Wei Jing had no way to escape, so he was quickly pressed to the ground by several gang members, kicked and punched, and dragged outside the rest house. Although the resting house had no external walls, there was a height difference from the alleyway. As Wei Jing was dragging along, he hit his head several times and was extremely painful and dizzy.
"That's it. How can the Yang family capture such a pustule?" The skinny old man sneered disdainfully.
"Those evil villains, put your children down!" The amiable old man couldn't look past them. He took a few steps to catch up, his hands turned into claws, and he fought with the gang.
"Search him to see if there is anything valuable!" one of the gang members shouted, reaching out to grab Wei Jing's baggage. Wei Jing was in a daze and became violent, no matter how hard the gang members kicked him, he was still shaking. He clutched the money bag at his waist tightly. There were several large banknotes in the money bag, which were the fees for his father to buy sword-making materials.
Pan Yuan pulled out his big knife, held it high, and was about to cut Wei Jing's wrist. Suddenly he jumped away, and there was a chopstick stuck in his wrist, which was thrown by the skinny old man.
"It's just a bunch of adults bullying a kid, but they want to cut off his hands while trying to steal money. How can that be true!" The skinny old man casually picked up two more chopsticks and tossed them in his hands.
"Who are you, old man? Tell me your name!" Pan Yuan jumped and angrily scolded the gang around him: "Why hasn't Fan Jun come yet? Where has he been?"
"You bastard, I am Shui Bantian. I became famous forty years ago. How dare you, a brat like you, dare to run wild on my territory?" The skinny old man called Shui Bantian.
Two gangsters came from afar and reported to Pan Yuan: "Brother Pan, Fan Jun said he had a deal to make. He said he would pay you back in a few days. After that, he left!"
"What!" Pan Yuan was shocked. He saw the kind old man striking with a tiger-shaped fist majesticly, knocking down several big men one after another. The skinny old man behind him used chopsticks as a sword, and stabbed down a gang member with one chopstick. In one moment, there were sixteen or seven gangs, and eight or nine fell down in one fell swoop.
A member of the gang who was also hit by chopsticks on the wrist retreated to Pan Yuan and said solemnly: "Brother Pan, I just didn't have the chance to say that this is the No. 4 branch of the Field Mouse Gang that I told you before. !”
Pan Yuan asked anxiously: "Where is branch number 4?"
The gang member replied: "No. 4, 23rd Street. There are no flags hanging in the entire alley. There is also a butcher lady who is very arrogant. This is the first time I have seen these two old guys!"
"What's the butcher's aunt? Where is she?" Pan Yuan raised his big knife and looked left and right. Suddenly, the reporting gang member next to him made a sound, flew out, hit the wall, and fainted.
Pan Yuan turned around and saw a tall, middle-aged woman standing behind him, half a head taller than him. She was still holding a huge kitchen knife in her hand. She was the butcher Zhang Aunt.
"I remembered, the two bastards I beat away last time turned out to be the same as you." Aunt Zhang said coldly and glanced at Wei Jing. Wei Jing was lying on the ground, covered in bruises and unconscious. Two or three gang members paid attention to the other companions fighting with the kind old man, and kicked Wei Jing from time to time.
Aunt Zhang walked over without saying a word, waved her hand and slapped a member of the gang who was kicking Wei Jing to the ground.
"You bitch..." The two gangsters on the side were shocked and were hurriedly pulling out the weapons from their waists. Pan Yuan saw that Aunt Zhang's back was turned to him, so he raised his sword and slashed straight at Aunt Zhang's back. .
Aunt Zhang dodged sideways, raised her foot and turned on Pan Yuan's leg, causing Pan Yuan to hit the wall, causing a bruise on his cheek. Just as he turned around to escape, she saw a heavy kitchen knife slashing at him. The oncoming force was comparable to that of a tiger or a bear. I was so frightened that I even forgot to run away. I could only instinctively raise my knife to block it.
With a bang, the big kitchen knife hit the wall and broke into two pieces.
Aunt Zhang's kitchen knife was still embedded in the wall. Pan Yuan and several gang members were so frightened that they ran away without even having time to save their unconscious companions.
Aunt Zhang put away the kitchen knife, looked at Wei Jing, stepped forward and pushed his face with her foot, and found that Wei Jing had already fainted and was unconscious.
The amiable old man He Shui patted his clothes for a long time, then gathered over and chatted with Aunt Zhang, as if discussing something. After a while, Aunt Zhang sighed, lifted Wei Jing's ankle with one hand, hung him on her shoulder, like carrying a cow's leg, and walked into the butcher's shop.
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The fire in the kiln was raging, rolling and tumbling, making a sound like wild waves.
Wei Jing was only eight or nine years old at that time. He was short and weak, and his head only reached his father Wei Wen's chest. Seeing that the fire was strong, he didn't feel scared at all. Instead, he was very excited and pulled the wooden pole of the blower box harder, pulling and sending, blowing bursts of wind into the furnace.
