Leng Xuejun and Chen Minglong looked at each other. He stepped forward and said to Li Jianjun: "Take out the saber and let me see it."
Li Jianjun hesitated for a while, but Zhao Chongyang recognized the two masters and expected that they would not harm him. He nodded and said, "Let Master Leng take a look at him."
Li Jianjun had no choice but to give the saber to Leng Xuejun. Leng Xuejun gave Zhao Chongyang an appreciative look and pulled out the saber. He saw dense lines on it, which was obviously made of hundreds of refined steel.
He found a piece of wood and chopped it down with a sword. He only heard a cracking sound, and the piece of pine wood that was the size of his palm was neatly broken into two pieces.
Leng Xuejun couldn't help but sigh, looked at the sword repeatedly, returned the sword to Li Jianjun and said: "Xiao Langjun, this is made of hundreds of refined steel, it is a rare sword, you must take good care of it, maybe you can save your life in the future Just rely on it.”
Li Jianjun looked at Zhao Chongyang embarrassedly and said, "Cousin, don't you regret giving me such a precious sword?"
Zhao Chongyang shook his head and said nonchalantly: "I am the second father's nephew. It is not easy to find one."
Seeing Zhao Chongyang's nonchalant look, Leng Xuejun couldn't help but smile bitterly and thought: "I also want to get such a precious sword. You think it is as cheap as a cabbage."
However, Leng Xuejun did not reveal it through words. He really did not want to dampen Zhao Chongyang's enthusiasm.
He thought it was a good idea.
After looking at him repeatedly, he said to him: "You are good and have a sense of responsibility. Now I will appoint you as the corps commander. You can go to your second father to find a precious sword."
Zhao Chongyang couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect that he would be directly appointed as the corps commander just after joining the army. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He immediately gave a military salute and said, "Thank you, Master Cha."
After Zhao Chongyang returned, he was scolded by his father Zhao Changchun. Not only did he give the precious sword in his hand to his cousin, but he even joined the army as a rough warrior, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
If nothing else, he was so disappointed in his father, Zhao Changchun.
Zhao Changchun simply looked down on the vulgar martial artist with carvings on his face. He wanted Zhao Chongyang to be admitted to the imperial examination.
Originally, Zhao Chongyang really had hope of embarking on the path of being a scholar. He has been smart since then.
Zhao Changchun invested a lot in Zhao Chongyang and sent him to a government school, hoping that he would grow up to become a scholar.
At the beginning, Zhao Chongyang still studied very hard and was often praised in public by his teachers.
Unexpectedly, after reaching the age of ten, Zhao Chongyang became more and more interested in weapons and became more and more alienated from reading.
Zhao Changchun hated that iron could not become steel, so he picked up a stick and beat Zhao Chongyang.
At first he was forced to kneel down and admit his mistake, but later even beating and scolding had no effect.
Even once, after Zhao Chongyang was beaten, he simply refused to go home.
Zhao Changchun and his wife Luo Shi were so anxious that they searched everywhere in Jiading City, but couldn't find it?
When he has nothing to do, he likes to come to Er Dad's workshop, where he has all kinds of his favorite weapons and hoes and other iron tools.
The couple came to Zhao Pinyang, the second brother Yixin Hardware Workshop, with their last hope, but there was none?
As the saying goes, if you are alive, you will see people, and if you are dead, you will see corpses.
Strangely, I didn't find anything for a whole day. I didn't find anything at all.
Wuchen Pharmacy is an ordinary pharmacy.
He used the latrine as an excuse to avoid being inspected by his parents.
After his parents left, he helped other guys get medicine, and there was nothing wrong.
A man with a three-strand beard and a face like a crown jewel waited until the last patient left and packed up the medical records.
He did not look at Zhao Chongyang, but asked calmly: "Were they your parents just now?"
It's strange to say that Zhao Chongyang was unruly in front of his parents, but he was respectful in front of this person.
He bowed his hands and replied: "I'm telling Mr. Xu, that's right."
The doctor glared and asked, "Your parents are so worried, why don't you show up?"
Zhao Chongyang said with some embarrassment: "I don't know why, but I think that since I am a man, I should dominate the battlefield, expel the barbarians, and make contributions."
After hearing this, the doctor couldn't help but take a look at him, and saw that although he was only about ten years old, he was very well-dressed because of his strength and fondness for martial arts.
He shook his head and sighed: "Mere enthusiasm is not enough. I have thought about it. Life and death on the battlefield are unpredictable."
Zhao Chongyang had a firm look on his face, raised his head and said, "Since we are going to fight on the battlefield, of course we hope that we will return wrapped in horse leather."
After hearing this, the doctor looked in the direction of the street where Zhao Chongyang left, shook his head and sighed: "If something unexpected happens to you, have you ever thought about your parents being devastated?"
Zhao Chongyang fell into deep thought, and the doctor observed him while drinking tea.
He suddenly said resolutely: "I have a younger brother who likes reading more than me, and the teacher also likes him. Wouldn't it be better if our brothers are both civilized and martial?"
The doctor continued to shake his head and said: "It's still not enough. You have no martial arts skills. How can you survive on the battlefield?"
