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Chapter 75 The Sword Master

The old craftsman walked out of the thatched hut halfway up the mountain.

The blackened little finger is carrying a flagon.

empty.

Go down the mountain alone.

The sky is bright.

In June, on the west bank of Butterfly, the air before dawn is humid and cold.

The old craftsman tightened the narrow-sleeved sackcloth.

Wearing this rough sackcloth, it was hot in the sword furnace room, but cold again when out of the sword furnace room.

This is how I feel when I walk out of the hut and down the mountain at this point every day.

This gave him a feeling that he was like a sword, which had just been taken out of the stove, and then thrown into the cold stream pool with a bang, tempered by heat and cold.

Old craftsmen like this temperature difference.

Even if he is very old and his body is bent.

But older people are more resistant to cold and heat.

Like a piece of lean iron that has been tempered thousands of times.

But this is not the reason why the old craftsman leaves the sword furnace and walks down the mountain every day.

The old craftsman made his little thumb, carrying an empty flagon, all the way down the mountain.

On the way, occasionally acquaintances who got up early said hello:
"Hello, old Wu."

Everyone called him that.

Because someone asked the old craftsman out of curiosity about his name before, and he always answered "Wu's name", what is the surname if it is not Wu?
After a long time, everyone called him Old Wutou.

In fact, not many people in the whole Gu Yue sword shop knew how long this old Wutou had been in the sword shop.

Few even knew what he was doing, nor were they interested.

But all the veteran swordsmiths here know him.

Just like the old man walking downstairs, you don't know where he lives or what his identity is, but you know him well, then get used to it, and then remain a stranger.

This is how old craftsmen are seen in the eyes of everyone.

He was always invisible day and night.

Every morning, at the second quarter of the first lunar month, I walked down the mountain on time from the sword furnace room that had been turned off for many years, and went to the market in the sword shop to drink wine.

Day, day, month, year, year, year after year, it's all like this.

In the eyes of everyone, he is an old craftsman with a withdrawn temper and a bad temper.

Why do you say that this 'Old Wutou' is a craftsman's work?

Needless to say?

There are divisions of labor in the Gu Yue sword shop, and there are no idlers, and there are also ranks among craftsmen: craftsmen, sword craftsmen, swordsmiths, famous craftsmen...

The hierarchy is strict and demanding, and it all depends on one's ability.

Forging swords for the nobles in Luoyang, only ability is the worst thing to do.

Craftsmen are the lowest level of craftsmen, who can only make works that lack characteristics and have no spirituality.

There is also an unspoken rule in the Guyue Sword Shop.

The closer the Sword Furnace House is to the Butterfly Creek, the higher the status of the craftsman.

The sword stove house guarded by the old craftsman is on the remote mountainside, and the fire has been out for many years. It is obviously half-abandoned.

What's more, after guarding the furnace for many years, it is true that this sword furnace has never been cast into a sword.

and so……

Craftsmanship is indeed craftsmanship.

The old craftsman who went down the mountain to drink again admitted in his heart.

Today, someone called him a joke on the road again:

"Old Wu, are you looking for a little girl to drink again?"

The old craftsman ignored it, as if he didn't hear it, ignoring the passing by.

He ignored whoever spoke.

If he came across someone who was entangled in the road, the old craftsman would frown and wave quickly, without looking at them, and drive them away with a look of disgust.

The old craftsman didn't want to make any noise.

I also hope that others will see this and don't bother him.

This is not because he is dumb, but every morning, he is in a very bad mood:
The old craftsman stayed up all night.

His routine is upside down.

Nocturnal, sleeping during the day and busy at night.

So every morning, the old craftsman is tired after a night of hard work.

In this state of staying up late.

He hated the noise of the morning when things came back to life, the bright sun, and even any early-rising guy talking to him.

The old craftsman just wanted to be autistic.

No one should fucking bother him.

Old Craftsman walked down the mountain to an early market on time.

This early market is not strictly a market.

It was some open-air breakfast shops opened by some female workers and craftsmen's families who worked in the sword shop.

They make some breakfast and provide it to a large number of low-level craftsmen who get up early in the morning to work.

Because artisans are not allowed to go out at will, they need to apply for going out, and outsiders who are not from the Ancient Yue Sword Shop cannot enter the West Bank Sword Shop at will to trade.

And only high-level craftsmen such as famous craftsmen and sword craftsmen have three meals a day provided by the Liu family. Other low-level craftsmen pay their wages to take care of themselves, but the meals in the canteen run by the sword shop are too expensive.

And many artisans are bachelors, how can they buy vegetables and cook by themselves.

As a result, this kind of breakfast shop opened by hardworking women workers who brought breakfast from outside every day came into being.

The Liu family also turned a blind eye to this.

