Chapter 49: The strong man is like a husband
Yinren Village, by the Chunfeng River.
In the spring breeze of early spring, the river water has risen a lot. In fact, the Chunfeng River will not freeze even in the harsh winter months.
The reason why Yinren Village originally chose to build a village on the east bank of the river was because after the mountains were closed in the cold winter, the villagers could still rely on the various fish and shrimps in the river to make a living.
The ancestors of Chunfeng Town and Tianhe Town also had the same idea.
It's just that these villages and towns took root in Luoye County a hundred years ago. These two villages and towns are adjacent to Luoye City and are located in the central area of Luoye County and in the middle reaches of the Chunfeng River. Yinren Village is further to the southwest, located on the lower reaches of the Chunfeng River, adjacent to the vast forest sea.
The east bank of the Chunfeng River was already covered with rows of sheds. Merchants from all over Luoye County set up their own stalls.
"My little brother has good eyesight. This hematite is a specialty of our Hongyan Town. The amount of iron produced is twice as much as that of ordinary iron stone, and it has good flexibility. It is particularly suitable for forging sword blades, and the blade is red, which is suitable for matching the internal energy of the fire attribute. .”
The salesman in the shed saw the young man in front of him holding a piece of hematite and looking at it. The clothes didn't look like the poor master, so he added: "If you like it, sir, it's cheaper. Each piece is only five taels of silver."
The young man weighed the hematite in his hand. It was as big as an adult's fist and weighed about ten kilograms. Even if the iron yield rate of hematite is high, ten pounds of hematite will only produce four pounds of refined iron.
Not counting labor costs, four kilograms of refined iron is worth four taels of silver. This salesman was selling five taels, so he was obviously a "bully" to the old man.
"Brother, do you only sell hematite or other raw materials?" the boy asked.
When the salesman saw the young man put down the hematite in his hand, he was feeling annoyed that the price he quoted was too high. When he saw the other party asking, he hurriedly replied:
"This time I rushed to the grand competition. Most of the items I brought with me are the specialties of Hongyan Town, but there are quite a lot of varieties. Can you tell me what you want? Let me see if I have any."
The young man smiled shyly and said, "Three thousand irons."
The salesman looked at the young man with a puzzled face and asked, "What? What the hell is that?"
The young man waved his hand, picked up the piece of hematite again, and said, "Nothing, since you don't have anything, this, two taels? Do you want to sell it?"
The salesman looked distressed and shouted: "Ouch! It's not even enough for travel expenses!"
Finally, the young man paid three taels of silver and came out of the shed, holding the hematite in his hand. The boy was playing with the hematite in his hand while secretly cursing "profiteers".
This person was Yi Xifeng, who had participated in the first day of the martial arts competition during the day.
But what Yi Xifeng didn't expect was that the salesman who sent him away with a sad face would drop the door panel of the stall and leave his stall in a hurry not long after he left.
"Mr. Shui, a spy is here to report. In front of a cup of tea, there is a young man inquiring about the sale of three thousand irons." A short and fat middle-aged man dressed as a merchant was bowing to report to a middle-aged man.
"Young man? Well, let's send someone to keep an eye on it and see if there is any connection with the blacksmith of Yinren Village?"
The middle-aged man paused and then asked: "Have you received any reply from the people led by Feng'er?"
The merchant bowed and replied: "The young master sent someone to report that there should be an armed force called the Mountain Patrol Team in Yinren Village. However, the specific personnel and strength have not yet been determined. And there is..."
The short and fat merchant paused for a moment, then continued: "The leader of this team should be a chivalrous man with a chivalrous name."
The middle-aged man surnamed Shui narrowed his eyes slightly and said sternly: "Should? Humph! Send a message to Feng'er and make sure to find out the details of this person. It's rare that a small village like Yinren Village actually has a warrior with the strength of a chivalrous person. You have to follow it carefully. They’re having fun.”
Yi Xifeng didn't know that his unintentional bargaining would involve investigations between multiple forces.
At this time, he was walking around the gathering on the bank of the Chunfeng River with a contented look on his face. He wanted to forge a handy weapon for himself, although a wooden sword could transmit inner energy more easily than an ordinary iron sword. But it's not a long-term solution. In the future, you can't fight with the enemy and suddenly your wooden sword breaks, and then say to the opponent: "Brother, wait a minute, I'll change the weapon..."
The main reason why Yi Xifeng uses a wooden sword now is to exercise his ability to control his internal energy.
Yi Xifeng knows what he has and what he wants. This is why he can achieve far greater self-discipline than his peers, which also makes the teenager's behavior more purposeful.
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng subconsciously touched the chain vest under his gown and the wine gourd holding Suxin wine around his waist.
These are the things he relies on to compete with all the heroes in this world, but he understands that his biggest reliance is not on these.
Among the crowd, the villagers of Yinren Village came and went, rubbing shoulders. No one noticed that a young man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist was moving around in the crowd and even practiced walking.
Just like his hard training day and night in the past three years, just like the heavy-duty vest he never left behind in the past three years, just like the figure in white wielding a sword again and again in the snow of Maple Leaf Forest three years ago, just like the scene in Maple Leaf Forest three years ago. An alcoholic kid who drank eighteen gulps of strong liquor in one breath.
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In the corner that no one can see, there is the roof of a shed.
There were three people standing at this moment. One of them was wearing a light gray one-piece hood and exquisite leather armor. He was a member of the mountain patrol team.
"Is this the little guy that the captain asked me to pay more attention to?" one of the men wearing a Hawkeye mask asked.
Another man leaning on a tree branch responded: "That's right."
"What is he doing?" The masked man looked at the thin figure moving among the crowd in confusion.
"He is practicing." The person who answered him was the mountain patrol member. From the sound of his voice, this mountain patrol member should be quite old, almost middle-aged.
"Is it necessary to be so diligent?" the masked man said disdainfully.
The middle-aged mountain patrol member said: "You don't know him. I was ordered to pay attention to him three years ago. He has always been like this!"
The masked man exchanged glances with the man leaning on the tree branch, unable to conceal his shock.
The middle-aged mountain ranger asked jokingly: "What's wrong? Don't believe it?"
The man leaning on the branch of the tree paused and said, "I have seen many diligent people. But this is the first time I have seen someone with such a heart and perseverance at such an age."
"Yes, I was more shocked than you when I first saw him. He was only five years old at that time. But shock is shock, and I still don't want to spend time on this little kid. It's what the captain said. , which made me think I could take on this job and pay more attention to him." The middle-aged mountain patrol member said with a smile.
The man leaning on the branch straightened his body unconsciously and asked, "What did the captain say?"
"A strong man is like a man who never gives up day and night!" the middle-aged mountain patrol member replied firmly.
The two people subconsciously turned their eyes to the thin figure moving among the crowd, but this time there was no longer surprise and disdain in their eyes, instead, they were filled with praise and admiration.
