The weapon forged by Xia Jia himself is naturally not a big road commodity, and it is worth at least 10,000 gold!

"Good!"

Xia Ye could see that Xia Jia was a forging maniac, the kind of person who pursued the limit of forging and regarded life and property very indifferently.

This kind of craftsman can't look at the realm and combat effectiveness, but on the way to forging, he has begun to find his own way.

"Then it's decided!"

Hagar was excited.

"It's a pity!"

If he wants to talk about drawings, he knows a lot more, and if he throws one or two out at will, he may be able to trick Xia Jia into Chaoge and develop armaments for himself, but he doesn't dare.

A person like Hagar is the spokesperson of a force or a class, he may not covet the knowledge he has brought out, but the interest group behind him will.

Xia Ye asked Mo Wuxuan, in this era, some famous forgers have either been co-opted, or they are representatives of a force, so let alone Xia Jia, even a lone forging master with a lower level than him is not easy to find.

"Trouble!"

Without a forger, there is no way for Chaoge to enter the Iron Age.

"It's almost noon, will you stay for a light meal?"

Hagar is warmly invited.

"No, we're going to buy other goods!"

Natsuno declined.

"Oh!"

Xia Jia is not a polite and hypocritical person, and was about to send Xia Ye out in person, his eyes fell on the saber on his waist, and his eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

"This sword ......"

In Xia Jia's mind, the appearance of those famous swords was instantly crossed, and the most similar one was found: "It can't be Tai'a, right?"

"Tai'a, one of the hundred famous swords?"

"What a hundred big, there is no problem in ranking in the top 30!"

"No, Tai'a has been lost a long time ago, I heard that it was cast by Ou Yezi with nine sword qi, so in the end, it melted into nine sword qi and dissipated between heaven and earth!"

The craftsmen muttered, as swordsmiths, everyone was naturally very interested in weapons.

"It's Taia!"

Xia Ye didn't bother to lie, so he admitted it frankly, and besides, the person who knew about this sword was more than one hand, and it was not worth keeping it a secret.

Hiss!

Hearing Xia Ye's admission, the sound of gasping immediately sounded all around, and one by one, his eyes stared at the bronze long sword on Xia Ye's waist with shock and envy.

"I don't know...... Can I ......?"

Xia Jia, such a bold man, also became twisted at this time, wanting to see the sword, but he was embarrassed to speak.

There is no way, the sword is the hero's closest companion, anyone who gets this kind of superb famous sword will take care of it, and some people, even if their own son moves, they will be broken legs.

"Haha!"

Xia Ye smiled freely, took off his sword, and handed it to Xia Jia.

Xia Jia's expression was stunned at first, and then he was in awe, Xia Ye's mind was indeed broad, he wiped his hands vigorously on his pants, and then bowed to Xia Ye, before carefully taking Tai'a and pulling out the scabbard.

The sunlight was slightly hot, reflecting on the dark golden blade, which added a touch of luxury to the already luxurious Tai'a.

"Good sword!"

Hagar praised.

The other craftsmen hurriedly gathered around, they knew that this kind of behavior was impolite, but it was too much, they really couldn't help the curiosity in their hearts.

Besides, this is a famous sword, which is rare for ordinary people to see in their lives, and it is a capital to brag about.

Watching a group of swordsmiths discuss Tai'a's craftsmanship, Xia Ye touched the Four Seasons Song behind his waist, wanting Xia Jia to identify it.

The Hero Altar left by Xia Lingyue's father is definitely a top-notch building, so the Four Seasons Song that is cherished and kept will not be too bad to think about!

However, Xia Ye touched the hilt of the sword, and finally resisted this impulse, what if it was a famous sword that was even better than Tai'a?

The wealth is moving, Xia Ye believes in Mo Wu, so the friend of the flat-chested girl, Xia Ye is also willing to believe it, but these craftsmen dare not guarantee it.

"It's really a good sword, I don't know what year and month I can forge this famous sword!"

Xia Jia sighed, put the sword into the sheath, and handed it to Xia Ye.

"As long as you persevere and keep your original intention the same, I believe that Master Hagar will soon be able to fulfill his wish. ”

Xia Ye complimented.

"The original intention remains the same?"

Xia Jia repeated it a few times, and the more he read it, the more he felt that these four words had a taste, didn't he cast swords back then just to become a world-famous sword-casting master!

In recent years, as he has become famous, there are too many visitors to ask for swords, and there are many entertainments, and there is a lot less time to forge swords in a down-to-earth manner.

Xia Jia suddenly remembered that when he lived under the mountain stream and waterfall, drinking the spring and forging swords, was his sweetest memory!

"Thank you for the advice!"

Xia Jia retracted his thoughts, bowed firmly, and bowed to Xia Ye.

"What?"

The craftsmen were dumbfounded, Xia Jia was one of the three major swordsmiths of the Xia clan, and he was very famous in the surrounding tribes, how could he bow to a young man now?

"What can he teach?"

Some craftsmen are puzzled.

"So you're a craftsman, and Hagar is a master!"

"It's called understanding!"