The old craftsman was in a good mood, because few people disturbed him all the way down the mountain today.

Everyone seemed to know that he had a bad temper, and most of them ignored him.

The old craftsman likes the feeling of being alone and quiet in the busy city.

Like an ice-striped sword stuck in a blazing furnace.

He walked to the familiar breakfast shop again, and found the familiar back seat.

As soon as she sat down, without even making a sound, a little girl in a sarong with the word "Yue" engraved on her forehead and with big eyes and lively eyes put down the maid work in her hands, jumped off the stool, and trotted to the back kitchen to bring a pot of wine that she had prepared. , placed on the table made by the old craftsman.

The old craftsman stared at the oily, dirty black tabletop, without looking at the little girl in a sarong beside him. He put the empty jug he had brought on the table silently, then took out eight copper plates from his pocket, and The words are lined up.

The little girl in the sarong stood on tiptoe, moved her small hands to the edge of the table, and carefully gathered the eight copper plates into the palm of her hand.

She collected the money for the wine, left the full jug behind, and picked up the empty jug.

Don't look back and walk away.

They didn't say a word, and the two of them didn't make eye contact.

One old and one young, this set of procedures is incomparably tacit.

The other female workers and guests in the breakfast shop were not surprised by this, and they seemed to be accustomed to the lonely old man.

The old craftsman opened the cover of the new jug, and sniffed it with his nose.

Familiar taste.

He nodded happily.

This breakfast shop was opened by several skilled female workers weaving sword tassels. The leader was an older and capable female tassel worker, and the sarong Xiaoho worker with big spiritual eyes just now was one of them and the last one. A quiet one.

Don't bother him.

That's why the old craftsman chose her and went to an old wine shop in the county to buy wine.

Take eight Wen coins every day.

Five Wen coins beat three liang of rice wine.

Two Wen coins are in the form of a plate of steamed rice cakes.

One penny to reward her for running errands.

Day after day, this is the case.

Except that the last time Shui suffered from being unable to find anyone for a period of time, he was very irritable in the morning during those days.

This very handsome Xiaosui worker in sarong has been helping him bring rice wine for almost two years.

And I didn't raise the errand fee once.

But the old swordsmith, who was extremely impetuous every morning, felt that the most important thing was...speak less and be sensible.

She only said timidly when she helped him buy wine for the first time, what did she say?

It seems to say what her name is Qing...

forget.

The old craftsman was not interested at all.

Some days, from the corner of his eye, he saw the little ear worker in a sarong being bullied by other older female ear workers, who robbed him of money or fabrics. The old craftsman did not respond, and continued to eat food that was called breakfast but was actually dinner. He is old and needs to eat slowly.

The old craftsman felt that he was running out of time, and he had to finish that thing quickly before he died.No time to meddle in these nonsense.

In the breakfast shop, the old craftsman sat on a seat in the back to avoid Chu Yang, took a sip of the rice wine, squinted his eyes and waited for the breakfast in the back kitchen.

There were still few customers at this time, and several female tassel workers, including sarong workers, came down to sit on a row of stools on the right, bowing their heads and carefully weaving sword tassels of various colors.

The old craftsman quietly looked at their ingenious weaving skills.

These sword tassels are very beautiful, with various patterns with extremely comfortable lines in his eyes, especially the strange arcs woven by the whims of some spiritual female tassel workers, which can sometimes bring a lot of inspiration to the old craftsman.

The exquisite Jiansui works of art are born from the hands of these ordinary and humble little workers who are busy making a living.

But that's not surprising.

Just like who would have thought that the top swordsmanship in the world is actually in the hands of a small group of Wuyue female cultivators who live in seclusion in Daze?
The old craftsman suddenly remembered that someone once told him such a sentence.

Myths are born in the mundane world.

The old man raised his head and dumped the pot, this sentence was worth another sip of his wine.

The old craftsman is in a good mood.

But at this time, a group of swordsmen walked up to a breakfast table next door, and sat down during the conversation. Some of them turned around and told the proprietress dirty jokes, which naturally caused a burst of laughter and cursing.

very noisy.

The old craftsman put down the jug, and the wine was waning.

And the hot topic that this group of noisy swordsmiths talked about next made the old craftsman feel even worse.

The old man silently put away the jug, and turned his head to look at the direction of the county government on the east bank of Butterfly Creek.

There is a new young county magistrate who wants to build a new waterway called Zhanyi Canal in Longcheng to completely cut off the water of Butterfly Creek.

How to forge a sword without water?
For the first time in his life, the old craftsman heard of such a decision against his ancestors.

To be honest, apart from being angry, I was also a little... happy.

Laughed angrily.

What kind of wonderful flower is this?
　Come and do what you say.In the evening, there will be two more updates!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)