That night, Nie Chen hugged his little wife and slept peacefully.
When he got up the next day, Nie Chen didn't forget what he promised to Weng Qiuchan last night. He went straight to the ironmaking room and got ready to work.
He kneaded the soil first and began to make the mold meticulously. This was his unique gift to Weng Qiuchan, and he made it very carefully.
On the other side, outside the Juyi Hall, Mr. Jin took five hundred sergeants and unloaded the money from the cart.
The headmaster rubbed his temples and said shyly,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jin, I was so happy last night that I accidentally drank too much."
Beside him were Weng Qiuchan, Da Zhuang and Ma Niubi. Chai Rong was the only one beside Mr. Jin.
"Huh? Where is Lin Guang? And where is that General Yue?"
"Don't worry about them. These two went to the school field early in the morning to compete in martial arts. They said they wanted to see which one is more powerful, the Lin family gun or the Yue family sword."
Chai Rong waved his hand, then sneered,
"Old man, you are such an unreasonable old boy. We had to discuss the price of weapons last night. I was embarrassed to ask for a high price, so I pretended to be drunk and asked my second-in-command to come and ask us for an exorbitant price, but it was easy to kill us. , there is no talk of friendship at all."
The boss also knew that he almost caused a big disaster last night and gave away the things for nothing. Fortunately, Nie Chen reacted quickly last night and had someone take him away.
Otherwise, Qingfeng Village would have to pay for everything today.
"Hey, Lao Chai, what are you talking about? If I don't talk about the friendship between Pao and Ze, wouldn't it be better for me to sell this thing to King Anton nearby? Why should I go far away to sell it to you?"
"Okay, then since you talk about the friendship between Pao and Ze, then make things cheaper. If these weapons are equipped with an army, our brothers will be able to save a few lives."
"This... is not easy to handle."
The headmaster scratched his head and said,
"I can't be the master of this matter. We discussed it after we invited Nie Chen to come up the mountain. He has the final say on all forging and business matters outside my master and his own.
Besides, these things were all made by others, and even the manpower was recruited by themselves. How can I be so shameless as to let others make it cheaper? Isn’t this generosity to others? I can’t do this. "
"You can play chicken, but you still can't make the decision? You, the great boss, can't control a second boss?
That boy is not only your subordinate, but also your son-in-law. How dare he disobey you? "
"Don't talk nonsense, Qiu Chan and he are not even close to each other, and they are not even married, so how can he be considered a son-in-law.
Besides, even if they are married, then he is him and I am me. How can there be a sense that the father-in-law and son-in-law belong to the same family? "
"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you anymore. You're just unreasonable. You used to be such an honest person, but now you're making up lies."
Chai Rong waved his hands impatiently, then moved a box from the car, threw it heavily to the ground, and said,
"Old man, don't say that I won't take care of you, brother. Mr. Jin personally begged for this thing from our uncle.
You are unkind, brother, I cannot be unjust. "
Hearing this, the headmaster became a little curious. After opening the box, tears instantly filled his eyes.
Inside, is a pair of armor.
He slowly picked up the armor and looked up.
There are several dents on the helmet, and the master knows that they were left when he wore it and charged forward against the enemy's arrow rain.
There were two slash marks on the breastplate, which were left over from two different battles and saved his life twice.
There is a piece missing from the shoulder armor, which was cut off by a tiger general from the Qiyan tribe of the barbarians.
This armor is full of scars, but full of his memories.
"Old man..."
The leader looked at the armor that had accompanied him in countless bloody battles. This was his closest comrade and had saved him from dangerous battlefields countless times.
He was full of gratitude for this armor.
"It's a pity that I can't wear it now. I can't wear it every day for military training. I'd better hang it up."
The boss put the armor back into the box.
According to military regulations, when soldiers retire, they must keep their armor and weapons.
Of course, some are lax in their management, or have good connections and meritorious service, and their weapons can be taken away. The master's Qinglong Sword was brought from the army.
However, armor is absolutely not allowed. Among the people, concealing armor privately is a serious crime and is punished as a crime of treason. It is a crime against the Yi tribe.
This is because the manufacturing process of armor is too complicated and uses a lot of iron, which far exceeds the amount used in weapons.
In the age of cold weapons, fighting with or without iron armor was not a concept at all.
If you slash me with a knife, I'll be fine. If I slash you with a knife, you'll die. This is the power of armor.
Now, Mr. Jin and the others are able to bring over the armor that the great master used to own, which shows that they have good intentions.
"Just for this armor, old man, do you have to lower the price?"
Chai Rong looked at the headmaster with a sneer.
The headmaster chuckled and said,
"At most I can give you another broken military crossbow, no more."
"Kick you to death."
At this moment, Lin Guang and Yue Dongwen came over with bruises and swollen faces. Judging from their postures, they must have been beaten violently.
"How is it? Who wins and who loses?"
The boss smiled.
Yue Dongwen rubbed his neck and said,
"There is no winner this time. We are all tired from fighting. When we recover from our injuries next time, I will discuss it with Brother Lin."
Lin Guang smiled and said,
"It's really a dead heat."
But judging from his joyful expression and confident tone, he should be slightly better.
The smile on Chai Rong's face faded, he patted the head master on the shoulder and said,
"Okay, take me to see my sister-in-law. You old boy is unjust. My sister-in-law was very good to us back then.
It's a pity that such a kind and loving sister-in-law died in the hands of bandits. When I think about this, I want to stab you twice. "
The headmaster also sighed and said,
"It's my fault for not protecting her."
"Of course it's your fault. You're a useless piece of trash. You can't even protect your own woman. Why don't you die!"
Chai Rong snorted coldly.
The headmaster didn't say much and took everyone to the back mountain to pay homage to Weng Qiuchan's mother.
When they came to the back mountain, they saw the lonely grave.
Chai Rong and Jin Lao went to bow to worship and burn some paper money.
"What about the boy? Why didn't I see him come to worship?"
Chai Rong was of course talking about Nie Chen.
The boss shook his head and smiled,
"He doesn't even know about this thing. When he comes to propose marriage one day, I will bring him and Qiu Chan here to ask Qiu Chan's mother's opinion and ask her to check her daughter."
Weng Qiuchan knelt in front of the tomb, touched the tombstone, and said secretly in her heart,
Mom, I have now found a good man. After a while, I will bring him to see you. He is really capable...
