After washing his face briefly, Shen Cong quickly came to the blacksmith shop, ate some meat buns and began to forge iron embryos.

He found that his meal had risen a lot, and he had eaten at most five or six large meat buns in the morning, but now he was able to eat eleven, and his stomach did not rise at all.

This should show that my internal organs have also been strengthened.

In this way, the entry of Reiki into the body itself is a reinforcement of the whole body, and it is just a gradual cycle from the outside to the inside, and the skin is on the outside, so it is the first to benefit.

"Master Shen, today a guest ordered a sword, a reward of ten taels of silver, if you do a good job, there may be additional rewards, you see..."

In the past month or so, Shen Cong's strength in striking iron has improved rapidly, even the master in the blacksmith shop is ashamed of himself, and even the steward has to be called Master Shen.

Therefore, he can also take on some jobs that are more difficult and have a high reward for silver.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Shen Cong took the other party's order, which had detailed graphics and requirements.

"You've worked hard."

The steward arched his hand and left with a smile.

Unlike other types of work, blacksmithing is one of the few jobs with a relatively high status. Especially a good blacksmith, even if he is in charge, he has to pay three points of respect, otherwise he will be poached, and the boss will be able to split the manager.

After Shen Cong took a closer look at the order, he asked the apprentice to go to the warehouse to take out the materials and start heating and forging.

The handle is one foot five inches long, the sword body is seven feet long, and the weight is not less than ten catties.

There is no big problem with the length, the problem is the weight, under normal circumstances, the sword of this size is no more than two or three catties, and the other party requires no less than ten catties, then it is necessary to remove enough impurities and hammer the iron into steel, the higher the purity, the higher its weight.

To make such a sword, even a master must spend several days of effort, and thousands of tempers are not enough to meet the requirements of the employer, to say the least, thousands or even tens of thousands of times.

But since Shen Cong broke through the nine grades, his strength is far beyond ordinary people, the speed of forging is amazing, the iron hammer wheel is terrifying fast, and the red-hot iron is like a soft dough under his tempering, kneaded at will.

At ten o'clock in the morning, before the meal, Shen Cong had already finished forging the sword and completed the quenching and consecration.

"Call it a day."

Shen Cong put the sword on the board, and the other blacksmiths came over one after another, and the stains were amazing.

"Good guy, Master Shen, this is another treasure."

"This sword is as shiny as clear water, illuminating the human face without traces, and the smoothness of forging is appalling, this kind of skill, I am afraid we will not be able to practice it in thirty or fifty years."

One of the masters tried to pick up the sword, and was even more surprised:

"It's heavy. This sword has to weigh ten pounds, to say the least! Master Shen, you shouldn't have hammered tens of thousands of times, right? ”

"It's not that exaggerated, it's only about 7,000 times."

"Hiss~!"

Everyone gasped in unison and couldn't help but marvel again and again.

It can be hammered 7,000 times in half a day, which is not something ordinary people can do!

For a while, he praised Shen Conghao again.

At lunchtime, Song Taiping came to Shen Cong's table with his own food, sat at a table with Shen Cong, and pushed a pot of good wine in front of Shen Cong.

"Drunk red blood, good wine."

This wine is a famous soju in Yuncheng, the price is not cheap, and it is not a blacksmith shop for the blacksmiths, it is bought from outside, and a jar will cost half a penny, which is equivalent to half a tael of silver.

"Hehe, Master Shen, try it."

Shen Cong smiled:

"If you don't make it clear, Master Song won't dare to drink it."

Master Song smiled.

"It's worthy of Master Shen, you can see it at a glance. I've been running out of money lately and want to get some money from you. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, Master Song's monthly silver this month is eight taels or three yuan, isn't it enough to spend?"

"It's not like my son has already entered the martial arts gym and started practicing martial arts, but his foundation is too thin to keep up with the rhythm of others, so I want to go to the black market to buy him some spiritual liquid to strengthen his body."

"Black market? What is that place? ”

"The black market is a market where warriors trade. Under normal circumstances, martial artists buy all kinds of cultivation supplies, such as exercises, martial arts, weapons, pills... They all have to pay taxes, even if our blacksmith shop sells swords, we have to pay taxes to Great Xia. Tax money is included in the money you pay for things.

However, there is no tax on the black market, so all kinds of goods are relatively cheaper. For example, the spiritual liquid, the medicine hall costs five taels of silver a bottle, while on the black market, it only costs three and a half, and even some only cost three taels. ”

"So cheap!"

Shen Cong was quite surprised, this price difference is too big, right?

"Cheap is cheap, but the quality is not guaranteed, and you need to bother to check it yourself."

"I see."

This is roughly equivalent to a place that is not officially regulated.

However, since the black market can exist, it has a reason for its existence.

Martial arts cultivation is too costly, and if a poor family wants to cultivate a martial artist and change the fate of the entire family, they have to be careful in their calculations and get the greatest results at the lowest cost.

"Where's the black market?"

I am short of martial arts, so I may be able to give it a try, and besides, if I can buy some cheap spiritual liquid, it is also a good deal.

"It's in Erli Yang in the east of the city, starting at the beginning of the night and ending at the end of the night."

Shen Cong nodded.

"And how much are you going to borrow?"

"Twenty taels."

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, twenty taels, this is already close to the annual income of an ordinary official blacksmith, even he needs it now.

However, Master Song is a good person, when he first came, he was the master who guided him the most, and he couldn't make progress so quickly without his help in the early stage.

In addition, he earns a lot of money and has the ability to repay, so he can borrow a little.

"Master Song also knows that I haven't been a full-fledged blacksmith for a long time, and last month's monthly money was four taels or seven yuan, and this month may be more, but I haven't got it yet. Well, I'll lend you ten taels. ”

"Good! Then thank you Master Shen. I'll give you a note. ”

"You're welcome."

Soon, Song Taiping set up a note for Shen Cong, got ten taels of silver from Shen Cong, and left happily, and the afternoon's work stopped.

Shen fought a few more stainless steel swords in the afternoon, and only left after dinner.

When night came, he disguised himself again and headed for the black market.

Although the black market is cheap, the risk is also huge, so it is easy to tolerate, so as not to be targeted by people with intentions.

Although there are also law enforcement teams and the imperial court here, he has no relatives and friends, he is alone, and he dies in vain.

Out of caution, he did not go at the beginning, but waited until the ugly time to go, when there should be more people, more people and more eyes, but will not be targeted.