The faces of the other craftsmen showed solemn expressions, and they no longer looked down on Xia Ye.

"Then take your leave!"

Natsuno arched his hand.

"Wait, I heard the shopkeeper mention it, you guys are buying weapons, and the conflict with Xia Xiangqi is right?

Not to mention the relationship between Mo Wuxuan, Xia Ye is a person who has a very good appetite for Xia Jia, so he will not be stingy when he is bold.

"Master!"

The owner of the weapon shop was taken aback, weapons at any time, they are hard currency, and they are not worried about selling, and the weapons of 'Hagar' are sold at a higher price, and some people are rushing to ask for them.

A fifty-fold discount is really too much of a loss.

"Shut up!"

Xia Jia scolded: "How do you do business? As long as you sign the sales contract, no matter what happens, even if the family is dead, it will be completed, you go to the forge room today to burn the stove!"

"Master, that's the son of Xia Taiding!"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper's face suddenly turned pale, and he was anxious to explain that it took him twenty years to climb to this position, but he didn't expect to fall back in one fell swoop.

"I don't care whose son it is, I just care about the contract!"

Hagar waved his hand impatiently.

"That's awesome!"

This kind of excitement, many people have already begun to watch, and now when they hear Xia Jia's words, they directly applaud.

"Huh!"

Xia Ye shook his head, this shopkeeper was afraid of Xia Xiang's power, but he forgot that the foundation of Xia Jia's life was integrity.

Once today's incident spreads, the reputation of Hagar's weapon shop will plummet, so Hagar would rather offend Xia Taiding than let this signboard be tarnished.

"Then I'll be disrespectful!"

Xia Ye did not shirk and accepted the gift.

The group walked out of the weapon shop and walked a few steps, but Xia Zhitang hurriedly chased after them.

"Hey, hey, wait!"

Xia Zhitang was depressed, he was also the son of the Great Prophet, so he was ignored by you?

"What do you command, young master?"

Xia Ye didn't have much respect for Xia Shilian, let alone a Xia Zhitang.

"I helped you just now, right?

Xia Zhitang complained.

"So what?"

Natsuno pouted.

"Okay, I just want to ask, what is that 'red sand' that is a thousand gold?"

Xia Zhitang still misses brown sugar.

"I don't know, the Great Prophet saw that no one in this tribe could guess, and left!"

Natsuno shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't lie, you invented the red sand!"

Xia Zhitang suddenly snorted, his eyes staring at Xia Ye, wanting to see if he would show any horses because he was suddenly exposed, but he didn't raise his eyebrows.

"I'm busy!"

Xia Ye went to the civilian area and stood in front of an ordinary old mansion.

Xia Lingyue sobbed, because this was the house she lived in when she was a child, but after her father died, she was forced to sell it and leave.

Xia Ye stood quietly for a while, and then walked in.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing a group of strangers coming to the door, the owner of the house was puzzled.

"I want to buy this house!"

Xia Ye didn't beat around the bush.

"Huh?"

The owner of the house was stunned for a moment, and then refused: "I don't sell it!"

"Look at your clothes, furniture, and life, you are not rich, you are just an ordinary commoner, make a price!"

Xia Ye sat down straight and fumbled for the chair, the furniture in this room had not been replaced, which reminded him of the past.

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

The owner of the house opened his mouth and quoted a price, his recent small business has lost a lot of money, and it does need a lot of money to turnover.

"Good!"

"Huh?"

Hearing Xia Ye's promise, the owner of the house regretted a little that he didn't open a high price, but his cheeks were thick enough, so he opened his mouth and came: "30,000 knife coins, just a down payment, the full amount will cost 50,000 knife coins!"

"The one standing next to you is Young Master Xia Zhitang!"

Xia Ye sneered: "You want to go back on your word in front of the great prophet Aiko?"

"What?"

The owner of the house jumped up in fright and looked at Xia Zhitang in fear.

"30,000 knife coins, take the flash person, otherwise be careful that you won't be able to catch a single knife coin!"

Xia Zhitang snorted coldly.

With this eldest young master as the middleman, signing and drawing handprints, the deal was completed in ten minutes, and in order to let this guy leave quickly, Xia Ye gave an extra five hundred dollars and bought everything in the house.

Anyway, this amount of money is a drop in the bucket for Xia Ye.

"I remember, are you Xia Lingyue's daughter?"

When the owner of the house was leaving, he suddenly remembered, and looked at Xia Lingyue with a stunned face: "Didn't you move to the slum?"

"Tsk!"

The owner of the house thought that as soon as Xia Wuyan died, the Xia family would be finished, it had only been a few years, but he didn't expect to turn over so soon!

Xia Ye originally wanted to go to the place in the homeless area to see if there were any talents and recruit some homeless people, but Xia Lingyue sat alone in the house crying in a daze, and he was embarrassed to leave, so he could only accompany him.

"Don't worry, this house is just the beginning, what we lost, we will take it back!"

Natsuno comforted.

"Hmm!"

Xia Lingyue hugged her younger brother, she now needed a shoulder to lean on.