Before Song Shi opened his eyes, he felt a heavy weight in his hand, a scorching heat rushed towards him, sweat slid down his face, and his eyes blinked twice before they opened.

I was stunned.

Quickly put down the hammer with the big head in his hand.

The iron in front of him was beginning to take shape, and next to it was a very hot stove, the stove was red, and there were several kinds of iron soaking in the sink on one side.

Not far from the corners lay such things as sickles, hammers, shovels, and the like.

The occupation of such a raw slag is clear at a glance.

It's true.

At this time, someone came to the shop.

"Blacksmith Song, have you made the kitchen knife I want?"

Song Shi: When I first arrived, I knew a hammer!

The man walked in unceremoniously, "Hey, is that the one?" ”

He walked to the corner and picked up a kitchen knife, looked at it carefully for a long time before nodding with satisfaction, then took out a copper plate and counted it carefully a few times before putting it on the stone case, wrapped the knife and left with the basket on his back.

Song Shi didn't speak during the whole process.

And the other party didn't feel the slightest bit wrong.

It can be seen that the original scum itself is a silent person who works hard.

But he didn't want to work.

Put away the copper plate, and was about to find a place to receive the memory, when the curtain behind the shop opened.

A plain woman walked out, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, smiling gently, and her face full of concern, "Tired, drink some water?" ”

Song Shi took it and drank it all in one gulp.

The slag must have been beaten for a long time, and the throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

He handed the cup to the woman, "Go and pour another glass." ”

Woman: "Okay, you can rest for a while, and I'll be right there." ”

Song Shi wiped the sweat from his face.

After drinking the second glass of water, seeing that the woman had not left, he looked like she wanted to speak and stopped, he frowned, "What else is the matter?" ”

The woman glanced at him and said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you before?" Li Xiucai opened a private school, I want to send Huzi to study, he is almost ten years old now, it stands to reason that the enlightenment is late, half the eldest child, playing around all day long, no one is seen, it is better to detain him in the school to recognize a few words, not to mention the test of a show, recognize a few words, and you can find a good livelihood in the future, don't work as hard as us. ”

Song Shi was silent for a moment.

"You go cook first, I'll think about it again."

He's still in front of him.

The woman pursed her lips, "That's the same again, don't you want Huzi to go to school?" ”

Song Shi looked at her with a very surprised look.

According to his experience, this ancient reading can be said to be a luxury among luxuries.

It's like a modern training course.

You have to keep learning to see the results.

The key is that in this era, it is difficult to earn silver, and it is not possible to eat enough, how can there be spare time to study, no money for reading, no money for reading, no money for buying pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and no money for giving gifts to Mr.

People who don't make money don't care about money.

It seems that the woman has already told the scum about this before, and the attitude of the scum

"Say it again!"

He said in a thick voice.

The woman was so angry that she choked, but she still tried to suppress it, glared at him for a while before turning around, "I'll cook." ”

Song Shi waved her hand and asked her to hurry up.

I closed the store and went to the backyard.

It is a house with a shop in front and a residence in the back, with a small yard in the middle.

A few children were playing in the yard.

Seeing him come in, the eldest boy reluctantly shouted "Uncle Song".

The two who looked very similar in the back also shouted.

Song Shi: ?

Uncle Song?

Isn't this the son of the original scum?

But just now, the woman's unkind appearance of taking it for granted to study is clearly related to the scum!

Uncle?

Could it be that this is the original scum sister-in-law?

Do you want to raise your sister-in-law and nephew?

Song Shi answered and walked briskly towards the thatched house.

Hurry up and receive the memories!

This determines whether he will stay in this world or not!

The thatched hut is dirty.

Mosquitoes flying.

After receiving this flavorful memory, Song Shi was speechless.

In short, it's a story of 'I married a widow and gave up my stepson, and in the end they kicked me and drowned in the river'.

That's right, widow.

This Jiang is a real widow.

There is no such thing as resurrecting the dead and slapping the scum.

Her former man died solidly and had long since been buried in the ground.

And the original slag happened to be an ominous person.

Parents died early and had no brothers, only one sister who married to a neighboring town, isn't it unknown?

It's hard.

He was also a blacksmith, tall and large, full of tendon meat, facing the fire all day long, and his face was smoked redder than the bacon of the New Year.

Red and black.

Temperament and introverted.

The face is expressionless, and he speaks very little.

Don't talk about those big girls, even the old men are stunned when they see him.

As a result, he didn't get married in his twenties.

The matchmaker is diligent, after all, this iron-striking person, there are houses and shops in the town, and it is still a business that can be heirlooms.

But the girl didn't want to take a look at it.

Why?

He looks too fierce and looks like he wants to eat people.

Who is not afraid.

The matchmaker really said a lot of good things, such as being the master of the house without in-laws marrying in, men can earn money, and the economy is relaxed.

But still.

There is no way, the aesthetics of this era is the kind of white and clean scholarly temperament.

Rough men don't eat and are annoying.

Over time, no one came to tell the slag about the matchmaking.

He himself is very anxious, but he is not good at words, he is only anxious in his heart.

Later, once, a man came to the shop to strike iron, and said that there was a family in their village that had only been widowed, and his mother's family was pressing, and now he was asking someone to find a family.

It's Jiang's.

He thought that he was not young anymore, and striking iron all the year round was not good for his heirs, and it happened that the youngest son of the Jiang family was only one year old, and he could raise it well.

He carefully inquired about the Jiang family's situation again.

It turned out that the Jiang family was Xinghua Village, and for two months, her man went up the mountain to chop wood, and accidentally slipped and fell down the cliff, and when he found it the next day, the people were stiff.

He left behind four sons.

Jiang cried so much that his eyes were blind.

If the man is dead, the woman can go back to her mother's house.

Although the Jiang family is almost thirty years old, she looks good-looking and does not look old, so the Jiang family wants to marry her again so that she can save some bride price money for their youngest son.

Jiang didn't do it.

I'm afraid that my mother's family will marry her casually.

Only then did I ask the matchmaker to give me money to help.

Many people were terrified when they heard that their four sons were going to follow.

The matchmaker persuaded the original scum: "You open a blacksmith shop, and you originally wanted to accept apprentices, and those children are still young, and you are not better at teaching them than those outside the church?" As the old saying goes, the apprentices of the church starve to death of the master, but you have this father-son relationship, and you are afraid that they will not be filial to you? You, these sons for nothing, wait for happiness in the future. ”

The slag brain is very straight.

Come to think of it, that's true.

I agreed.

So, the Song family's blacksmith shop held a happy event and ushered in the hostess.