Wei Jing was startled, thinking that Aunt Zhang was joking, and took a sip. It was really fishy and bitter. He widened his eyes and felt like vomiting. But seeing Aunt Zhang's sharp eyes, it didn't look like she was joking, so he had to pinch his nose. He suppressed the nausea and swallowed a large bowl of medicine into his stomach. The satisfaction of eating beef suddenly disappeared.
"Boy, where did you come from? How did you offend those thieving rats?" Aunt Zhang asked coldly while sharpening her kitchen knife.
Wei Jing then sent the Field Mouse Gang to destroy the Dual Knife Gang. Pan Yuan described his arrogant and domineering appearance, and made it sound like a chivalrous act by secretly shooting stones.
"You really don't know how to live or die... Get up and take two steps to see if you can walk." Aunt Zhang said to Wei Jing while still sharpening the knife.
Wei Jing stood up and walked a few steps, but he still felt pain in his feet. His ankle was severely sprained and was stepped on when he was beaten.
"Your ankle is badly sprained. You can recuperate here. This small room is my son's room. He is no longer here. When you are healed, go back to your Xiaoyuan Village. This is not the place you should be." Aunt Zhang said coldly, showing a slightly sad look when she mentioned her son.
Wei Jing nodded and thanked him.
A few days later, Wei Jing ate meat and drank medicine every day, and his injury gradually improved. Aunt Zhang didn't talk much, selling meat every day, and sitting at the window in a daze when there was no business. Wei Jing also took the initiative to help Aunt Zhang with chores, sometimes buying things, sometimes washing dishes and cleaning.
After a few days, Wei Jing also had a preliminary understanding of the No. 4 branch of 23rd Street and even the entire underground lake.
The No. 4 branch of 23rd Street is already secluded. There are only about a hundred households and businesses, and most of them are aunties and a few men.
This vast underground street turned out to be an underground passage built by the government and the people during the war two hundred years ago for citizens to take refuge, hide, and guerrilla. Over the past two hundred years, it has been expanded several times, getting bigger and bigger, and residents are constantly moving in, turning it into the underground city it is today.
Strange weeds that can be seen everywhere, although they emit a foul smell, are indispensable in this underground city; because it is buried deep underground and is airtight, people will suffocate to death if they live for a long time. The function of this weed is to keep people alive. Opening the air channels in the secret room prevents people from suffocating to death. The disadvantage is that it smells a bit unpleasant, but as time goes by, you will get used to it.
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"Tsk!" Wei Jing finished eating the meat that night and was playing with Ah Xi. When he saw Aunt Zhang sitting on the chair sharpening a knife, he couldn't help but let out a disdainful sound.
"What's wrong? Do you think my sharpening knife is noisy?" Aunt Zhang asked.
"It's not that you are noisy, Aunt Zhang, you can't sharpen your knife even if you grind it for a year." Wei Jingben was idle and panicked, looking for a topic, but he couldn't stop talking, and kept talking about sharpening his knife. Tips, tips on how to use force, the angle between the whetstone and the blade, etc.
Aunt Zhang also let him talk and changed the sharpening movements according to his way. But Wei Jing still shook his head repeatedly and ran to Aunt Zhang to take the knife.
"Let me come!" Wei Jing shouted.
Aunt Zhang sneered twice and handed over the thick kitchen knife, not forgetting to warn: "This knife is very heavy, be careful not to hit your foot."
Wei Jing used both hands to hold the kitchen knife, but it was still too heavy to hold. Fortunately, Aunt Zhang caught it in time and prevented the big kitchen knife from falling to the ground.
"This material is made of black heavy iron!" Wei Jing looked at the thick kitchen knife carefully and was surprised to realize that it was made of good material and was actually three fingers thick and as wide as three palms.
"Wow! How is this a kitchen knife? It's just a big axe! I've never seen such a big ax before!" Wei Jing exaggeratedly marveled, and this time he used all his strength to barely catch the big kitchen knife. Because the kitchen knife is so thick, the back of the knife is three fingers wide, allowing it to stand firmly on the ground.
Wei Jing went to the kitchen and retrieved a whetstone and a basin of water. He held the kitchen knife between his feet and sharpened it while muttering to himself: "This is the first time I have seen a kitchen knife made of black heavy iron. It is not only used for chopping beef. It’s more than enough to kill an elephant!”
Seeing that Wei Jing was speaking eloquently, Aunt Zhang asked curiously: "You mentioned 'black heavy iron' twice. Do you know the origin of this sword?"
