Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Let me see." Ashu stepped forward to take the long knife, and his hand sank.

He carefully inspected the blade of the long knife, and joy gradually appeared on his face.

It had just cut off two iron weapons one after another, and the blades were still as sharp as ever. There were no signs of use at all unless you looked carefully.

Ashu could see its structural flaws through its appearance, but if he hadn't actually used it, it would be hard to believe that its blade still had such quality.

"Modified knife... No, it's Kaidun City No. 1?" He looked at Lu Meng and asked.

The quality of weapons is divided into: garbage, scrap, old modified knives, modified knives...

In the beginning, in addition to the garbage collected from scavenging, the more useful weapons were repaired and modified cultural relics and antiques left over from ancient times. People commonly called them 'modified knives'.

Later, even if some craftsmen began to be able to make good weapons by themselves, everyone said they were used to it and simply agreed. "Modified knife" became the synonym for this grade of weapon, but it was divided into old and new.

In the same way, the reputation of Kaidun City's scrap masters is so great that people refer to high-end equipment by their product series names.

The craftsmen did not feel offended, but considered it an honor.

If your works can be as famous as those of scrap masters, that is the best brand effect.

What's more, apart from the scrap masters, there are very few craftsmen who can independently create weapons of "Kaedon City" quality.

Ashu's heart palpitated. Could it be that Lu Beiyou was one of them?

It can cut gaps or even cut off scrap-level weapons. Modified knives can also do it, but their own blades will also roll and break. If such small losses accumulate, the weapon will eventually be scrapped.

This is why in actual combat, people will not foolishly attack each other with all their strength. Even if they want to catch the opponent's weapon, they will often choose to use the back of the knife or simply switch to a weapon with a blunter edge but thicker and stronger weapon - such as the Shaq My favorite segmented axe.

Not cherishing weapons on the battlefield means not cherishing one's own life. The sharpest blade should be reserved for the moment it pierces the enemy's body.

However, the straight knife made by Lu Beiyou was able to cut off two weapons one after another without breaking... It was undoubtedly a 'Kaidun City' level performance.

A long knife that can be used to chop freely without worrying about curling the blade is a powerful weapon for any warrior.

No wonder Kaiton City’s products are so popular.

"It should be a modified knife." Lu Meng shook his head and rejected Ashu's imagination.

This new knife can have such an effect because of the light of the material.

Its fatal flaw still exists - only if "Lu Meng" swings it with all its strength can it break by itself.

If it is just positioned as a 'modified knife' and equipped for ordinary warriors, then its service life can still be guaranteed.

Rather, it would be unreasonable to say that Lu Meng, as a new craftsman, wanted to make the first work he made by the scrap master of Kaidun City.

"It's okay to modify the knife." Ashu smiled.

He was too surprised just now. After calming down, he weighed the knife carefully. He could feel the roughness of its production part, which was far away from the "Kaedon City" series.

If his brothers were really craftsmen comparable to the scrap masters, then he wouldn't believe it.

You must know that the Brotherhood originally hired Lu Beiyou in name only. He could occasionally produce one or two works to make his presence felt.

What do you mean when you suddenly say that there is a scrap master in this unknown shop of ours?

Ah Shu was quite satisfied. He found a separate knife holder to hang the long knife and placed it in a conspicuous position on the shop front.

"How much can I get from selling this knife?" Lu Meng casually mentioned.

"Don't worry, Master Beiyou," Ashu joked, "You get whatever you sell."

He finally understood why the other party didn't need to reimburse the materials. In this way, the work produced belonged to the craftsman personally and not to the shop.

——The former is equivalent to consignment, while the latter only has a fixed salary plus some profit sharing at most.

For truly skilled craftsmen, the conditions offered by the blacksmith shop are actually very loose, and they don't care about the cost of one or two pieces of work.

What's more important is visibility, which is the key to driving sales of the entire store.

Lu Meng nodded.

A modified knife generally sells for tens of thousands of coins, and it doesn't take long for the money to be recouped.

What makes him worse than the scrap master now is his hard work in forging skills.

There is another thing that Lumeng cannot compare with Kaiduncheng, that is, others can mass produce and the quality is stable. Therefore, even if he can really build a 'Kaidun City' level, there is no need to worry about competition or market seizing.

Fortunately, Lu Meng's thoughts were not here, which became his advantage.

In order to pursue quantity and profit, Scrap Master can only produce templates and try to save materials; while the equipment produced by Lu Meng is all intended for his own people, that is, if there are any good things, he can use them. Customize according to your own characteristics.

As skills improve and technology is unlocked, the upper limit will undoubtedly be higher.

He ate his desert sandwich while studying the next drawing.

This kind of sandwich is also sold by Leiber. It tastes extremely astringent and must be taken with a lot of water.

It is said that if you meet a thirsty traveler and give him a desert sandwich, you can eat him to death.

But now everyone has enough drinking water, which is sweet and thirst-quenching. When we eat sandwiches, the original fillings are a little softer, extremely delicious and nutritious.

"continue."

…

Scone Town, South Gate.

Several Shaq guards stood under the high wall as usual, scanning the passing crowd.

Banu and Buck were among them.

They were originally distant relatives, about the same age, and in terms of seniority, Banu was still an uncle.

The two Shaks came to the town of Scone together, and their fates were very different at the beginning:

Banu first set foot on the battlefield and made military exploits, but after the peace, he still chose to be a guard at the South Gate and retire from work.

Buck was originally responsible for the defense of the north gate, but the war ended before the enemy reached Scone Town.

Fortunately, there were often bandits attacking the city at the north gate. His nephew Buck accumulated military exploits step by step and was promoted to the position of guard chief. He came from behind, and the status of the uncle and nephew was already very different.

In his heart, Buck still looked down on Uncle Banu, who took the initiative to choose a side job, and felt that he had no ambition.

Look at yourself. Although you started behind, you still got up step by step. This is called hard work.

The two of them had less contact after that.

Unexpectedly, Buck neglected his duty and was directly assigned to guard the south gate.

After going around and around, he actually became colleagues with Banu.

Not only was his status and future gone, as a 'newcomer', he had to listen to this 'veteran', which was a double blow.

Banu didn't think much about it.

There were few things going on at the South Gate, and there were also few guards. They were basically the only ones on duty every time, so he paid more attention to his eldest nephew.

Now when they were standing guard together again, Banu took things as they came, doing what he liked; Buck was always absent-minded, and even though he was taller and stronger, he looked wilted.

Judging from the absent-minded look in his eyes, it was obvious that the passers-by were not paying attention to him.

'This is not okay...'

Seeing Buck's appearance, Banu sighed. Just as he was about to go up to remind him, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming from the city and became "alert".

He has solid white hair and windproof goggles on his face.

Isn't this the same guy who said he was going to leave the city last time, but ended up walking out of the city gate, drinking a little wine and watching himself standing guard against the sun all day long?

how……

Are you "going out of town" again?

Thanks for the crazy 2,000-point reward, and thank you for the 5,000-point reward from How I Wish It Was a Dream - thank you to the two big guys for the reward, and thank you to my friends for their support! I don’t know what to say, so I wish you all a happy day