"Hey, Wang, I'm bothering you again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info can't help it, the bones of the pig are always quite hard recently, and my butcher knife has been worn out many times. I'm just going to come to you and get a new one. "A pot-bellied butcher carrying a blade that is worn out of shape, and even produces small serrations that are uneven.

"Why, fat man, have you had cramps in your hands lately? I'm afraid that the big copper coins have also made you a lot of money. The blacksmith, known as Lao Wang, turned his back to the fat butcher, and after casually interjecting, he continued to swing his thick hammer, hammer after hammer at the piece of iron, which had been burned red.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of hammers and iron clashing echoed in a very rhythmic way in this small room, and the fat butcher who looked at the sparks splashed from the edge of the iron pool was a little frightened. With such a scorching high temperature, I am afraid that only an old blacksmith like Blacksmith Wang, who has been working for iron all year round, can support it.

"Then, I said, Lao Wang, I'll go first, here are thirty copper coins, and a pot of liquor brought from the county, I'll leave it here, and I'll pick it up in the evening." Picking up his apron and wiping some of the sweat on his forehead, the fat butcher felt that it was simply hot here, and the more than 100 catties of oil and water on his body were evaporating all the time, such a feeling was simply not something that normal people could bear.

"Why are you bringing so much money with me to strike iron? It's not that I can't eat enough and can't be warmly clothed. The subsidy in the village is enough for me and Bao'er to live. The blacksmith didn't look back, and the fat butcher couldn't even see any movement from him, but heard his voice float over.

"Do you need to say it? Lao Wang, who can not worry about the iron you struck? If it weren't for the fact that the pig-killing knife last time was too late to take away when the horse came, I'm afraid there would not be any loss by now. Lao Wang, it's not that I'm fat to praise you, just your skills, it's just amazing. When it comes to killing pigs, I'm afraid that my fat man will be the leader in this village, but who can beat you for striking iron?" the fat man laughed happily, these thirty copper coins were not too much money for him, and he only had to kill a few pigs to earn this money.

Speaking of which, in this small village, I am afraid that this fat butcher is the richest. Don't look at his inconspicuous appearance, under the lard at home, there may be dozens of big copper coins hidden.

Big copper coins and copper coins are two different concepts. One copper coin can buy two buns, and the purchasing power of this big copper coin is comparable to that of a hundred copper coins. Let's ask, where would there be such a character in an ordinary small mountain village?

This is not a world close to the mainstream of Monroe World or Flood World, nor is it a remote world like Scott's World, no one knows what kind of place this is. Of course, there is no one here, and it is only limited to the cognition of these people in small mountain villages and county seats.

It is enough for them to be able to have food to eat, clothes to wear, and then live a good life, but why do they want to do so much? What kind of world is this, and they have absolutely nothing to do with half a copper coin.

The blacksmith, known as Lao Wang, came to the village about ten years ago. It just so happened that the blacksmith in the village passed away, and others really didn't understand this craft at all, so Lao Wang volunteered to take up this position.

In the beginning, the iron made by Lao Wang was good in quality and acceptable in terms of beauty, but it was too terrible in terms of durability. The fat butcher who killed the pig took the knife at the beginning, and I am afraid that it will not take a few days, and the knife will have been sharpened to the point that it will not be shaped.

At that time, Lao Wang was criticized by the whole village. As a result, it didn't take a few days, but the quality of the iron made by Lao Wang is getting higher and higher, although the appearance and beauty have gradually deteriorated, but in terms of durability, it is many times more powerful than those iron masters in the county who have been playing for decades, even if they do not sharpen their knives, they can also be used for a year and a half.

A year and a half without sharpening knives, you have to save a lot of copper coins, because not only the fat butcher, but also those who plough the fields and cut the wood, for Lao Wang, they all have a more grateful heart, and they usually give more money when they go to strike iron on weekdays. After all, striking iron once can make them endure for a long time.

About ten years ago, Lao Wang adopted an orphan, and this orphan became his daughter, who was called Bao'er. Lao Wang is actually not old, he looks like he is thirty or forty years old from the outside, but the vicissitudes of life will always make people feel that he has experienced a lot of things.

Since he did not marry a wife, Lao Wang and his daughter depended on each other, and named this daughter Bao'er. Up to now, Bao'er's age has also seen the age of eleven or twelve.

"Knock, knock, knock! knock!"

Seven times in a row, one hammer was three points heavier than the other, and in the end, the hammer almost shook out all the sparks in the molten salt furnace.

"Boom!", scattered sparks fluttered everywhere in this small room, and even many of them had already floated to Lao Wang's body.

He didn't notice it at all, as if these hot sparks were just cold water for Lao Wang, slapping on his skin, and he didn't even have the ability to react at all.

The seventh hammer went down, and it just smashed into the last thicker place of the iron embryo, and the whole body of the iron embryo was completely smoothed at once.

Looking at it from the perspective above, this piece of iron embryo is still a shapeless piece of iron? It is clearly a knife embryo that has begun to take shape.

The small iron door of the forging room suddenly closed, and even the iron lock was locked. Lao Wang didn't care that the anvil still exuded a terrifying heat, so he directly reached out and picked up the knife embryo.

Carefully examining the knife embryo that still exuded a strong iron fragrance, Lao Wang's eyes were as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and he was so confused.

Immediately, he made a gesture that was enough to make the fat butcher who made the village play with knives, and the hunters who hunted, and the village guards all ashamed to pick up the knife in their hands and wipe their necks to commit suicide.

After the knife embryo was compared in mid-air for a while, it was shocked to pull out a delicate and beautiful knife flower.

Sword flower, this is not something that ordinary civilians can do, but at least the kind of martial arts predecessors with strong martial arts and unfathomable skills, or legendary immortals, can only do it under the situation that they have an absolute understanding of the knife as a weapon.

This lotus flower composed of sword qi can be described as beautiful, and it can definitely be called a beautiful work of art.

After a long time, this knife flower slowly dissipated in the air. As for the knife embryo in Lao Wang's hand, it had already turned into a pile of scraps at this time, scattered on the floor wantonly.

"Failed, failed again, the knife can't become a knife, what's going on? Isn't my understanding of the knife deep enough?" picked up the hammer and smashed it heavily on his head, as if he was striking iron, but after a few knocks, Lao Wang's head was not damaged in the slightest.

If his words are heard by those who practice martial arts and cultivators outside, I am afraid that he will scream and scold his mother. A person who can pull out such a beautiful knife flower that is so beautiful that people still don't know how to use a knife? What kind of person does it take to understand a knife?

"Forget it, forget it, I'll think about it tomorrow. After beating the fat man's knife first, go back to cook for Xiao Bao'er. Thinking of his lively and lovely daughter, Lao Wang's face suddenly had a happy smile.

After so many years, there are finally people who will call him "Daddy", such a sudden surge of fatherly love from the heart, but it is happier than anything else.

Without thinking about anything else, the old king grabbed a piece of red-hot iron directly from the molten salt furnace, picked up the hammer and threw it at it.

"Knock, knock!" the sound of endless thrashing echoed through the forge room.