Everyone left the door of the brass blacksmith's shop, and at this time only Tong Wushuang, who was shirtless and blacksmithing, was left in the shop.

Looking at the back of the group in the distance, Tong Wushuang smiled lightly and sighed, "Heroes are young people, I hope they have a smooth journey." Alas, I don't know how long or long it will take them to come back here again, and they will be drunk with me. With a sigh, Tong Wushuang continued to wave the huge hammer in his hand with a little helplessness and emotion.

Dangdang, the brass blacksmith shop once again resounded with a neat and sharp sound of smashing iron.

Among the many shops on the side of the street, one had just been opened, and the two owners of the shop had returned.

The bare-headed robed monk paused for a moment, then looked at the dusty tables in the store, and whispered, "We have been gone for a month, and we will come back in a month, and when we see our shop again, the old tables and chairs and the thick dust in the shop make me suddenly feel a little lost and sad. ”

The blue-clothed girl beside the robed monk smiled, she didn't feel any loss or sadness in the old shop, "Isn't Abba just going out for a long time and sending out a few more days? Besides, we have been on a long trip, and we have been able to fight a lot of spirit beasts in this month, and we have already sold a lot of silver taels. ”

The woman in blue looked happy and happy, and at this time she had already taken out the bag in her pocket, and opened the bag, which was slightly larger than the palm of her hand, and there was a burst of light.

"These silver taels are enough for us to spend a year, a full two hundred silver taels!" After saying that, the woman had already carefully shaken the bag down, and used the other hand to hold it.

In a panic, two dazzling pieces of silver shook on the woman's smooth and immature hand. Of course, she only shook out two pieces of silver from the bag, one ingot of silver is equivalent to ten taels, and there are 18 ingots of silver in the bag.

The robed monk sighed again, "Sin, sin." How many lives have we killed for these silver taels? It can be seen that for the past month, the monks in robes have been blaming themselves for his killing of living beings.

But due to the pressures of life, he had to do it. Even if he is a monk, he has to work hard to kill and earn money to support his daughter like working people.

The girl in blue didn't seem to care about these killings, and just murmured softly, "Those beasts are already ferocious and cannibalistic, and killing them is to do the right thing for heaven and eliminate harm for the people." ”

"Hmph!" the robed monk shook his head, and a somewhat angry man walked into the shop, trying to get back to himself a month ago.

"It would be nice if I could have more discerning people in my shop who often come to eat and drink. I have worked hard for 18 years, and I have not wasted my good cooking skills. Sighing, the Gaza monk had come to the counter where he used to sit.

Here, he seems to see himself again a month ago. A self without killing and bloodshed. A self who only recites Buddha sutras and cooks. But every year at the beginning of October, he has to close the shop for a month and go out for a month with his daughter. This month of killing every year can barely make them survive.

The woman in blue put away the money again and walked into her shop with a bit of joy. What he had to do now was to clean the whole shop all over again. Then, tomorrow, his shop will be able to reopen.

Even if it opens, his shop may not have a customer a day, but he will always wait for a customer. One guest can make them live for many days.

"Abba, I'm going to fetch water. Deciding to clean the shop, the woman in blue shouted at the robed monk with a somewhat happy mood.

The monk was stunned, thought for a moment and asked, "What are you doing fetching water?" After walking such a long way, you are tired all day, why don't you go to rest and rest?" The monk in the robe was no longer angry at this time, and his tone was very concerned. After all, he was such a precious daughter, even if he hated hunting spirit beasts, he would not dislike her daughter.

The woman in blue didn't answer, but smiled at his father, and rushed out of the store with a wooden barrel a few steps.

The robed monk's face was kind at this moment, and he sighed with some relief, "Daughter, then you have really grown up. Over the years, you've been helping Abba with the shop. Sighing, the robed monk seemed to feel a little guilty.

He is the only one who knows about his past, and he is the only one who is still reminiscing. It was something sad and miserable about the monk, and he didn't even say a word about his daughter.

It was past noon, and the pedestrians on the streets of Rift Valley City had eaten lunch and poured into the streets again. They sell what they should sell, they buy what they should buy, they shout when they should shout, they call it when they should call. In short, whatever can attract people's attention and make people hear and know, those vendors will do it hard. They don't do anything else, they just earn some silver taels for doing a good business and supporting their families.

No, I hurriedly cleaned up the store, and a woman in blue in her 20s was also anxious.

"Guests, come and have a look at my shop. My store has everything, and all the guests are satisfied. Seeing a lot of pedestrians passing by his door, the woman in blue couldn't wait, and offered a little charming shouting.

The passers-by were shouted by a young and beautiful woman, and they all stopped with a little curiosity and gathered over. They are still wary of such beautiful women, and they all say that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she likes to deceive people.

The pedestrians who had stopped wanted to go into his house to have a look, but when they looked up, many of them were stunned. Instead, they shook their heads and sighed away. No matter how beautiful and charming the woman in blue is, they don't dare to enter this store.

First of all, the three big characters of Shixiangsan are clearly printed on the door of this store, and there is no doubt that this is a restaurant. But at this time, it was already past noon, and people had already eaten enough, and the woman in blue shouted like this, even if they wanted to go in and consume, they couldn't enjoy it.

But the most important thing is not this, because even if someone eats lunch, they are not full, and they can eat again. Some people haven't even had lunch yet, and they just pass by the restaurant to eat. The most important thing is that there is a longboard behind the woman in blue, on which is clearly written in pen and ink.

"This store has a discount today, with a minimum of ten taels of silver, and welcomes guests to visit. These 20 or so words are clearly written on the longboard. The pedestrians are most concerned about the minimum consumption, which starts at ten taels of silver.

"Your mother, this shop is too bad. "At the moment, most of the pedestrians are complaining and thinking like this. Therefore, the pedestrians who stopped shook their heads one after another.

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