The lonely snow is wandering, and thousands of miles are frozen. /p

Autumn has just arrived, and the northernmost town of the snow country has already snowed, showing the appearance of being covered in silver in the eyes of the world. However, in the eyes of the locals, the snow white here is not fresh enough, with some dryness, just like the houses they built for life, thick and lifeless. As far as the eye can see, only a small courtyard named Tian Zeqin is quite chic, but this small courtyard with a fence and a stone screen also has only two low rooms - a house and a study. /p

The unique appearance of the small courtyard seems a little arrogant in the town, but as the only private school in the town, it has become a matter of course in the eyes of the locals, so as to reflect the temperament that a scholar should have. It's a pity that the teacher didn't say goodbye a few years ago, and the name of the private school existed in name only, but fortunately, there was still a student of his living in it, and he didn't let the town of Lang Lang die. /p

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When the night had not yet receded, a thin young man wearing a thick jacket walked out of the house in Tianzeqin's small courtyard, and when he saw that the courtyard was submerged in the heavy snow last night, his face showed a trace of sadness, and after sighing, he took a shovel from the room; /p

Just like the thin bones of a young man, he doesn't have much strength, and after a few swings of the shovel, he looks out of breath. But he didn't give up, but before dawn, cleared a walkway that was full of people, and then came to the study and began his daily morning class. /p

Compared with the simplicity of the small courtyard, the study room is exquisite. Entering the room, you can see a pair of columns, and there is a couplet hanging on the columns: Happiness is silent but filial piety, and it is too beautiful and flavorful to read. There are also rows of bookshelves on the left and right sides of the study, and the signs indicate that the collection of books here covers everything from history to scriptures. /p

The boy stood in front of the bookshelf on the left, took out a copy of "Confucius" that he had studied earlier, and after resuming his studies, he took a copy of "The Book of Virtues" from the bookshelf that he had never read. /p

Reviewing the past can learn the new, but can not answer questions, the master is not there, and the collection of books in the study has become the silent teacher of the young man. /p

Perhaps the reason he learned today was too profound, and the young man frequently went back and forth between the bookshelf and the table, until he accidentally bumped into the corner of the table when he got up, but he did not rub his knees that made him hurt and couldn't move, but looked at the empty study and was stunned, and recalled in his mind the teachings of the master who always wore a linen shirt and followed the rules: "There is no cliff in the sea of learning, and you must not be quick to see small profits." ”/p

The Master's words and teachings are as if they were yesterday. /p

The young man who came back to his senses had a wry smile on his face, shook his head, closed the "Book of Virtues" in a low mood, and then pulled out the bookmark that was originally placed in the middle of the book and clipped it back to the first page. /p

It is inevitable that there will be heavy gains and losses when you are young, but the master stipulates that reading and writing in the morning are indispensable. /p

The boy took a deep breath, took out a pen and paper, and began to practice calligraphy. /p

I saw him holding a pen with two fingers and a single hook. When writing, sometimes the wrist is pillowed, sometimes the wrist is suspended. Between the strokes, they either rise and fall in the sharp edge, or they fall in the millimeter. The words written are as heavy as a cloud, or as light as a cicada's wings. /p

As the pen fell, the paper in front of him was full of writing in a short time. Although the characters in the books are different in form and penmanship, if you look closely, they are all the same words written on the paper. The boy did this so that he could memorize the meaning of the word until he knew it in his heart, and then he would write another word. /p

Time was lost rapidly in concentration, and it was nearly noon when the boy finished writing. Just as he got up to leave, a palm-sized iron box engraved with a six-pointed star pattern fell out of his arms. /p

Seeing the iron box, the boy was stunned. My mind is full of three years ago today—a morning that may not have been raining. Since then, there have been no green shirts in the courtyard, leaving two things in remembrance - an iron box and a broken book. /p

Seeing things and thinking about people, the past and hearts are full of sorrow. /p

"Dalan is barren, life is not easy, why do you want to pull students to grow up. Although you tell the students that it is providence, it is a light that allows you to pick up the infant students in the ice and snow. This kind of rhetoric should be a relief for students. ”/p