Zhao Chongyang's face no longer lost his perseverance and composure, which was a key issue.
He also had a teacher before, but the teacher was a scholar, but if he didn't have martial arts skills on the battlefield, he wouldn't be able to do it. He would only be slaughtered by the enemy.
what to do? Should I admit defeat, admit my mistakes to my parents, and go back to continue studying?
But Zhao Chongyang really couldn't get interested in the teacher who faced him every day.
Empty, preachy, monotonous, repetitive, and long-winded, this is Zhao Chongyang's view of the old master. Listening to his teachings, Zhao Chongyang felt sleepy all day long.
what to do? Zhao Chongyang couldn't help but look at the doctor in front of him. He was the one who asked this fatal question.
Could it be that he has a solution?
I found that the doctor was drinking tea and looking at himself.
Zhao Chongyang suddenly had an idea. He came to the doctor, knelt down heavily and refused to get up.
The doctor was suddenly stunned. He stood up helplessly and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Chongyang kowtowed three times, raised his head and said, "Master, please accept me."
Zhao Chongyang was trapped in memories of the past, but now he had to face a real problem.
He studied swordsmanship, so he always wanted to have a sword. Unfortunately, the sword his second father gave him was a sword that was not suitable for him to use.
Today he said to Zhao Changchun: "Dad, I originally like swords, but I don't like swords, so I gave them to my cousin."
Zhao Changchun begged his second brother Zhao Pinyang to forge this sword. Although he hated Zhao Chongyang for abandoning literature and martial arts, Zhao Chongyang had decided to go his own way and had to support him.
Zhao Changchun raised his hand at this time, wanting to slap Zhao Chongyang, but last time he thought that he didn't go home all night, so he had to put his hand down.
He has always been very disappointed with his eldest son, who has a very stubborn temper, but he is also his first son, so he had high hopes for him.
Looking at the stubborn expression and perseverance on his face, Zhao Changchun bit his mouth a few times and suddenly remembered to say: "Yang'er, although you are said to be brave, you are blind on the battlefield, so you are not afraid of accidents."
Zhao Chongyang looked firm and said: "Dad, of course I know this, but today the Hu people used Pi Shuang and the soldiers were too poisoned. If the city of Jiading is destroyed, the Hu people will definitely massacre the city. Have you thought about the consequences?"
Zhao Changchun's eyes suddenly turned red and he said: "Yang'er, although dad often beats and scolds you, he is also doing it for your own good. If you really want to go to the battlefield, dad is always worried about you."
After saying this, he couldn't help but wipe away his tears. His wife, Luo Shi, also wiped away her tears and forcibly covered her mouth.
It turned out that she had already cried.
Zhao Chongyang knelt on the ground respectfully, kowtowed to Zhao Changchun three times, and was about to leave.
Zhao Changchun suddenly grabbed him, but Chongyang didn't know why.
Zhao Changchun stared and asked, "You have neither a sword nor armor, how can you go to the battlefield?"
At this time, his brother Zhao Zehua came over and handed over something with red eyes. Zhao Chongyang didn't know why.
Zhao Zehua said that things unfolded, and it turned out that he was wearing half armor, and said: "This is given to my younger brother by my second father for self-defense. There are only two brothers in the family, you and me, and the government cannot allow my younger brother to join the army. I will give this to my older brother for self-defense." .”
Zhao Chongyang pushed with both hands and said: "Brother, the Hu troops are approaching the city now and may attack at any time. You must defend yourself."
Zhao Zehua ignored his brother's refusal and looked at each other with Zhao Changchun. The two of them worked together to put the armor on Zhao Chongyang.
This is a half-length chainmail armor. After putting it on, Zhao Chongyang was really refreshed.
It's a pity that only the upper body has armor, but not from the waist down.
Zhao Changchun put all the braised pork in the house into pots, and holding a piece of silver, he said to Zhao Chongyang: "Let's go."
Zhao Chongyang thought that his father agreed to send him to the battlefield, so he said happily: "Thank you, Dad."
After coming out, I realized that the direction was wrong and said to Zhao Changchun: "Dad, aren't you going to the military camp?"
Zhao Changchun glared at him and said, "How can you go to the battlefield if you have no weapons and incomplete armor?"
They walked for about half an hour from the east gate to the west gate.
Before Zhao Chongyang went in, he heard the sound of clanking iron in the distance and thick black smoke rising from the chimney.
This is a large courtyard house, with a wooden sign saying "Yixin Hardware Workshop" hanging on the door.
Due to long-term smoke, even this Yixin Hardware Workshop was heavily stained black.
Zhao Chongyang's second father, Zhao Pinyang, was also a scholar, but unfortunately he failed to pass the examination. Later, he saw that there was a lot of market for hardware, so he went out to Chengdu to learn a craft from a teacher.
About ten years ago, Zhao Pinyang teamed up with his brothers-in-law Lei Hongjian, Zhu Hua, and brother-in-law Peng Shijun to set up a hardware workshop.
Now, there are more than ten furnaces and hundreds of various utensils are produced every day.
Now that Jiading is fighting, Zhao Pinyang has basically not made hoes, kitchen knives and other utensils, and is now focusing on making weapons such as swords and guns.
