The attributes are not enough, so all the comprehension is needed

Chapter 13 Sword Cultivation
After everyone left one by one, Yuncheng's headhunter couldn't help asking:

"City Lord, why were you so arrogant just now? Just distribute our credit? How much resources will we have to give them?"

City Lord Yun smiled slightly.

"I'm not arrogant, I'm making connections. The Criminal Arrest Division is under the banner of the Zhenwu Division and is stationed in various places. It is on the same level as me, so don't care. But Ruan Hongyu is the Phoenix Guard of the Zhenwu Division. Offending her is nothing good. On the contrary , Maybe he can save his life in the future.

Officialdom is not about playing prestige, it is about human sophistication. "

"So that's how it is, the city lord is wise."

A few days later, an announcement in the city completely extinguished the last hope of the blacksmiths.

"Oh! I can't think of Old Song and the others."

"Old Song, Lao Zhang, go all the way."

Everyone was quite sentimental.

Two days later, everyone made an appointment to go to Song Taiping's funeral together. Shen Cong saw Song Taiping's wife for the first time, an authentic middle-aged woman at the bottom, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she fainted again and again.

Master Song's son, Song Daqi, was thin and thin, he didn't say a word, didn't shed a single tear, he was stunned, as if he had lost his soul.

During the burial, Mrs. Taiping jumped on the coffin like crazy, and frantically pulled the coffin lid.

"You heartless person, I told you not to let you go, if you don't let you go, you just go, how can you live without us orphans and widows? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

This scene made Shen Cong couldn't help but think of Er Niu's wife who was forced to death by the Wang family in Lijia Village, and he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

The world of martial arts is so cruel, the strong are respected, and the bottom people have no way to control their own lives.

After attending Song Taiping's funeral, everyone returned to the blacksmith shop to continue working.

Life always goes on.

Shen Cong never mentioned the matter of the ten taels of silver.

In the end, it is a person who has received socialist education, and the kindness in his heart is indelible.

I thought this matter would just pass away and Song Taiping would be submerged in everyone's memory, but unexpectedly, within two days, there was another face in the blacksmith's shop.

"Masters, our blacksmith shop has an extra apprentice today, I hope you will take care of them."

The steward led Song Daqi in, and everyone exclaimed:
"Isn't this a big weapon?"

Song Daqi bowed politely to everyone.

"All uncles and uncles, please give me more advice in the future."

"Daqi, you are so small, can you bear this hardship?"

Song Daqi nodded.

"My father gave me more than a dozen bottles of psychic liquid before, so my strength is not weak, and I am not weaker than a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy."

"Then you don't learn martial arts anymore?"

"I still have a mother to take care of and eat."

"It's hard for you, Wu didn't have to learn, and he had to come to pick up your father's old job."

In this way, Song Daqi became an apprentice in the blacksmith shop, and everyone took care of him for Song Taiping's sake, so he quickly integrated into it and did not make him suffer too much.

Song Daqi is also considered sensible, serving tea and water, never making people talk too much.

At lunch, he came to Shen Cong with a rice bowl.

"Master Shen, my father owes you ten taels of silver. Father's debt is repaid, and the money will not be lost."

"If you die, forget it."

Seeing him pitiful, Shen Cong wanted to avoid it, but his face was firm.

"No, I have to give it. My father said, to be a man first, you must pay back the debts. But I don't have that much money now. When I have monthly silver, I will pay you back every month."

Seeing his serious face, Shen Cong didn't insist anymore.

"As you like."

After lunch, a customer came to the iron shop in the afternoon, and the blacksmiths couldn't take their eyes off immediately.

"Dear me, this girl is really pretty. If she's placed in Guilan Fang, she won't be able to sit firmly in the top spot?"

"It's just that I didn't expect it before, which is a pity."

When Shen Cong heard this, a cold and beautiful face automatically appeared in his mind. He turned his head and saw that it was his neighbor who had never spoken - Ruan Hongyu.

After she took out a broken sword and said something to the steward, the steward led her into the blacksmith's shop and came to Shen Cong.

"Master Shen."

Since Master Song and others left, the master craftsmen in the blacksmith shop have lost a lot. In addition, Shen Cong's forging skills have continued to improve, and now he has become the top spot in Dong's iron shop. , he went first.

Of course, his current treatment is far beyond the reach of others.

"It's you."

Ruan Hongyu was surprised to see Shen Cong.

"Do you know?"

Shen Cong nodded.

"Neighbor."

"I see. That's just right. Master Shen, this guest wants to repair the broken sword. You see."

Shen Cong took over the dagger, and it was heavy, weighing more than twenty or thirty catties.

"Good sword."

The material of this sword is excellent, and the forging technique is also top-notch. After all, it is the Fengwei of Zhenwusi. A good horse is equipped with a good saddle. This weapon is not ordinary.

"Can it be fixed?"

Ruan Hongyu asked with a hint of hope, but Shen Cong nodded.

"Yes, but you need to pay more."

"How many?"

"500 taels."

The Zhenwu Division is one of the top institutions in Daxia, the Zhili royal family, the oil and water on their bodies are almost splashing on themselves, and they are not slaughtered for nothing.

But even if she is not killed, it will cost more than 200 taels to repair the sword.

Once the sword is broken, it cannot be repaired, even the best sword is the same, so Shen Cong must melt it and then forge it again.

Because of the material, I don't know how many times it needs to be forged, it may take tens of thousands of times, or even [-] times!
Ordinary craftsmen have to forge one hundred thousand times, I don't know how many days, and ordinary craftsmen may not be able to touch the material of this sword.

The most important thing is that forging needs to be continuous in order to form a whole. Which craftsman can work without sleep for dozens of days?

Only he, or in Yuncheng, only he can do it.

The steward and other craftsmen were stunned when they heard this sentence. The steward even wanted to pull the corner of Shen Cong's clothes to persuade him not to charge too high, so as not to scare away the customers.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Hongyu readily agreed.

"no problem."

Now, whether it's the manager or the other craftsmen, it's completely messed up.

500 taels, repairing a sword, how rich is this?Even if the monthly silver of the blacksmith is not low, at this moment, they are still shocked by a storm in their hearts.

"How long can I get the sword?"

"Seven days."

In fact, Shen Cong could do it in a day, but that was too shocking, and he didn't want to be overly valued by the real warriors.

"Okay, here is a deposit of 100 taels. I will come to pick up the sword in seven days."

After saying that, Ruan Hongyu directly took out a bank note, and the manager hurriedly took it, for fear that Ruan Hongyu would break the contract.

After paying the money, Ruan Hongyu immediately turned around and left without dragging her feet.

The person in charge gave Shen Cong a thumbs up, and hurriedly followed up to send him off.

"Guest officer, don't worry, our Dong's iron shop will definitely help you restore it to perfection."

(End of this chapter)