"Poof, Xiao Er, do you still want to go to the Miao family with your eldest brother? Your eldest brother will also take care of things, what about you? In addition to hunting, what do you have to make the Miao family look at, you kind of hunter, catch a lot in the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Zhuang Ban's wife spoke very harshly, but she was telling the truth.

Zhuang Zang opened his mouth, he thought that Zhuang Ban was here to ask them to go to Miao's house together, but now it seems that it is not.

Zhuang Chenglong seemed to be a little impatient.

"What my dad means is that he won't live at home in the future. There was already your family eating white rice at home, but now it's good, and there is a little beggar again. ”

Zhuang Ban immediately scolded and raised his hand at the same time.

"Xiaolong, how can you talk to your two uncles and not apologize to them. ”

Although he was scolding, he did not refute what he said.

Zhuang Zang's face was a little unsightly, but he hurriedly stopped Zhuang Ban.

"It's okay, big brother, what the child said is also true, Xiaosan and I should really find some work to do, and the injuries on my body are also healed, I will go to the city tomorrow to see if there are any coolies." ”

Zhuang Ban's face slowly improved, he mumbled, then turned around to pack up his belongings, and left with his family overnight.

After Zhuang Wenhua knew, he just sighed, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't even blame him, his big family was indeed supported by his eldest son, and now he moved away, it's nothing.

It's just that he is a little worried now, he used to fall ill when he was young, and now it hurts when it rains on a cloudy day, and he can't help at all. And Zhuang Zang was hunting a year ago, and encountered a demon beast, fortunately it was the lowest kind, and escaped with nine deaths, but he had an injury on his leg and couldn't exercise too much.

As for Mo Fan... Seeing that he was covered in injuries, I knew that he couldn't do anything.

At night, the three men of the Zhuang family sat around the kang head, Zhuang Wenhua couldn't help but sigh, but did not speak, Zhuang Zang gritted his teeth at this time and said.

"Daddy... It's really not okay, I'll go to the city tomorrow to join the adventure group, although I'm not a cultivator, but the archery technique is okay, and some low-level adventure groups should be ......"

Zhuang Wenhua shook his head directly.

"No, we mortals go to hunt demon beasts purely to find death, have you forgotten that you were chased by a lowest-level demon beast last time. ”

Zhuang Zang was a little unwilling.

"But if you join the adventure group, there will only be one mission every month, those things that the cultivators don't look down on are good things for us mortals, just sell a little, it's enough for our family to eat and drink for a month, if you are lucky, maybe you can make a small profit." ”

No matter how good he says, Zhuang Wenhua just disagrees.

"The wound on your leg is not yet healed, our mortal medicine is not as effective as the monk, your wound has been eroded by the venom of the demon beast, if it recurs, it is estimated that this leg will be useless." ”

Zhuang Zang sighed, and couldn't discuss the reason.

Zhuang Wenhua likes to smoke a lot, but when he gets old, he has a lot of problems with his body, so he doesn't smoke anymore, and today he is really bored, so he took it out and took a few puffs, and as a result, he choked.

"Ahem, it's really not good, I'll find those old friends of our family before, sell face, and go to be the shopkeeper for him......"

Zhuang Zang hesitated.

"But that's going to the inner city, there are not only our human races in the inner city, some races have hot tempers, and you're not a monk, so if you make them unhappy......"

His words are obvious, he is afraid that something will happen to Zhuang Culture.

Zuzhou's cultivation range is very wide, and mortals also know about cultivation, but Zuzhou is not so happy compared to Yanzhou, where even mortals can choose martial arts, no spiritual root, no talent, then you are a mortal in your life. And the disciples of the various sects also attach great importance to talent, and they divide their talents into four levels, using Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang. There is even some kind of measuring magic weapon designed for this purpose, which is specially designed to measure the talent of disciples.

This kind of thing is still very accurate, before Mo Fan, he should be a top-level talent of the Xuan Rank, which is already very remarkable, you must know that although Mo Fan is already the peak of the younger generation in Yanzhou. But compared with the geniuses of the major clans in Zuzhou, it is still a little worse. Of course, if you count Xiao Nian, Mo Fan's talent level is at least the early stage of the ground level, or even the intermediate level.

This is already a rare figure in this era of the human race, you must know that the human race has just experienced the era of the Monkey King, and when it fought with Buddhism, countless people were killed and injured, and even some ancient sects were extremely weak...... It is when it is most vulnerable.

Zhuang Wenhua also knew that this was true, but they had no choice, and a family of seven couldn't drink the northwest wind. Just when he was about to go to the inner city, Mo Fan, who had been silent on the side, suddenly said hoarsely.

"I'll strike iron..."

Zhuang Wenhua was stunned, this was the first time Mo Fan had spoken, and they all thought that Mo Fan was dumb at first. Although the voice is a little unpleasant, it is not open anyway.

"Ha, little three, you have little arms and legs, what kind of iron can you play, don't worry, if the second brother stutters, you can drink it, you ......"

