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

Chapter 5 Black Market
After simply washing his face, Shen Cong quickly came to the blacksmith shop, ate some meat buns and began to forge iron embryos.

He found that his appetite has also increased a lot. He used to eat at most five or six big meat buns in the morning, but now he can eat eleven, and his stomach has not bloated at all.

This should show that his internal organs have also been strengthened a little.

From this point of view, the infusion of aura into the body itself strengthens the whole body, and it is only a gradual cycle from the outside to the inside. The skin is the outermost, so it is the first to benefit.

"Master Shen, today a customer ordered a sword and will reward you with ten taels of silver. If it is done well, there may be an additional reward. Look."

In the past month or so, Shen Cong's blacksmithing skills have improved so rapidly that even the master craftsmen in the blacksmith's shop feel ashamed, and even the stewards have to be honored as Master Shen.

So he can also take on some jobs that are more difficult and the rewards are not low.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Shen took over the order from the other party, with detailed graphics and requirements on it.

"You worked hard."

The manager cupped his hands and left with a smile.

Blacksmithing is different from other types of work, and it is one of the few types of work with relatively high status.Especially a good blacksmith, even if he is in charge, he has to be respectful, otherwise, if he is poached away, the boss can chop the person in charge.

After taking a closer look at the order, Shen Cong asked the apprentices to go to the warehouse to take out the materials and start heating and forging.

The handle is one foot and five inches long, the sword body is seven feet long, and weighs no less than ten catties.

The length is not a big problem, the problem is the weight. Under normal circumstances, a sword of this size is no more than two or three catties. The other party requires no less than ten catties, so it needs to remove enough impurities and hammer the iron into fine steel. The higher the purity , and its weight is higher.

To make such a sword, even a master craftsman would have to spend several days of hard work. It is not enough to meet the requirements of the employer. At least it would have to be forged thousands or even tens of thousands of times.

But since Shen Cong broke through to the ninth rank, his strength has far surpassed that of ordinary people, and his forging speed is amazing. Knead.

At ten o'clock in the noon, before dinner, Shen Cong had already forged the sword and finished quenching and consecrating it.

"knock off."

Shen Cong put the sword on the board, and other master blacksmiths gathered around one after another, amazed.

"Good guy, Master Shen has released another treasure."

"The whole body of this sword is as bright as clear water, illuminating the face without leaving a trace, and the smoothness of the forging is astonishing. We may not be able to practice this kind of skill in 50 to [-] years."

A master tried to pick up the sword and was even more surprised:

"It's so heavy. This sword weighs at least ten catties! Master Shen, you hammered it tens of thousands of times, right?"

"It's not that exaggerated, it's only about [-] times."

"Hi~!"

Everyone gasped in unison, and couldn't help being amazed again and again.

You can hammer [-] times in half a day, which is not something ordinary people can do!
For a while, he praised Shen Conghao again.

At lunch time, Song Taiping came to Shen Cong's table with his own food, sat at the same table with Shen Cong, and pushed a jug of good wine in front of Shen Cong.

"Drunken red blood, good wine."

This wine is the famous shochu in Yuncheng, the price is not cheap, and it is not made by blacksmiths for the blacksmiths, it is bought from outside, at least it costs half a penny, equivalent to half a tael of silver.

"Hehe, Master Shen, try it."

Shen Cong said with a smile:

"You don't get rewarded for meritorious deeds. If Master Song doesn't make it clear, I dare not drink it."

Master Song smiled awkwardly.

"As expected of Master Shen, you can tell at a glance. I've been short on money recently, and I want to get some turnover from you."

"If I remember correctly, Master Song's monthly silver is eight taels and three cents, isn't it enough?"

"Isn't it because my son has already entered the martial arts hall and started practicing martial arts, but his foundation is too weak to keep up with others' rhythm, so I want to go to the black market to buy some spiritual liquid for him to strengthen his body."

"Black market? Where is that?"

"The black market is a market for warriors to trade. Under normal circumstances, warriors buy various cultivation supplies, such as exercises, martial arts, weapons, and pills. They all have to pay taxes. Even if we sell swords in our blacksmith shop, we have to pay taxes. The tax is paid to Daxia. The tax money is included in the purchase money.

But the black market does not have to pay taxes, so all kinds of items are relatively cheaper.For example, for spiritual liquid, the pharmacy costs five taels of silver a bottle, while on the black market, it only costs three and a half taels, and there are even some that only cost three taels. "

"so cheap!"

Shen Cong was quite surprised, isn't the price difference too big?
"Cheap is cheap, but the quality is not guaranteed. You need to check it yourself."

"I see."

This is roughly equivalent to a place that is not officially supervised.

However, since the black market can exist, there is a rationale for its existence.

Martial artist training is too expensive. If a poor family wants to cultivate a martial artist and change the fate of the whole family, they have to plan carefully and get the greatest results at the smallest cost.

"Where is the black market?"

I am short of martial arts skills, maybe I can give it a try. In addition, if I can buy some cheap spirit liquid, it is also a good deal.

"It's in Yang, Erli, east of the city. Every night it starts at midnight and ends at Yin hour."

Shen Cong nodded.

"Then how much are you going to borrow?"

"20 taels."

Shen Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, 20 taels, which is close to the annual income of an ordinary formal blacksmith, even he needs it now.

But Master Song is a good person. When I first came, he was the teacher who guided me the most. I couldn't improve so fast without his help in the early stage.

In addition, he earns a lot of money and has the ability to repay the loan, so he can borrow a little bit.

"Master Song also knows that I have just become an official blacksmith not long ago. Last month's monthly payment was four taels and seven taels. This month may be more, but I haven't got it yet. How about it, I will lend you ten taels."

"Okay! Then thank you, Master Shen. I will give you a written receipt."

"You're welcome."

Soon, Song Taiping set up a document for Shen Cong, and got ten taels of silver from Shen Cong, and left happily, stopping all the work in the afternoon.

Shen Cong hit a few more steel swords in the afternoon, and left after dinner.

When night fell, he disguised himself again and headed towards the black market.

Although the black market is cheap, the risk is huge. Make it easy to avoid being targeted by those who want to.

Although there is also a law enforcement team and an imperial court here, but he has no relatives and friends, he is alone, and his death will be in vain.

Out of caution, he didn't go there at the very beginning, but waited until he was ugly. At that time, there should be more people, and there should be more people, so he wouldn't be targeted.

(End of this chapter)