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Chapter 76

Facts have proved that when you are generally in a bad mood, you will encounter things that make you feel worse.

The flagon that the old craftsman put down, opened it again.

He sat alone in the corner, drinking one sip after another.

With so many mouthfuls in the morning, this jug of wine should not be enough for him to drink when he forges the sword at night.

It's like a reformer who has already set a new self-discipline schedule after waking up at seven o'clock tomorrow, which is accurate to the millisecond, but tonight he couldn't help but indulge a little bit before self-discipline. Played until six o'clock in the morning.

This is how the old craftsman feels now.

Breakfast shop.

"Miss Boss, why isn't the steamed rice rake ready yet?"

Among the swordsmiths chatting at the next table, a young man said impatiently.

This young man has been surrounded by other swordsmen since he first came in, and seems to be the center of a small group.

He was dressed in a clean blue craftsman's uniform, his hair was tied up quite elegantly, and his face was cold.

While the other swordsmiths were chatting, the young man in blue took out a wooden chopstick and twirled it between his fingers, as if he was too lazy to insert it.

However, when he heard his companions discussing the new magistrate, he sneered and mocked a few words.

Right now, as soon as the young man in blue clothes uttered words of urging dissatisfaction, the female tassel workers in the back kitchen suddenly became flustered.

The leading female tassel worker wiped her hands on her apron, then bent down, apologetic:
"I'm sorry, my lords, the new cage has not been steamed yet..."

A middle-aged swordsman who made jokes as soon as he entered the door just now said with a smile:
"Miss Boss, hurry up, but don't delay Brother Chen's work. We idlers can wait, and it doesn't matter if we are late for fishing. Brother Chen is different. He is the son of a famous craftsman, Mr. Chen, and he is the most famous swordsman in our sword shop." Young new swordsmith, after dinner, I will go to the Jiasan Sword Furnace to forge swords, and if you miss a breath, you small stalls can't afford it."

The leading female tassel worker became even more flustered, and hurried forward to humbly apologize.

The sword stoves of Guyue Sword Shop on the west bank of Butterfly Creek are divided into four classes, A, B, C, and D.

The first-class sword furnaces are all in excellent locations close to Butterfly Creek, and the No. [-] first-class sword furnace is naturally among the best.

Everyone knows that apart from the rumored Jiayi Sword Furnace, which is only fake and has never existed, and the Jia Er Jian Furnace, which gathers top master craftsmen and only casts swords of royal tribute, the most powerful one in Gu Yue Sword Shop is the Jia San Jian Furnace.

The young man in blue snorted, facing the awe-inspiring gazes of the female cobworkers and the envious gazes from the surrounding diners, he played with his chopsticks as if nothing had happened, noncommittal.

In fact, he entered the Jiasan Sword Furnace to help his father only because of his father's favor, but this did not prevent him from still being out of reach in the eyes of everyone in the small stall.

The young man in blue clothes quite enjoyed the atmosphere centered on him.

But at this moment, a worker in a sarong skirt holding a plate of hot steamed rice, walked out of the kitchen in the simple shed, and in full view of everyone, brought it to the table next to the young man in blue clothes and the others, where only an old man in sackcloth sat. on the table.

Ah Qing turned around and went back to weave tassels.

The old craftsman took out a pair of chopsticks by himself, poked them neatly, and prepared to eat.

The young man in blue clothes suddenly stretched his face, and the middle-aged swordsman next to him saw it, and immediately frowned in dissatisfaction:
"Miss Boss, didn't you say that the new cage isn't cooked yet? Why are some people going to eat it? Are you fooling us? Or is it because they gave you a lot of money?"

"No, no, this, this is a regular customer, Ah Qing will warm up a plate for him every morning..."

"Forget it."

The young man in blue clothes got up and was about to leave, but the companion who flattered him immediately pulled him back.

A savage swordsman got up straight away, snatched the hot plate of steamed rice under the old craftsman's chopsticks, put it on the table in front of the young man in blue clothes, and only left a perfunctory sentence:
"Sorry, sorry, please wait for the next set."

The old craftsman held a pair of neat chopsticks in his hands, held them up in the air, and silently stared at the empty table.

not moving at all.

Everyone looked sideways, and after a while, the rickety old man who was alone was still silent.

The female tassel workers could only acquiesce and did not stop them.

The breakfast shop was once again bustling in the early morning.

The group of young people in blue clothes continued to eat and drink.

The old craftsman didn't listen to the apology from the proprietress next to him, he picked up the half jug of rice wine that was dangling and continued to drink, this jug of wine was destined not to last until night.

He understood a truth when he was young.

If an apology is useful, what else is there for a sword in this world?
It took half an hour longer than before, and the new steamed rice rake was brought to the table, and the proprietress added two more.

The old craftsman didn't speak, he finished his meal silently, put down his chopsticks, got up and prepared to leave.

There was a click.

There was another jug ​​of wine on the table.

The old craftsman found that it was exactly the same as the pot in his hand.

The old man raised his haggard eyelids, and saw the delicate face of Sarong Xiaosuigong.

She ran to the back kitchen and brought out a jug of wine for him.

It turned out that this little girl who ran errands didn't go to buy it every day, but stocked up a few more pots.

The road widened.

"Remember." The voice was hoarse.

Said by an old craftsman who doesn't like to talk in the early morning.

The little ear worker in sarong didn't answer, turned around and trotted back to the wooden bench, climbed up and sat down, continued to lower his head, swinging his two slender legs, weaving fringes carefully.

The old craftsman picked up two jugs of wine and walked through the noisy market calmly, no one paid attention to him along the way.