The student wondered why his name was so rustic, but you told the student that his name was taken from the words of the sage: If your parents are here, you will not travel far, and you must have a way to travel. ”/p

"Students are tired and don't want to be motivated, you hold a ruler for students, and warn students that the steps on the road of life do not need to be too big, as long as they move in the right direction, and they must be a "well-organized" person. “/p

"Do you know that the student has stolen the bottle of fierce knife that you treasured, why you say that it is such a spicy thing, but you say that it is the most beautiful thing in the world. ”/p

"On the day of drunkenness, you said that the student is your only relative in the world, so why don't you say goodbye and leave for ......three years"/p

"How are you doing now......p

A farewell is three years, and when I think about it again, the past is still vivid. It's just that the feeling of nostalgia is unstoppable, and there is a series of untimely muffled sounds in the study: "Goo ......"/p

Hunger gives an aspect to reality. /p

I saw him touch his belly with his left hand, and press his right hand on the iron box left by the master. With a movement of his mind, a chicken leg appeared in his hand. /p

In the past three years, Youfang gradually understood that this seemingly unpretentious iron box is actually a treasure. It has its own space, which can hold a lot of things while still retaining the properties of the objects before they entered, and perhaps when they become a mystic, they will be able to discover more functions of the iron box. /p

Today, the tin box is filled with the sauce-flavored chicken thighs of "Fuji Lao Wang". /p

The chicken thighs are fat but not greasy, melt in the mouth, and there are two stomachs in a row, and the square face is full of happiness. However, this simple happiness was only a luxury in the past, and although the master was the only tutor in the town, reading became a luxury for the people of Dalan, a small town that was able to have three meals a day to satisfy their stomachs. /p

I was able to have the life I have now, thanks to the broken book left by my master. /p

There is only half a broken book, which looks dilapidated, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this broken book called "The Craftsman" has gone through the baptism of time. Whether it is from its withered paper, or the words on the book that seem a little unfamiliar to ordinary people, it can be seen that the remnants of the book are not the products of this era. It's interesting to expect that this craftsman book will count itself after each basic crafting. /p

At first, you thought that this old "Craftsman" was also a treasure, until after completing thousands of basic productions, it was discovered that it was no different from the widely circulated "Craftsman" on the market. /p

Since Youfang learned some simple craftsmanship skills, life has become no longer stretched, and at the same time, he has learned a truth: if you want to live a life, Pinjing is indispensable. After all, the first-class crystal has ten legs, and the second-class crystal has a thousand legs ....../p

In order to be accompanied by chicken legs every day in the future, Youfang took out the craftsman's book, prepared the craftsman's pen, and started the day's work. /p

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The knife-like tip of the pen swiped quickly across a thumb-sized arrow. Mesmerizing, misty white lines run smoothly from under the nib. The seemingly chaotic lines are actually mysterious. The gold element in the arrow is like a bloodthirsty shark, smelling blood, and quickly gathers towards the line. /p

Youfang looked focused and didn't dare to slack off. Although it has never failed, there is no room for mistakes in this kind of OEM work. Because the labor cost of an arrow is only one-tenth of a first-class crystal, and such a cold iron arrow is worth two first-class crystals, according to the previous agreement with the employer, if it is defective, it needs to be compensated twice the original price. /p

As the wrist rotates, the thumb-sized arrow becomes more and more cold as the lines increase, and gradually, an intricate pattern becomes more and more perfect as the tip of the pen slides. /p

At the moment when the line was about to close, Youfang began to accelerate, and the gold element became even more crazy, and the body of the arrow began to tremble slightly. /p

Suddenly, a sharp cold light flashed on the tip of the arrow. /p

This is the time!/p

The craftsman pen in Youfang's hand has changed from the previous lightness, and the pen is heavy!/p

"Whoa!" There was a screeching sound from the arrow. /p

"How is that possible!" Youfang exclaimed. /p

Originally, the perfect cold iron arrow should have glowed with a cold light that made the heart palpitate. Now, an inconspicuous fine line appeared on the arrow, which had no sharpness to speak of. /p

Youfang looked at the dull craftsman pen in his hand and immediately understood the problem. /p

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Two months ago, before the big fence froze, a group of Huaguo merchants who shouted the slogan of Tong Su Wu came to the town. Youfang met a florist surnamed Jia when he was exchanging supplies. After a conversation, I suddenly had a good feeling. After learning about Youfang's profession, this Jia businessman, who has a loyal appearance, took out a brocade box in a timely manner and said: "This is a second-grade Xuanqi Liuyun pen, if the elder brother is interested, the elder brother will only charge you a cost, a second-grade crystal, how about it?"

