Fu Song

Chapter 3 The Grandparents of the Han Family
A courtyard wall separates the inside and the outside.

After crossing the Moon Gate and turning to a screen wall, the first thing that caught Xiao Cheng's eyes were the two stoves.A man with the same bare upper body turned his back to Xiao Cheng, reached out and turned the valve of one of the stoves, and the needle juice flowed out of the stove and into the mold below.

An old man with white beard and hair wearing only a vest looked at the color of the iron juice flowing out, and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

Looking back suddenly, seeing Xiao Cheng standing not far away, his face suddenly showed joy, and he hurried up to greet him.

"Jiro!"

"Old man! Another oven is out today!" Xiao Cheng walked over with a smile.

The red-backed man who was tinkering with iron juice also turned around, "Second brother!" He shouted loudly.

"Lawless, second brother is also your name?" The old man turned around and scolded. "Are there any other superiors and inferiors?"

After eating this roar, the man immediately lowered his head.

"Hammer, quickly dispose of the iron juice in the furnace, and come over and talk later!" Xiao Cheng said with a smile. "Today, I brought you the roasted pork with Zhang Ji."

"Erlang, the hammer is what you are used to, and now it's getting more and more lawless." Old Han Zheng looked at Xiao Cheng with some complaints.

"Hammer is simple in nature. I like him very much." Xiao Cheng said with a smile, "I also asked him to call me second brother. The old man should not teach him about this in the future."

Old Han Zheng sighed: "Erlang, the old man knows that you have a good temperament, I am afraid that the hammer will be used to it, and I will not be able to restrain myself in front of people in the future, what..."

"It's okay!" Xiao Cheng waved his hand indifferently.

"Next year, you are going to take the Juren exam. When you become a Juren master, let the hammer follow you!" Old Han Zheng said cautiously. With the current situation of the Xiao family and Xiao Cheng's talent and learning, he will become a jinshi in the future, or even become a jinshi. Going out and going in and out is something that can be counted on. If you let the hammer follow you to be a personal follower, you will have a good way out in the future, which is better than hitting the iron now.

Even if the Tiangong workshop is in full swing and makes a lot of money every year, after all, isn't it still a blacksmith?
"No no no!" Xiao Cheng waved his hand: "I treat the hammer as a brother, but I can't treat him as a servant!"

Seeing Xiao Cheng's resolute attitude, Old Han Zheng couldn't help but sigh, feeling both joy and worry in his heart.

When the two were talking, the iron hammer over there had already poured all the iron juice from the stove into the mold, and the yard was steaming hot for a while.Walking to the row of blue-black iron ingots that had just been processed, Xiao Cheng squatted down, picked up a small iron hammer, tapped it a few times, and listened for a while, then smiled: "Master, It seems that the quality is better than before."

"This is all due to you Erlang!" Han Zheng looked at Xiao Shi with a look of admiration in his eyes: "According to the method you said, the furnace I modified, after remelting the wool iron, is almost the same as the wrought iron. It’s almost the same. Erlang, how did you study our industry so deeply?”

"What kind of research, I just read it in the book, I just said it casually. If you really want to give credit, it's your hard work, old man, that you actually turned the things in the book into reality." Xiao Cheng Hit a haha, diverted the topic. "The book has its own golden house, the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own thousand bells!"

Han Zheng also doubted him, and sighed, "That's why all things are inferior, but only high school! I've worked on iron all my life, but I haven't come up with a solution. Just a few words from you will solve the problem."

Having said that, he glanced at their hammer, but sighed: "I asked him to study when he was a child, but it's really not that kind of material, this life is just playing with iron. "

Xiao Cheng smiled slightly and said, "In my opinion, Hammer is very talented. If he can join the army, he will definitely be a brave general who will shock the enemy in the future!"

The hammer in Xiao Cheng's mouth, his real name is Han Yong, and his nickname is Iron Hammer. He is fifteen years old this year, one year younger than Xiao Cheng, but he is physically strong. The big hammer in his hand is like a toy, it is a hundred kilograms of iron ingots and iron felts, and he is also holding it lightly in one hand.

The so-called one-power-down-hundred-conference also.

When it comes to the battlefield, any fancy moves are courting death. With absolute strength, and practicing some of those special skills to fight on the battlefield, you can rub all the opposing enemies on the ground.

Xiao Yong on the side was suddenly full of anticipation, and he really had this idea.If he really wants to join the army, with the power of the Xiao family in the army, to arrange a good position for him, naturally, he will be captured.

Old Han Zheng shook his head again and again.

"Erlang, the old Han family is a single biography. I absolutely don't want to join the army with a hammer. I remember when the old man I followed the old man to the north to defend the border. For nearly [-] years, I don't know how many heroes and heroes with outstanding martial arts have died. There are people who are stronger than a hammer, but in the end, how many of them will survive?"

Speaking of this, Han Zheng seemed to be in a trance, and after a while he continued: "The army is fighting, thousands of people are fighting together, hehe, in that scene, what is the value of personal force? A cold arrow can make a hero. Died inexplicably."

Hearing Han Zheng's sigh, Xiao Cheng nodded with sympathy.When the two countries face off against each other, what determines the final outcome is the general trend and national strength. A little personal force is really insignificant in the face of the state apparatus.