Wei Jing shook his head and replied: "How do I know the origin of this big axe, but I recognize the material. It is black heavy iron. Its characteristic is thick. It is mostly used as axes, sledgehammers and other weapons, used by strong men. It’s even more powerful, but its disadvantage is that it’s soft and not suitable for use as a sharp blade.”
"Hey, Lao Xu, this kid knows more than you!" At this time, Shui Bantian's face turned red and he walked into the butcher shop drunkenly, followed by the kind old man.
Over the past few days, Wei Jing has also met Shui Bantian from time to time. The kind old man calls him Lao Xu. He is seventy-one years old and is also a blacksmith. Lao Xu's iron shop is located at the end of branch road No. 4. , several houses away from the other residents, with some decorations such as broken knives and daggers hanging outside the door, and an inconspicuous small signboard - "Xu's Iron Shop".
Shui Bantian was a has-been swordsman, about the same age as Lao Xu, with a weird temper. He would often visit Xu's iron shop with a wine pot, or Lao Xu would visit his house with a wine pot.
"Yo? You know a lot." Aunt Zhang looked at Wei Jing and said, "This is really an ax. I used it to kill bandits many years ago. Later I became a butcher and used it to chop meat. It's pretty good." Sharpening the knife is just a show of boredom. It’s not that it’s not sharp enough. The knife is so heavy and I’m very strong. If the blade is too sharp, I’d be afraid of cutting the chopping board in half.”
"That's right..." Wei Jing sharpened it again, took a wet cloth and wiped off the grinding stains on both edges of the large kitchen knife, and said, "Try it now, it should be easier to use."
Aunt Zhang was curious after hearing what Wei Jing said. She picked up the knife and went to the kitchen and slowly cut the meat. It was indeed much sharper. She chopped the meat vigorously and the chop became cleaner and smoother. It actually cut into a chopping board by more than half an inch. .
"I can't tell you're really smart. Who taught you how to sharpen a knife?" Lao Xu asked.
"Wait a minute, tell me first, who taught you the grappling techniques you used when you fought with the stinky rats that day?" Shui Bantian asked while burping from wine.
"My Kung Fu was taught to me by my dead mother; as for knife sharpening, I learned it from my father when I was young. He is a swordsmith and can also forge weapons other than swords." Wei Jing replied.
"Son, Aunt Zhang said your surname is Wei, do you really mean it?" Lao Xu asked.
Shui Bantian interrupted again loudly: "Wait, let me ask first! Boy, your father is the third son of the Wei family, Wei Wen, right?"
"Do you know my father?" Wei Jing was shocked and stood up suddenly.
"When you came to Laihu City, have you ever heard of the biggest gang - Chuang Tianmen? I, Shui Bantian, and Aunt Zhang once had some entanglements with Chuang Tianmen, and your Wei family has a close relationship with Chuang Tianmen, so because of this We know something about your Wei family, we have been guessing for a few days, but we can't figure it out, so we just came to ask you directly." Lao Xu replied calmly.
Wei Jing was startled and asked: "I see...then do you know Mr. Fuguiju Wang and Chuantianmen Li Chuangtian?"
"Xiao Wei, do you also know about Ah Sheng and Chuangtian King Li Daxia?" Shui Bantian shouted in a thick native accent: "Ah! By the way, of course your father told you about it."
"A...Sheng?" Wei Jing was dumbfounded for a long time, and then he realized that the "A-Sheng" he meant was referring to Mr. Wang Baosheng. He continued: "I delivered the goods to Mr. Wang's house for my father. Who knew that when I arrived in Laihu City, I heard someone said that Mr. Wang's whole family had been wiped out by Chuang Tianmen."
"What——" The wine bottle in Shui Bantian's hand was smashed to the ground, and he suddenly grabbed Wei Jing's shoulders, not only with great force, but also trembling slightly, his eyes full of confusion and anger.
"Tell me again, who told you?" "Xiao Wei, are your words true or false?" Lao Xu and Aunt Zhang also looked surprised. They opened the water for a long time and asked Wei Jing.
Wei Jing smiled bitterly, took a few steps back, rubbed his shoulders, and pointed upward: "Mr. Wang is a well-known local figure. This matter has caused quite a big fuss. The whole Laihu City knows about it. Chuangtianmen planted a Chuang flag in Fuguiju, Mr. Wang’s family was wiped out. I didn’t believe it at first, but when I went up to Fugui Residence, I saw it was in ruins...”