"Uh, you have a lot of strength. ”

Mo Fan held Zhuang Zang's hand, Zhuang Zang found that he couldn't move, and finally used all his strength to break free, but looking at Mo Fan's appearance, he shouldn't have made any effort, and he was suddenly very surprised.

Although Mo Fan was already a mortal, he had extracted his body before, and his strength was much greater than that of ordinary mortals.

Zhuang Wenhua was also surprised, he didn't expect Mo Fan to be a blacksmith, you know, in Zuzhou, this kind of profession is very popular.

"Little San, I haven't asked your name all the time, what's your name?"

Mo Fan was silent, and finally said in his hoarse voice.

"My name is Sanfan... Since I am already a person of the banker's family, my previous surname is no longer used, so I am Zhuang Sanfan. ”

Three mortals, ordinary people, ordinary people, ordinary life.

He only hopes that the next few decades of life can be dull and let him finish the last journey of the flood famine.

Zhuang Zang and Zhuang Wenhua glanced at each other and nodded.

"Little San, you said you can strike iron, how far can you go?"

Zhuang Wenhua also entered the inner city when he was young, and he was a little discerning, like that kind of refining apprentice is already very good, as long as he helps the master water and watch the fire next to him, he has a few taels of silver every month, which is definitely enough for their Zhuang family to eat for a month.

Mo Fan's vocal cords had completely changed his voice, and he spoke very hoarsely, so he didn't want to say more.

"I can refine my own weapons. ”

He has no internal strength, he can't alchemy, but refining tools don't need internal force, mortal workshops can, he can only refine mortal divine weapons back then, which is not worth a point for senior monks, but for some mortals, even small families, it is definitely a thing that is hard to find, but now there is no internal force, whether he can play a divine weapon is still a small matter, but it is still trivial to play an ordinary weapon.

Zhuang Zang was very excited, today the eldest brother is gone, he thought that the future days would be bitter, but he didn't expect that he, the third brother who doesn't like to talk, still has this ability.

"Really, that's great, there are a lot of blacksmithing workshops in our outer city, and a few of them are opened by the Miao family, you can talk to the eldest brother and help the junior enter." ”

Zhuang Wenhua also nodded, if Mo Fan can really build weapons, then the money he earns alone can definitely help Zhuang survive this time, and when Zhuang Zang's leg injury is healed, he will be able to go into the mountains to hunt large prey.

The three of them chatted for a while, but Mo Fan remained silent until the old lady told them to rest, and the three of them left.

Mo Fan no longer slept in the firewood room, Zhuang Ban left, and their family had an empty big house, so they let Mo Fan move in.

Lying in the room, Mo Fan touched the scars on his face, didn't say anything, looked at the starry sky outside the window, and fell asleep.

The next day, Zhuang Zang took Mo Fan to find Zhuang Ban, at first Zhuang Ban still didn't believe that his cheap third brother could refine weapons, but as soon as Mo Fan arrived at the workshop, he directly picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it dozens of times, and every time he smashed it, the impurities in the embryo shape were knocked out a lot.

Needless to say, the master in the workshop directly said that Mo Fan could stay, and even the treatment was very high, only a little less than the master.

Ten taels of silver per month, and the weapons sold also have a commission, which can be described as very generous.

Zhuang Zang was excited to death, and Zhuang Ban was not unhappy, he was just a little snobbish, a man, who didn't want to climb to a high place, he used to drag a large family by himself, and he spent all his money every month, and now he can't buy a house in the city.

Now that his third brother has the ability to support the family, he is also relieved, and he told the master of the workshop a few words, and then left with Zhuang Zang, and Mo Fan naturally had to wait until he rested before going home.

In this way, Mo Fan's ordinary days began, starting from home before dawn every day, at first the old lady also helped him make breakfast, and then Mo Fan felt that this was not good for the old lady's health, the old lady was almost sixty, and she got up before dawn, he was very unhappy not to go, so he changed to eat a bowl of noodles by the stall in the city, every time he felt that something was missing, he missed Lao Li Noodle Restaurant a little.

The old lady thought it was a waste at first, but then Mo Fan brought fifty taels of silver home in one month, and they didn't say anything anymore, these fifty taels were enough for them for a year.

On ordinary days, there is nothing he is not used to, on the contrary, there is a feeling of being lost for a long time. He likes ordinary life from the bottom of his heart, otherwise he would not have been able to spend half of his life in his previous life.

As Mo Fan's craftsmanship gets better and better, his income has also increased dramatically, and he is also well-known in this small town, even if he is the head of the Miao family, he has personally met him.

Because Mo Fan has already refined high-grade weapons, mortal weapons, there are also three, six, nine and so on, and even more detailed than the cultivator's magic weapon. Except for a small number of divine soldiers who need the right time and place, the best is the top-level weapon, and Mo Fan is only in his twenties now, and he can already refine a high-level weapon, and the Miao family has to pay attention to it.