The punishment of the female imperial court

Boyi was at a loss, not knowing why.But subconsciously followed Yu Qiansi closely, and followed her into the workshop.

Following this question, many answers flashed through my mind.

There are well-known weapon workshops in Jianghu, but Qingye Grotto in the southwest is good at making concealed weapons, Hanguang Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River is good at swords, and Zidufang in the north specializes in knives, halberds and spears for the Xun'an Escort.

But he always felt that these were not the answers she wanted.

Da'an Fang is close to the city gate, with a half corner facing the street and a strange existence of half a field.

There are many merchants traveling from south to north, and generations have lived here since ancient times, and there are also many farmers who depend on the sky for food.

Yuqiansi seemed to be very familiar with this place, and walked him through various inns with his hands behind his back, leading him to the back street.

Boyi took a step behind, feeling a little weird.

Why didn't she just disappear for a while, she looked like she didn't have the confusion before.

But the murderer has not been arrested yet, and Wang Song's condition has not eased.
What happened?
Turning around an alley, the field of vision suddenly widened.

A small stream gurgled out, like a green pen, dividing Da'an Square into two parts.

Along the side of the stream, there are still many small restaurants and shops on the back street, which are crowded but lively and full of fireworks.

And across the creek, it is a vast expanse of fertile land.

This is the time when Xia Mai grows gratifyingly, and the large expanse of lush greenery fills the eyes and refreshes the hearts of the people.

The sound of hammering iron goes up the stream, and the sound of the stream has a special charm.

Seeing that Boyi raised his thick eyebrows, he couldn't believe it, Yuqian looked at the door of the blacksmith's shop wantonly, while trying to answer his doubts.

"The real good blacksmiths are not those who make killer weapons in the Jianghu. Rather, they can make the most inconspicuous agricultural tools durable, strong, and always new."

"Those who can be selected as weapons are naturally good irons that are unique in a million. Naturally, they sound unique and have a great reputation."

"But farm tools are different. No one will use good iron to make farm tools. But farm tools must not only be durable, but also have the right weight. If they want to open wasteland, they can break boulders."

"Compared to the boulders buried in the fields for many years, the weapons used to kill people are nothing more than kitchen knives for cutting fat."

Makes sense.

Yuqian's searching gaze finally landed on the corner of the upper left corner of the pavement that was covered with fire stains, and found a small bump that was about to melt into one with the color of black bituminous coal.

A closer look reveals that it is half of a smiling Buddha engraved, but for some reason, only the left half of the Buddha's face remains.

Only then did she seem to be sure, and with the sound of iron striking, she stood in front of the young blacksmith who had just looked at the two curiously.

Seeing two well-dressed people, they really came to look for him, they slanted their hands, and with a hammer, they fell into the steaming charcoal stove.

Splash a little spark.

"You two, are you looking for me?"

The blacksmith simply put down his work, wiped the fine beads of sweat on his face with a half-black scarf around his neck, and led them to the display of farm tools.

"But plan to buy some farm tools?"

"I heard that your place is a century-old shop."

The young man chuckled, his two rows of big white teeth stood out against his dark complexion.

"I don't dare to be a 'hundred-year-old shop'. But my master's master opened a shop here. If it is passed on to me, is it also the 'three-generation single pass' that people often say?"

Yu Qiansi smiled lightly and nodded, accepting this not-so-funny joke.

Boyi glanced at him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

The appearance of her when she wants to get a routine from others is often the most pleasing.

She lightly touched the tines of one of the rakes, and said softly, "I want to ask you to build a weapon."

The young man hesitated: "I only know how to play farm tools. This weapon, to be honest—"

Yuqian put down a ruyi-shaped silver nude, which seemed to be worth 200 taels.

"The price is easy to say."

The young man swallowed his saliva, and turned his words abruptly:
"—To be honest, I'm not good at making weapons at all, but my master said that I am talented and can learn everything quickly. Since you have found me, you naturally trust my technology. Of course, I can try my best. "

Yu Qiansi spread out her palm, handed over the severed tendon, thought about his expression carefully, and said slowly:

"The weapon I need should be like this piece of wire. I need to use a method to connect these broken wires together. It can be connected for a long time without affecting the fluency of using it. It is best to kill people invisible."

Boyi already understood the purpose of Yu Qiansi's coming here, but looking at this humble little farm tool shop, can it really make something like that?

The man swallowed his saliva again, and said bluntly: "My dear guest, although I really want to earn this money, but as you said, I really can't do it. If it is a sword, I might give it a try. What you described Things, I have never heard of them for you. If I had this ability, I would have gone to make weapons a long time ago. You should find someone else."

After saying that, his unwilling eyes cast a circle on the silver nude.

Yu Qiansi refused to give in: "What about your master? Or your master's master? Do they have this ability?"

The young man seemed to be ignited by the hot furnace gas in the house, and said: "I can't understand what you are talking about? If you talk nonsense again, I will report to the official! Report to the official that you want to kill someone!"

It's completely annoying.

First, he showed his reluctance to Yin Jianzi, and then exaggerated his words to take over the business, but this inconspicuous appearance may actually persuade the customer to leave.

Yu Qian nodded four times, expressing her approval of his acting skills.

Raising his hand slightly, Boyi understood, and easily held down the person, with his hands cut behind his back, and pressed against the fire.

The heat waves hit him in circles, causing him to hear a slight "sizzling" sound.

The ends of the hair curled up, the corners of the forehead tingled, and there was also the unique pungent smell of the mane being burned when the pig was slaughtered.

He repeatedly begged for mercy: "My dear guest, I was wrong, I was wrong. I will do whatever you ask me to do. Help me, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Boyi was slightly surprised, slightly pulling him away from the fireside.

This man has no kung fu.

But he believed that Yuqiansi would not find the wrong person.

Yu Qian scrutinized his expression and nodded again.

Just the right amount of fear and fear, really good acting.

"I don't have time to watch you act, so save it for me!"

"What on earth do you want to do! I said, I really don't know how to do what you said!"

The young man seemed to be struggling with all his strength, but in Boyi's view, it was not as good as the young rabbit's thumping before dying.

"How about a kind reminder and another message?"

Boyi obviously felt the young man who was clamped startled slightly.

Because he was extremely close to the fire, his expression was gloomy, but Yu Qiansi could still see the thought in his eyes.

Only then did Boyi let him go.

The young man straightened up and said in a low voice, "Master Yu, what news do you want to know?"

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