"Are you here? Are you here?" Two ten-year-old children chatted in a low voice. One of them couldn't help laughing, but another twelve-year-old girl pinched his ear and cursed in a low voice: "Quiet, don't bad thing!"
The two children stuck out their tongues but couldn't help but laugh and play.
The sentry at the entrance of the No. 4 branch road was still there, but no one was guarding it. The three boys from the Field Mouse Gang waited outside for a long time and then came in thiefly, with single swords hanging on their waists.
The three guys filed forward and saw that the doors of the residents on both sides were closed, and they couldn't help but feel funny.
One of them picked up a bucket of filthy filth and was about to throw it on the door. Another gang member grabbed him and said, "You idiot, what are you doing here? Go to Aunt Po Beef's shop and see if she will be pissed off to death!"
Another gang member replied: "Yes, I heard that the fierce aunt has been ill for several days. Let's work harder and make trouble for her. She will be angry to death, or she will become ill. This No one on the No. 4 branch dares to stand up and go against us."
After the three gang members finished their discussion, they continued forward and turned a corner in the narrow road. There was actually a wooden wall blocking the way.
This wooden wall is also very strange in appearance. Three damaged old wooden doors are nailed together to form a wall. There are also several origami animals hanging on the wall.
There is a house in front of the wooden wall, the wooden door is ajar, and some figures are shaking behind the two windows. The house is dark and cannot be seen clearly, and only the laughter of some children can be vaguely heard.
"What is this?" A member of the field mouse gang couldn't help but pick off an origami puppy from the wooden wall, hold it in his hand and play with it.
"Ah! I bought the stinky mouse. Come get the money!" A child couldn't help shouting. The dark room suddenly became noisy. Flying stones shot out from two windows, hitting the three field mouse gang members. .
"Wow, they're a bunch of brats!" A member of the field mouse gang was hit by a stone on the bridge of the nose and screamed in pain. Then he saw a few brats by the window with their heads heaving up and down, holding slingshots and taking turns shooting stones outside. They were so angry that they kept swearing. With a single sword, he kicked open the half-closed door and rushed into the house.
Next, I heard a few screams from all the monsters. They rolled out and pressed their arms, screaming again.
A faint light came on in the room, and Shui Bantian poked his head out, leaning leisurely by the door, with a "thin sword" dangling in his hand.
The blade of the rapier is a long rattan, with the head end sharpened and covered with iron sheets to form a pointed cone. The end is tied with a guard and tied into a hilt.
This is a makeshift weapon specially made by Wei Jing for Shui Bantian. Rattan is naturally lighter than steel. Although Shui Bantian doesn't like the appearance of this thin sword, it is much easier to use than chopsticks.
The gang members who rolled out were still unconvinced when they saw that the old drunkard had been drinking for a long time. They picked up their single swords and wanted to kill him again.
Shui Bantian picked up his thin sword and touched his wrist. The gang let out a sigh, took the sword away, and retreated continuously. They tripped over the bucket of filth he had brought and fell to the ground.
Shui Bantian stared at the group of people sideways and smiled, feeling very proud.
The children in the room smelled the stench of filth and screamed strangely.
Before the other two gang members understood the situation, a door on the wooden wall opened. Wei Jing walked out in a big way, pinched his nose and fanned the air and said, "It stinks, it stinks!"
Wei Jing was fanning himself while pretending to check the wooden wall. He found that an origami puppy was missing, and said with a click of his tongue: "The three guests have good eyesight. The paper Axi from our Weijia Paper Shop is a treasure. Hanging it on your chest can... It can cure all kinds of diseases, and if you put it on your bedside, it will prolong your life. I will give you a half discount and sell you three thousand silver for each one!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" a member of the gang shouted, and he struck Wei Jing on the head with his knife.
Wei Jing squeaked and hid back inside the door. The gang slashed at the edge of the door with their swords. He was about to draw his knife and slash again when suddenly a hand came out from behind the door and grabbed the wrists of the gang.
Aunt Zhang glared with round eyes, stepped hard on the door rail, and grabbed the wrists of the gang members, pushing him back again and again.
When the gang saw it was Aunt Zhang, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground with one sword and their knees became weak.