"The old man said it too. My father told me before that more than ten years ago, the Liao Kingdom asked the security envoy to go to Beijing, and the deputy envoy who accompanied him was named Xiao, Xiao..."

"Xiao Darin, the number one hero of the Liao Kingdom!" Han Zheng continued, "In Tokyo, he has defeated dozens of soldiers in our emperor and Song Dynasty, and all of a sudden, the entire capital is full of horses. I haven't recovered my anger for several years. But in the end, wasn't it still fired by us in the border battle and turned into a hedgehog? All the heads were sent to the capital to ask for credit."

"The old man is right, it's not bad to let Hammer run this workshop. The wife is mediocre, isn't it better than anything else?" Xiao Cheng laughed.

"Don't blame Erlang." Xiao Zheng said, "It's hot outside, sit in Erlang's room, iron hammer, go and pour herbal tea for Erlang to cool off the heat."

Accompanying Xiao Cheng into the room, Han Yong also quickly followed with a large pot of herbal tea, pouring a large bowl for each of them.This kind of herbal tea, commonly known as a jar, has always been the best choice for ordinary people to cool down and relieve fever. Only a few pieces can be brewed in a large pot.Although it is not elegant, it is the best thing to quench thirst and relieve fire.

On a hot day, Xiao Cheng ran halfway across the capital. The temperature here in Tiangongfang was a little hotter than outside. Han Yong brought tea, but he drank two bowls in a row and burped. , I feel comfortable all over.

However, Han Zhong opened a box in the room, took out a long bag from the inside, and placed it in front of Xiao Cheng.

"Erlang, what you ordered earlier has already been prepared. Are you satisfied with it?"

Reaching out his hand to open the bag, a long knife appeared in front of Xiao Cheng.

The blade is like an autumn water, and when I look at it suddenly, it seems that there are rays of light running on the blade, and clusters of beautiful patterns are looming on the blade. I lift the blade, stretch my finger and flick it, and a humming sound is heard. In the house for a long time.

"Good knife!" Xiao Cheng blurted out.

The Xiao family kept the door, and there were naturally countless treasured swords and swords in the family, but in Xiao Cheng's opinion, none of them could compare to the one in front of him.

He turned his head and picked up a rag on the table for wiping the blade, flicked it away, and threw it in the air with his right hand. two.

"Erlang, this is the old man's best knife in my life." Looking at the knife, Han Zheng's eyes were filled with excitement, "But this is also a fine iron made by your method, Erlang. This is the knife."

Xiao Cheng smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the blade. As he gradually exerted force, the blade also slowly bent. As soon as his hand was released, the blade bounced back with a clanging sound.

Xiao Cheng said with satisfaction, the sharp and flexible sword, "It's still thanks to the skill of the old man, and now I have a gift for my eldest brother."

"So you are for Dalang-Jun?" Han Zheng suddenly realized.

"Of course, my eldest brother is going to celebrate his birthday soon. He is in the frontier, leading troops to fight. With such a powerful soldier, he will be even more powerful, and he also likes BMW swords the most. If he wants to come to this gift, it will definitely make him ecstatic. Xiao Cheng smiled and said: "What do I want a knife like this for? I really dare to take it with me, I'm afraid my father will beat me again."

Han Zheng also laughed: "Erlang is a reading seed, and it is indeed a bit inappropriate to hang this knife by his side. But since it is a gift for the eldest young master, then the little old man will change it again and inlay on the hilt of the knife. Two precious stones, decorated with gold and silver, and a good scabbard."

"Don't do this!" Xiao Cheng shook his head again and again: "Just use a fine hemp rope and wrap it carefully. It is good to use an ordinary scabbard. This knife is given to the eldest brother to kill the enemy in battle. It's not for showing off. What are you doing with these scumbags? It's practical. By the way, what about the two short blades I let you hit?"

"It's also made. It's made with the materials left over from hitting this knife. It's as sharp as this knife." As he spoke, Han Zheng turned around and took out two short daggers from the hengzi. The dagger was different. The short dagger that Han Zheng took out was slightly longer than usual, but it had a handguard on the hilt.

Reaching out and picking up the two short daggers, Xiao Cheng skillfully waved them a few times, but he became very interested. He tugged his robe to his waist, and went straight out of the door. .

The weak scholar in the eyes of outsiders, who is now playing a knife in this courtyard, is extremely skilled.Two silver lights circled around the body, obviously with extraordinary skill.

After a while, Xiao Cheng, who was sweating profusely, walked back to the room and smiled at Han Zheng: "It's very good."

Han Zheng shook his head and said, "Isn't the master not allowing Erlang to practice martial arts? Who did you learn from? Your way of holding a short dagger is very different from the rest of the world."

Xiao Cheng laughed: "I have nothing to think about."

The way he holds the short dagger is the yin hand, which is completely different from the way the yang hand holds the blade in the world. It is no wonder that Han Zheng, who is used to seeing this, is greatly surprised.

And Han Zheng naturally knew that Xiao Cheng didn't tell the truth, he only looked at Xiao Cheng's way of playing with a knife, where he was thinking blindly, it was clearly taught by a famous master, but Erlang didn't want to say, he naturally wouldn't ask more.

(End of this chapter)