When he knew that the items in the box were second-grade craftsman pens, Youfang was quite moved, and after hearing the price, he made up his mind to buy it, but he was cautious and knew that he had to inspect the goods first. He opened the brocade box, and suddenly felt cool while picking up the pen, which is the unique meditation function of Liuyun, and after feeling the abundant energy on the pen, it was even more difficult to suppress the joy in his heart, and blurted out: "I want it!"

After paying Pinjing, he turned around and wanted to leave. /p

"Wait a minute!" The merchant surnamed Jia shouted and said, "Brother, my brother has a request, I don't know if my brother can agree." “/p

It is said that the flower merchant is extremely treacherous, and Youfang suddenly became vigilant, and replied cautiously: "What's the matter?"

The florist surnamed Jia said with Yan Yuese: "I am really happy to meet my little brother today, but my brother's business is a small profit, whether the little brother can return the brocade box with the pen to me, the right is to make a small profit for the old brother." ”/p

Youfang felt that such a request was not too much, and out of caution, he took out the flowing cloud with his own hands and returned the brocade box to the other party. /p

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The arrowhead without any ambition was repeatedly played with in Youfang's hand, and he recalled the before and after of getting Liuyun in his mind, and at this moment he understood that it must be the brocade box that had done something, and couldn't help but scold: "What is the way of business, it should be seven sincerity and three frauds, and it is a complete profiteer!"

"Saion lost his horse, I don't know if it's a blessing!" Although he was so relieved in his heart, his face was really painful, but fortunately, today's loss is not irreparable, as long as twenty such arrows are completed, there is still a small profit to be made in this commission, but before remaking it, it is necessary to recharge the flowing clouds. /p

When he came to the upper seat where the Master was seated, he opened a floor tile under the chair, and there was a clay pot sealed with yellow clay and a heavy cloth bag hidden inside. He took out the cloth bag, his face full of happiness, because it contained everything he had earned in the past three years. He took out a first-grade crystal from it and approached the depleted flowing clouds. As the flowing clouds absorb the energy in the pinjing, the pinjing slowly loses its original charming luster, and gradually turns gray, and when the source power in the pinjing is lost, the pinjing will melt and eventually become a puddle of clear water. /p

This first-grade crystal was quickly squeezed dry by Liuyun, but Liuyun did not recover as before, and only then did he find that the original dazzling blue pen body was covered with tiny cracks, and the source power absorbed from these cracks continued to overflow. /p

At this time, Youfang understood that the flowing cloud in front of him was no longer as simple as second-hand, and he was afraid that it had suffered greater damage, and the biggest problem was that it could not be repaired at his current level, which meant that he needed to purchase a new craftsman's pen, but no caravan would come here before the ice was lifted in the big column. He subconsciously looked at the cloth bag full of pinjing, which was the strongest guarantee that he could spend this winter happily!/p

But the next second, he was stunned. /p

A puddle of water suddenly appeared on the table, and the cloth bag that was originally bulging and containing Pinjing also collapsed. /p

Although he already knew it in his heart, his hand was still unwilling to reach over, and he kept muttering, "Why?"

When he picked up the cloth bag to check it out, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a watermark on the table, extending towards the craftsman's book. /p

As the watermark looked, his eyes widened suddenly. /p

It turned out that unconsciously, the count on the craftsman's book came to 10,000 at some point. /p

This sudden change made Youfang's eyes become extremely hot, and his mind was full of fantasies, because the master often said: There is a golden house in the book!/p

He couldn't wait to pick up the craftsman's book, and the mutation suddenly ....../p

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