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

Chapter 13 Sword Training

After everyone left one by one, Yuncheng's head catcher couldn't help but ask:

"City Lord, why were you so generous just now? Did you just share the credit with us? How many resources will we give them then?"

City Lord Yun smiled slightly.

"I'm not being arrogant, I'm making connections. The Criminal Apprehension Division is under the Zhenwu Division and is stationed in various places. It's on the same level as me, so you don't have to worry about it. But Ruan Hongyu is the Phoenix Guard of the Zhenwu Division. If you offend her, there's nothing good to do. On the contrary. , maybe it can save my life in the future.

Officialdom is not about showing off one’s authority, it is about humaneness and sophistication.”

"That's it, the city lord is wise."

A few days later, an announcement was made in the city, completely extinguishing the last glimmer of hope for the blacksmiths.

"Alas! I didn't expect Lao Songtou and the others."

"Lao Songtou, Lao Zhang, have a good trip."

Everyone was quite sad.

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

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

During the burial, Mrs. Taiping threw herself on the coffin like a madman and pulled the lid of the coffin frantically.

"You heartless person, I said I wouldn't let you go, I didn't let you go, but you went instead. How can you live without us orphans and widowed mothers? Ugh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

This scene made Shen Bong couldn't help but think of Mrs. Erniu who was forced to death by the Wang family in Lijia Village, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

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

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

Life will always go on.

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

After all, people who have received socialist education have kindness in their hearts that is hard to erase.

I thought that this incident would just go away and Song Taiping would be lost in everyone's memory. However, I didn't expect that within two days, there would be another face in the blacksmith shop.

"Masters, we have an additional apprentice in our blacksmith shop today. I hope you will take care of him."

The steward led Song Daqi in, and everyone exclaimed:

"Isn't this a great tool?"

Song Daqi bowed politely to everyone.

"I also ask all uncles and uncles to give me your advice in the future."

"Da Qi, you are so young, can you bear this hardship?"

Song Daqi nodded.

"My father gave me more than a dozen bottles of spiritual liquid to drink before, so I am not weak at all, even compared to a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old."

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

"I still have a mother to support and to eat."

"It's hard on you. You don't have to learn martial arts, so you have to pick up your father's old profession."

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

Song Daqi was also quite sensible. He served tea and water and never made anyone talk too much.

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

"Master Shen, my father owes you ten taels of silver. I will repay my father's debt. This money will not be lost."

"If you die, let's forget it."

Shen Cong saw how pitiful he was and wanted to avoid it, but he had a determined look on his face.

"No, you must give it. My father said that you must be a good person before doing anything, and you must pay back your 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 look, Shen Cong stopped insisting.

"It's up to you."

After lunch, a customer came to the blacksmith shop in the afternoon, which immediately made the blacksmiths unable to take their eyes away.

"My dear, this girl is really beautiful. If she is placed in Guilan Fong, how can she be the top one?"

"It's just that we didn't expect it ahead of time, which is a pity."

When Shen Cong heard the news, a cold and charming face automatically appeared in his mind. He turned around and saw, as expected, it was his neighbor who had never spoken before - Ruan Hongyu.

After she took out a broken sword and spoke to the steward, the steward took her into the blacksmith shop and came to Shen Cong.

"Master Shen."

Since Master Song and others left, the old masters 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. What's so hard to do? , he was the first to go.

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

"It's you."

Ruan Hongyu was quite surprised to see Shen Cong.

"Do you know each other?"

Shen Cong nodded.

"Neighbor."

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

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

"Good sword."

The material of this sword is excellent, and the forging skills are also top-notch. After all, it is the Phoenix Guard of Zhenwu Division. It has a good horse and a good saddle. This weapon is extraordinary.

"Can it be repaired?"

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

"Yes, but you have to pay extra."

"How many?"

"Five hundred taels."

The Zhenwu Division is one of the top institutions in Daxia, directly under the royal family, and the oil and water on it is almost splashing all over itself, and it will be useless if you don't kill it.

But even if he didn't kill her, it would still cost more than two hundred taels to repair the sword.

Once a sword is broken, it cannot be repaired, no matter how good the sword is, so Shen Cong must smelt it and then forge it into shape again.

Because of the material, I don’t know how many times it will be forged, it may take tens of thousands, or even one hundred thousand!

An ordinary craftsman would have to forge it 100,000 times, which would take an unknown number of days, and ordinary craftsmen may not be able to beat the material of this sword.

The most important thing is that forging needs to be continuous before it can be formed into one piece. Which craftsman can work non-stop for dozens of days?

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

The steward and other craftsmen were shocked when they heard this. The steward even wanted to tug on Shen Cong's clothes to persuade him not to charge too high a price, so as not to scare away customers.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Hongyu agreed readily.

"no problem."

Now, both the steward and the other craftsmen were in complete disarray.

Five hundred taels, repairing a sword, how rich is that? Even if the blacksmith's monthly silver is already high, at this moment, they feel a wave of shock in their hearts.

"How long will it take to get the sword?"

"Seven days."

In fact, Shen Cong could do it in one day, but that would be too shocking, and he didn't want to be overly taken seriously by the people of the Zhenwu Division.

"Okay, here's the deposit of one hundred taels. I'll pick up the sword in seven days."

After saying this, Ruan Hongyu took out a banknote directly, and the steward quickly took it, fearing that Ruan Hongyu would break the contract.

After paying the money, Ruan Hongyu immediately turned around and left without any hesitation.

The steward gave Shen Cong a thumbs up and hurriedly followed him to send him off.

"Don't worry, sir, our Dong's Iron Shop will help you restore it to perfection."

(End of chapter)