The stone basin in the kiln is extremely resistant to high temperatures, and the black steel contained in it has already melted into red boiling water. Wei Wen used the tongs to take out the stone basin, mixed some metal powder into the hot molten iron, and put it into the furnace to heat for a long time before taking it out again.
Wei Jing stopped and watched his father skillfully hold the stone basin. The black steel liquid inside was bouncing with fire bubbles. The stone basin tilted slightly, and the hot black steel molten liquid leaked into the long stone mold.
The black steel rolling liquid gradually cools down.
"Dad! We have ready-made steel blocks available, why do you have to smelt them yourself?" Wei Jing asked, wiping the dirt on his face.
"The steel from the 'Old House Kiln' is out of stock. Although the steel from the 'Shantou Village' is hard, it lacks some toughness and is easy to break. I melted it and added other metal powders to make it better." Wei Wen replied.
"Pound, pound, pound!"
The sound of the hammer hitting was solid. His father Wei Wen's left hand was wrapped in a thick wet cloth and he was holding the black steel sword blade. The black steel sword blade was burning red and hot. Wei Wen lifted the hammer high and hit the black steel sword one by one. On the sword.
The narrow and thick blade of the sword was gradually hammered into a wider one. Wei Wen did not stop, skillfully using the edge of the heavy hammer to break the thin sword blade straight along the spine of the sword. The shape returned to narrow and thick.
I don’t know how many days and nights this process went through.
Layer after layer, thousands of times.
Wei Jing was sweating profusely, and he was pulling the pole of the blast box with all his strength, making the fire more intense and the black steel sword blade burning redder.
Finally, Wei Wen put down the hammer and held the red sword high. When Wei Jing saw this, he quickly stopped blowing, ran to the side and pushed away the stone cover of the tank of water. The stone vat was thick, and the high temperature in the sword-making room did not heat up the water. There was a strange fragrance in the water vat, which was cold mountain spring water mixed with heirloom formula medicine.
"Move quickly!" Wei Wen shouted urgently. Before Wei Jing could completely push the stone lid open, he turned around and quickly inserted the red-hot black steel sword into the mountain spring water of the stone vat to quench it.
"Cha──", a burst of white smoke came out of the stone vat, and the moment the black steel sword collided with the water, it made a violent sound and splashed water everywhere.
Not only was Wei Jing not afraid, but he cheered and kept jumping and clapping his hands. Ever since he was a child, he loved watching the quenching procedure, as if all the hard work in the process was transformed into quenching in which the cold water boiled and smoked. of joy.
The screen kept jumping, and Wei Jing took the black steel sword, which was a birthday gift for the rich and noble Wang in Laihu City.
Wei Jing was jumping up and down, and his father Wei Wen seemed to be giving some instructions. Wei Jing couldn't wait to pull out the sword.
Broken, no, nothing, the black steel sword disappeared from the hand.
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"Wow──" Wei Jing sat up from the bed, and Ah Xi jumped on him and kept licking his face. Wei Jing looked around. This was a small stone room. He was lying on a wooden bed against the wall. There was a strange pot of grass beside the bed... and he thought about the nightmare that had woken him up.
"Axi, Axi, where is this?" Wei Jing murmured to himself, only to feel unbearable pain on his body, and several bruises were still clear and scary.
Axi would not answer, but kept barking and wagging his tail.
The wooden door of the stone room was pushed open, and a tall and sturdy aunt in her forties walked in. Seeing that Wei Jing was awake, she said coldly: "Hey, you're awake!"
The aunt was none other than Aunt Zhang. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and went out. When she came back in, she was carrying two large bowls. One was full of potion, and the other was filled with a thick piece of roast beef.
"Boy, the medicine is to cure your bruises, and the meat will fill your stomach. Eat it." Aunt Zhang said as she took out the thick kitchen knife and a sharpening iron pestle from the bag on her waist. Stop and alternately sharpen both sides of the kitchen knife.
Wei Jing was stunned, and then he remembered that when he was beaten unconscious by the field mouse gang that night, he vaguely saw the butcher's aunt walking towards him, and started beating him randomly. He thought it was the aunt who saved him, and there was a strong smell of raw meat coming from outside. Aunt Zhang's butcher shop.
"Thank you, Auntie." Wei Jing thanked Aunt Zhang gratefully. His stomach growled, and he unceremoniously grabbed the two-fingered piece of roast beef and ate it.
Even though the beef was only roasted over a fire and sprinkled with some coarse salt, Wei Jing was still very satisfied with it and finished the entire piece of beef in one go.
"After eating the meat, drink the medicine!" Aunt Zhang squinted at him and asked again: "You were knocked unconscious. The neighbors and I were afraid that you would die on the street, so we brought you back. You fell asleep all day and night. I My surname is Zhang, I am a butcher, and the neighbors call me Aunt Zhang."
Wei Jing picked up the bowl and sniffed it, frowned and said, "My name is Wei Jing, this medicine smells not very good..."
Aunt Zhang said: "It tastes even worse, but if you leave a sip, I will beat you up."
