"Good knife!"
Zhao Ding couldn't help but admire.
He clenched the long knife in his hand and swung it a few more times, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded.
Zhao Ding instantly beamed.
Both the carbon content in the blade and the overall coordination of the blade far exceed the standard sabers used by the Daqian army.
It was just a little worse than the Emperor's Sword that his father Zhao Chongyuan hung in the palace. .
But the problem is what kind of material his father's Emperor's Sword is made of, and what kind of material this sword is made of, there is no comparison at all.
It can be seen that there is really something to Beiliang's smelting skills!
"Sir, we have already told you that the things here are guaranteed to make you come here for the first time and for the second time, and what I can guarantee for you is that you take out the knife I have here. Not to mention the surrounding four countries, even on the ordinary streets of Daliang, what you can see is not as good as the knives I have here!
As long as the guest gets a knife that is better than the one I have here, I can give it to you for free. "
The woman, who was about fifty years old, looked at Zhao Ding with great satisfaction.
Perhaps seeing Zhao Ding's generous move, the woman took out a sword from the weapon rack and threw it to Zhao Ding, "Sir, please try this again."
"How to try?"
Zhao Ding raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman with a slightly strange expression.
Knives and swords are different.
The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Sir, can you try it the same way you just did?"
Hearing this, Zhao Ding's brows suddenly rose: "Are you sure?"
Swords and knives are different. Swords are sharp and are known for their thinness and lightness. They are also known for their magnificence when used. Knives are more practical, especially on the battlefield. They pay attention to opening and closing widely to achieve a killing effect with one blow. The place.
Knives are far more practical than swords.
That’s not to say that swords are bad, they just have their own strengths.
But on the battlefield, when they meet on a narrow road, it will undoubtedly be more appropriate.
But if a sword is used like a knife.
Then...
Zhao Ding was not polite and directly took the long knife from the woman's hand and gestured to Tian Hu.
Tian Hu immediately took out the chopped knife with understanding.
sulfuric acid!
Another sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
The broken sword in Tian Hu's hand broke into two pieces again.
And there is just a gap on the sword blade.
"nice one."
He stretched out his hand and lightly wiped the blade, feeling a sharp chill rush to his face, and a fine blood mark instantly appeared on the finger that was in contact with the blade.
Zhao Ding didn't care, and quietly touched the long sword in his hand as if he were touching a treasure.
From the woman's tone, the quality of the sword, and the path behind the Forging Valley.
He already had a rough idea in his mind.
"How is your guest? Are you satisfied?"
The woman asked with a smile on her face.
"Naturally satisfied."
Zhao Ding nodded noncommittally.
Immediately, he tentatively said to the woman: "I am satisfied with the sword, but what Zhou is worried about now is that the quantity I want is quite large, and I don't know whether my wife can eat this order."
Zhou is naturally the pseudonym of Zhao Ding, and his current identity is also the son of a big boss in Daliang.
"How much do you want, sir?"
The woman looked at Zhao Ding with raised eyebrows.
Not at all afraid.
The more this happened, the more Zhao Ding became convinced of his previous conjecture, and said unabashedly: "A thousand knives, a thousand swords, the deposit must be paid in cash."
After speaking, he took out a banknote worth ten thousand taels directly from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.
It is also a bank note from Dakang Bank and is universally accepted by all five countries.
Seeing Zhao Ding so happy and looking like a nouveau riche, the folds on the woman's face almost turned into chrysanthemums with laughter, and the joy on the face of the informant who was leading the way became more intense when she looked at Zhao Ding.
However, when she thought that Zhao Ding wanted two thousand knife hilts at one time, the woman still asked with a worried smile: "Little Master, are you going to rebel?"
However, although the woman was a little worried, the look in her eyes did not show the slightest fear.
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Ding with a teasing look and said: "Looking at your thin skin and tender flesh, you don't look like a green man, but more like a prince or a prince."
He stretched out his hand to hook Zhao Ding's chin.
Although Laotian is rich in water and grass, Zhao Ding doesn't like this one, let alone this one now.
Zhao Ding dodged slightly and held the woman's hand, and said with a smile: "If there is a rebellion, how can this sword alone be enough? Then why don't you ask your wife for some armor for protection?"
Zhao Ding's eyes were playful and extremely aggressive.
The look in the woman's eyes flickered slightly, but she soon returned to normal, and she said with a sweet smile: "If the guest dares to ask for it, I won't have it here."
As soon as these words came out.
Zhao Ding's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but look up and down at the woman again.
Immediately he shook his head and said: "Hiding armor secretly is a serious crime that even nine heads can't kill. I don't dare to do it, but if Madam has it, I can still eat it."
Look at Zhao Ding's knives.
The woman smiled slightly and said with a sweet smile: "Even if the young master dares to do it, the slave family will not dare to do it."
After saying that, he directly grabbed the 10,000 taels of silver notes slapped on the table and stuffed them into his sleeves.
Looking at Zhao Ding with a smile: "The young master's order was taken by the slave family. A month later, the young master went to Black Tiger Gorge to get the swords. What the slave family can guarantee is that these swords are all first-class goods."
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Ding with a teasing look: "And the slave family can give the young master a piece of inner armor as a gift, just like making a friend. I wonder what the young master thinks?"
"Inner armor?"
Zhao Ding's eyes lit up slightly.
Although inner armor is not outer armor, it is still armor, but it is more secretive. It is equally difficult to forge, and the process is more complicated.
This lady was not so much giving him away as showing off her strength to Zhao Ding.
It seems that money can really make all the difference!
Zhao Ding narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Thank you so much, madam."
After saying that, he asked again: "Madam said it will be done within a month. I wonder if this is true or false?"
This is not the industrial era with extremely developed productivity, but the agricultural era with backward productivity. It is not easy to make two thousand swords in a month.
Either there is enough inventory or there are enough craftsmen.
But no matter what it is, it undoubtedly represents the power of the power behind this woman.
It also confirmed Zhao Ding's previous guess.
The power behind this woman is probably not just a small commander of the Xuanjia Army, but a real big shot.
But what does this have to do with him, Zhao Ding.
The one who should have a headache is Xiao Daocheng, not Zhao Ding.
"Of course it's true."
The woman smiled noncommittally.
"So best."
Zhao Ding smiled with satisfaction.
After saying that, without Zhao Ding having to say anything, Tian Hu stepped forward directly and left an agreed upon code for the woman.
After doing all this, and after some flirting, Zhao Ding took Tian Hu and the informant out of this seemingly simple weapons shop.
