Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Didn't Fight a Weapon
"It would be nice to have a new stream of steel." The old man held the shaped sword in his hand, and felt a little sorry for a while. He is also a first-class craftsman, and even if he doesn't use his hands, he knows much more than the average person.
What he was thinking now was that if one of the four-fold twisted iron was new steel, then this sword would not be inferior to a famous weapon.
"This is for the sake of man, not for murder. However, this sword is enough to kill, but it can't be used to fight against famous weapons. ”
Xin Kun wiped her sweat, raised her sword and looked at it in front of her, without a hydraulic hammer, she hadn't done such a large piece of art by hand for a long time, and she was really a little unbearable.
However, she believes that she will sleep well, and when she was tired from studying before, she would strike iron to let herself be completely empty. After reading books for so many years, many of my friends are depressed, but she is still the same person she used to be.
Because she has a hobby that allows her to relax completely, she wears herself out half to death, washes the iron black off her hands, and sucks herself into a soft bed, she really can think of nothing.
She just hit this, just to tell the old man that the steel block of sixty-four flowers is nothing at all, as long as there is her, she can shoot the best weapon.
"You're hitting things just to look good?" The old man felt that his granddaughter was hopeless, a blacksmith or a master of weapons, who loved not the sharpness of weapons, but beauty. Isn't that a bit of a problem?
Of course, just now he was in the workshop with his granddaughter, and he felt happier than with his son. The son did not like to strike iron, and he felt that it was easier and more decent to do anything than to strike iron. He has always scoffed at the craftsmanship of the old man's family.
The old man is reluctant to force him as a son, and for many years, he has been so indulgent to the villagers that he has actually been hurt by his son. Since the son doesn't care about anything, then let these go into the coffin with him.
Now working with his granddaughter, although his granddaughter doesn't need him to teach anything anymore, he feels happy to be able to make one thing from his granddaughter and granddaughter. Except for this concept!
"How important it is to look good! Grandpa, which famous weapon in ancient and modern times is not the best looking. No matter what time it is, it's all about looking at the face! Xin Kun argued.
Anyway, the only thing she has in common with the ancient gods and soldiers she saw in major museums is that they are very, very beautiful!
The old man thought about it, he understood the thoughts of every craftsman, and played the best weapon in his heart, then they would use all their efforts to decorate the outside beautifully.
However, this is different from what her granddaughter said, people are the first to fight the gods. Instead of fighting a beautiful weapon like a granddaughter, and then pretending to be a divine soldier.
"I'll go back and make the swallow and the scabbard. Since it's going to look good, let's make it look better. "The old man is a parent who is used to children, so now, he decided to make this weapon look better.
"I won't learn this, I'm afraid of trouble." Xin Kun immediately shook his head.
The main reason for this is that she really doesn't know how to do it, and this is also troublesome, and she doesn't rely on this professionally to eat, so she doesn't want to put all her time on it. She is very clear, her major is still reading. She played with iron, really to decompress.
"If you are troublesome, you won't learn? I didn't say that you have to ask someone to make a condom. The old man scolded.
"That's right, grandpa, you teach me!" Xin Kun could also listen to the persuasion, and immediately said.
Xin Kun thinks about it, she is different from before, before her main job was reading, but now her main business is striking iron.
"You have to learn! I obviously like to be pretty, why do you put the cart before the horse? The old man was happy and took her home.
The Xin family's house in the village is the best, but it is also a courtyard-style brick house in the north.
As soon as he entered, the old man lived in the main hall; And Xin Kun now lives in the West Chamber.
The old man took him to see the East Chamber before, which was the so-called marriage room of Xin Kun's parents.
The main hall is still frequent, because it is also the hall of the whole family, and breakfast is eaten here. To the west is the old man's bedroom, and to the east is the usual place to relax. No matter what it is, Xin Kun has never been in, he has only been here for a few days, and he really hasn't come here yet.
Xin Ye brought Xin Kun into the east house, and there was a kang in the east room, and both sides of the kang were made cabinets according to the rules. There is also a shelf for antiques, but there are a few old bottles on it that can't tell what age they are, and they still look gray.
And against the south window, there is still an old desk, which looks really old, and there is a lot of putty in it, which has not been wiped clean.
The old man couldn't see it, so he took a set of tools out of the drawer, and rummaged through them on the other side.
"You can't do your job, and you're only halfway done with a sword. What did they literati say, they walked ninety-nine steps, but they were only halfway done. ”
"Those who walk a hundred miles are half ninety." Xin Kun smiled, she liked this sentence very much, and it was also one of her guidelines for doing things, the original text meant that a hundred miles away, and ninety miles can only be regarded as only half of the beginning. The closer you get to success, the more difficult it is, and the more you persevere to the end.
"That is, just like striking iron, this sword is formed, but it is not quenched. Really failed, the previous efforts are over. The old man nodded, he hadn't read much, but he had heard what people said, and he listened to it, and now he couldn't say it, but the meaning was clear.
"Yes!" Xin Kun nodded, that's what it meant. What the old man meant to her at this time, she understood.
The symbolic meaning of the Chinese sword is greater than the practical meaning, and the literati of the Han and Tang dynasties liked to hang a sword on their bodies. Therefore, the sword is also known as the king of short soldiers, which means the gentleman among weapons.
Just like the hilt of the sword that the old man is going to do now, it is not simple. It is divided into several parts: stem, lattice, head, hoop, rein, and spike.
She had read all of these from ancient books, and she felt a little dizzy at the time, who would have nothing to do this? And go to Longquan Sword Factory to see, there is a real assembly line, everything is done in the division of labor and cooperation, and finally assembled together.
At that time, it was really just a clumsy craft. Look at what the old man is doing now, is to carve on the sword hoop, a small chisel on the brass sword hoop carved tide pattern, this is a traditional ornament, there will be a sun on the sword head. Such a sword pattern must be matched with a red sword spike.
The sword of Yousui is called Wenjian, which is worn on the body of the literati nobles, evolved from the early sword reins, and has a certain use in swordsmanship routines. Although I don't know if it's really the Ming Dynasty now, the system should be about the same.
And the old man obviously wanted to make this sword more civil, he should still think that it was made of scrap steel, and he didn't have much confidence, so he made this sword like this, so that it could be sold to rich literati to put on a façade.
Is she going to say it? What kind of steel is used for this epee is important, but not the most important. This sword is won by weight! When this sword is hit, when the gravitational acceleration is accelerated, as long as the opponent does not use the weapon in the spear to block it with both hands, the ordinary sword will not be able to block it. Forget it, the things she fights are not real weapons.