that appropriately coats the buns with a layer of fatal temptation, making every diner linger.

Looking at it, Tang Wuwei also fell into the infinite magic of the bun and couldn't extricate himself.

"Young man, my buns are delicious, do you want to buy one and try it?"

I don't know if the buns are too fragrant, or the shop in front of him is too enthusiastic, Tang Wuwei couldn't help blurting out and asked, "How many copper plates are the buns?"

"Just two copper plates," the shopkeeper smiled.

Two copper plates can buy half a catty of broken wheat, enough for me to eat for several days, and after thinking about it, Tang Wuwei immediately waved his hand, "Don't buy it, I'm not hungry yet"

Although he said this, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the bun in the drawer, and then took a deep breath of the aroma before turning away...

As the sky got late, the 'loaded' Tang Wuwei returned to his 'home'.

It's not so much a 'home' as a dilapidated thatched hut, not even a thatched hut.

This 'home' is surrounded on all sides by walls made of mud mixed with dry grass and dried, and I don't know whose hand it is, the walls are piled up crookedly, not to mention, but also like the face of an old man, it is full of ravines, and a vertical broken wooden board is used as a door, which has no effect of blocking the wind and rain, and the roof is made of tree branches and a layer of thatch, which can be torn down by the slightest strong wind, and in case of heavy rain, the house will surely become flooded.

Although the 'house' was shabby, it was exceptionally clean, with pots and pans neatly arranged, and a small wooden bed for resting.

is such a 'house' where a thief will not have the slightest patronage, but it has become the most beautiful place in Tang Wuwei's heart.