The other member of the gang ran away, and within two steps, he saw a tough-looking guy on the way, it was Fan Jun.
This group of people were suddenly frightened, their heads didn't have time to react, and their bodies instinctively ran forward.
Without saying a word, Fan Jun tilted his body slightly, raised his arms, and with a bang, his thick arms suddenly hooked between the chest and neck of the rushing gang member, and he was thrown to the ground. I fainted from the fall.
Aunt Zhang grabbed the wrist of the gangster who was holding the knife and slashed the door with her big hand, and carried him away. She came to the gangster who was knocked unconscious by Fan Jun, and threw the guy in her hand. The two of them collided together, and the unconscious one also woke up.
Shui Bantian drove the third member of the gang over, and the three of them huddled together, trembling and rustling.
"These cheap things are not even worth five silvers. They are still short of two thousand nine hundred and ninety-five silvers. You three, do you want to buy a Bawang paper origami dog? I don't know that the king of the ring at Bawang Inn is in our "Two Three" Gang Four!" Wei Jing followed, picking up three single-handled knives dropped by the Vole Gang along the way, and kicked one of the Vole Gang members in the butt, shouting: "Hurry up and pay!"
The three gangsters were already frightened to the point of confusion. Without thinking, they dug around on their bodies and found some silver, which they threw on the ground.
Wei Jing picked them up one by one, counted them, and said, "Fuck! You guys use thirty-two silver coins and three broken knives to buy my paper-folded Ah Xi. You're looking down on me!"
"Okay, stop messing around." Aunt Zhang picked up Wei Jing by the collar, threw him aside, and said to the three gang members: "Go back and tell your leader, what great achievements he wants to do is his business, we The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river, and don't bully our fellow villagers and neighbors on the No. 4 branch road."
The three gangsters nodded like crazy, not daring to refute a word. One of them even looked at Fan Jun.
Fan Jun chuckled and added: "Don't forget to tell Pan Yuan that Fan Jun will also be from here in the future. If you mess with them, you will mess with me, Fan Jun."
The field mouse gang agreed repeatedly and stood up to leave. At this time, Wei Jing, who was chased away by Aunt Zhang, picked up a few more brooms and buckets, threw them at the feet of the gang, and angrily said: "I, Uncle Wei, have a lot of people today. It doesn't matter if I don't have enough money. I'll go and pour them down on you." Clean up that stinky puddle!"
Although the Vole Gang members were full of resentment and hatred in their hearts, the situation was pressing, so they had no choice but to pick up brooms, clean up the filth in front of the wooden door obediently, and ran away with their tails between their legs under the ridicule of the children.
Wei Jing was seen with his hands on his hips, proudly making a crowd of children worship him as his idol.
It was already his fifth day here. In addition to his usual blacksmithing, he also made some slingshots and distributed them to neighborhood children, asking them to practice shooting stones.
Wei Jing saw that the Field Mouse Gang was waiting for opportunities to cause trouble at the entrance of the alley every day, so he suggested setting a trap to catch a few wild mice for fun.
Lao Xu's iron shop was occupied by Wei Jing and had nothing to do, while Shui Bantian gave up drinking and had no place to vent his anger. After listening to Wei Jing's suggestion, the two old men were happy to play together.
Lao Xu was responsible for nailing wooden planks to the wall, while Shui Bantian practiced the rapier Wei Jing made for him every day.
Aunt Zhang and Fan Jun are not interested in the tricks of these children, and are only responsible for arresting people at critical moments.
Aunt Zhang has had Wei Jing talk to her a lot in the past few days, and Fan Jun is stationed at the No. 4 branch. Her body recovered very quickly and she is now able to chop meat and beat people.
"Alright, Captain, I have something else to do. Let's practice on your own!" Wei Jing gave the order, leaving the children behind and running towards Lao Xu's iron shop.
He chatted with Aunt Zhang every day, and after leading the children to line up and practice slingshots, he would sit in Lao Xu's iron shop, tinkering and drawing some sketches of weapon designs.
"I'm going to deliver the goods, you can play by yourself!" Old Xu Zheng packed up a few kitchen knives, said hello to Wei Jing, and then sent them to other streets and handed them over to business subscribers.