The old man returned to the Jianlu room halfway up the mountain. As soon as he entered the door, he said to a servant waiting in the room:
"Call Liu Ziwen and Liu Zian over here."

Without saying a word, the servant immediately went out.

After a while, a sick young man in Jinfu arrived first, and it was Liu Zian.

After entering the door, he lowered his hands and looked respectfully:

"Brother is still in Dong'an County, and someone has been sent to call him. Wait a moment, old man."

"Don't wait, you go back and talk to him."

The old craftsman got up from the fire, passed by Liu Zian, walked out the door, and came to the lawn outside the house. He faced the Butterfly Creek, sipped wine, and watched his breath.

Liu Zian dismissed the servant beside him with his eyes, followed the old man to the windy lawn, stood behind him, and waited patiently.

"What's the matter with Broken Wing Canal?"

"It's the new county magistrate, and some of them are out of our control."

"Heh, is there anything in Longcheng County that can escape the control of your Liu family?" The old craftsman who hadn't been out for many years asked back.

"Mr. Miao praised. This new county magistrate is really tricky, and my brother is still hesitating about doing some things..."

The old craftsman interrupted in a cold voice:
"I don't care what the two of you do, or whether it's difficult or not. I only mention one thing."

"Please tell me, old gentleman." Liu Zian said solemnly.

"For three months, the water level of Butterfly Creek is not allowed to change, keep the status quo, whether it's Zhayi Canal, or Yunmengze's plum rain rise, the water level on the west bank downstream must remain unchanged!"

The old craftsman said coldly: "After three months, I will let him flood."

Liu Zian was taken aback for a moment, then trembled all over, and asked dryly, "What does the old man mean..."

"Within three months."

The old craftsman drank another sip of wine, one more pot of rice wine today, it is enough.

He breathed out the smell of alcohol and nodded: "It will be born within three months."

"Good... good... good!" Liu Zian nodded heavily, and said three good words, "Is it finally coming..."

The second son of the Liu family trembled with his fingers, clenched his fists, released them, and clenched his fists again... he couldn't help but pace back and forth on the lawn.

His face was excited, as if a dream he had had for ten years was about to come true.

The old craftsman frowned: "I started to get excited, the matter of Zhayiqu is settled?"

Liu Zian calmed down a bit, and shook his head lightly, "Mr. Zheyiqu, don't worry about it for now."

"What do you mean? The old man doesn't understand this, so don't fool me."

Liu Zian said directly:

"Zhouyi Canal is a major water conservancy. It may indeed be able to cure the flood in Longcheng once and for all, but it is not as technical and high-intensive as the Digong Gate, but on the contrary, so it will be very difficult within three months. It takes at least a hundred days for this kind of project to go through.”

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Old man, you only need the last three months, so we don't have to worry about the west bank of Butterfly Creek for the time being, but it will be related to the business of Gu Yue Sword Shop half a year later..."

The old craftsman suddenly lost interest in what he said later. He just said that three months later, he will be flooded.

"What about the Digong gate?" The old man asked coldly again, "I heard that it hasn't been repaired yet, so what are you fussing about?"

Liu Zian's face was a little embarrassed:
"The Digong gate should be built by the Longcheng county government, and they should be anxious, but the current situation... the county government was led astray by the new county magistrate, and turned to dig the Zhayi canal..."

The old craftsman interrupted with a wave: "So you don't want to practice anymore, right?"

Liu Zian immediately shook his head vigorously.

The old craftsman turned his head, stared into his eyes, and said word by word:

"Don't talk about these messy things to the old man. The old man only cares about the sword, and only stares at the 'Qi' of Butterfly Creek. You can deal with other miscellaneous matters. This is what the old man brought it to your Liu family, and you personally promised."

Liu Zian bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows: "Understood, old man, the Digong gate will definitely be repaired, and the water level of Butterfly Creek will never rise within three months. I will discuss it with my brother when I go back."

The old craftsman looked at him for a while, nodded, and prepared to return to the hut.

Liu Zian showed some hesitant expression on his face.

The old craftsman paused and didn't bother to turn his head: "If you fart, let it go."

"It's like this, the new county magistrate is a bit troublesome, and the eldest brother is also discussing with the big man above, but I thought, isn't the old man also a big man, maybe I can give some here..."

Liu Zian stopped talking properly, and said sincerely: "But it's okay, the old man is busy, it's okay if he can't draw his hand."

"You boy is smart."

The old craftsman chuckled, stood there and thought for a moment, "Okay."

He turned around suddenly, pointed at the burning Jiasan sword stove by the Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain, and said calmly:

"A Sword Stove can't be moved, the small stove below is mine, although I haven't done it for a long time... Heh, in a few days I'll make a small gadget for you, use it to solve your troubles, or send someone who can The person who solves the trouble. Don't bother the old man for the past three months."

"Yes!" Liu Zian nodded immediately, and without thinking about it, he decided on the fate of nearly a hundred swordsmiths down the mountain.

Instead, he said gratefully: "Thank you, old sir!"

The old craftsman turned around and went back to the house. He seemed to think of something on the way, and he shook his head and muttered: "What are these things? You use a stove of the same grade as the old man?"

Holding his breath, Liu Zian was puzzled when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to ask further questions. He remained motionless in place, watching the old man leave respectfully.

The old man put his hands behind his back, pointed at the flagon, and walked towards the abandoned Jiayijian furnace that had been extinguished for many years.

He is not a craftsman.

He is a swordsmith.

He wants to forge a flying sword and teach the world to kill all Qi practitioners.

　coming!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)