Wei Jing held three single knives that he had snatched from the Field Mouse Gang and placed them on a small wooden table.
In addition to the three knives on the wooden table, there are also two-foot black steel pieces brought by Wei Jing, long and short Wei family swords, two broken crutches from Fan Jun, and a pair of crutches taken from the fake Fan Jun. These are what he wants to use Materials for forging weapons.
The fire was still burning in the kiln nearby, with several pots of stinkweed placed around it. There were more stinkweed in Lao Xu's iron shop than in other shops and houses, with a dozen pots.
The unique smelly grass in the underground lake is used for ventilation and purification. It can transform dirty smells, choking smoke, etc. into harmless smells with a musty smell.
"The fire is not strong enough. It takes a lot of time to burn the scrap copper and iron into molten iron!" Wei Jing muttered to himself, picked up a pile of black charcoal and threw it into the kiln. He picked up the big fan on the side and held it at the wind outlet. Fan as hard as you can.
Lao Xu's iron shop was poorly equipped and did not have a blower box, so he had to use a large fan to fan the fire.
"Fan Jun──Fan Jun──" Wei Jing shouted, summoned Fan Jun, and gave him a fan. The two of them fanned beside the kiln for a long time, and kept adding charcoal.
Although the fire gradually grew stronger, the two-sided fans were no better than the blowing equipment. The charcoal in the kiln was not fully burned, and bursts of smoke billowed out.
Wei Jing coughed repeatedly, placed Fan Jun's pair of broken crutches in a long refractory stone basin, and put them into the kiln. However, his eyes were covered with fog, and his face was filled with tears and snot.
"Wow! Why doesn't this smelly grass work?" Wei Jing and Fan Jun couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out of the door one after another.
The two waited outside the door for a long time. When the fire subsided, they saw that the smoke finally gradually dissipated, and the stinkweeds did their best to absorb the choking smoke.
Wei Jing pinched his nose and went back into the iron shop. He saw that the kidnapper had only melted a little, but the fire was already weak. If he tried to add more charcoal, thick smoke would come out again.
Only then did I understand that the iron shop was located underground, and the furnace equipment was old. If a fire was to be made, the accompanying smoke would choke people to death.
Even though Lao Xu's iron shop has placed dozens of times more smelly grass than ordinary houses, the fire it can maintain can only forge and repair existing swords and iron tools. If he wants to melt molten iron to re-smelt steel, it is Nothing can be done.
"The smelly grass is not enough, we need more!" Wei Jing came to this conclusion, but the thick smoke coming out of the iron shop had already attracted concern from the neighbors and also provoked a scolding from Aunt Zhang.
When Lao Xu returned from delivering the goods, he saw Wei Jing sitting outside the iron shop in despair. After asking, he found out that the furnace could not produce a big fire.
Lao Xu said with a wry smile: "Xiao Wei, I paid for this smelly grass, it's not cheap."
"Buy it with money? Where can I buy it? Can I grow it myself?"
Lao Xu shrugged, named several shops selling stink grass on other streets, and added: "The stink grass sold in those shops is also picked."
"Where can I pick them? I'll pick some back too!"
"This is no joke! Stinky grass grows at the bottom of the underground lake. The terrain there is much more rugged and many places are not connected. Stores selling stink grass will hire trained grass pickers. Although those who pick grass People are agile and experienced, but they occasionally get hurt and lose their lives. Not everyone can pick it. It is not unreasonable for the smelly grass to be sold more expensively." Old Xu said seriously.
"What's the danger? Isn't it just picking grass?" Wei Jing snorted.
Lao Xu said with a straight face: "Xiaowei, there are no strange things in the lake here, and there are all kinds of weirdos. The floor we live on is pretty normal, at most a little poorer. The ones below are not. Likewise, there are poisonous insects everywhere, as well as some strange and ferocious beasts, and even some evil people that you can’t imagine. If you want stinkweed, I’ll help you find it, but don’t even think about picking it yourself, otherwise I’ll tell Aunt Zhang, She spanked you!”
"Grandpa Xu, don't be nervous. I'm so cautious, why would I act randomly?" Wei Jing grinned and patted Old Xu's back obediently.
