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Chapter 1642: An accident on the way home

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    Boom, boom, boom, the sound of knocking aroused everyone's curiosity.

    We have been walking for three days, advancing in the densely packed deep mountains, as if we lost our way, but as long as we keep going west, we can always get out.  Since they were one day behind, they never joined the team in front and just walked behind.

    On this day, when he heard this sound in the distance, Qin Baoshan was a little curious.  This should be the sound of iron striking, right?

    There is a small village in front, and some houses can be seen faintly, but the number is not many.  This village is estimated to be a small village with dozens or hundreds of people.

    "I feel a little strange and want to go in and have a look." Qin Baoshan said.

    It is said that Qin Baoshan and the others should return to Shanxi as soon as possible. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Now, Qin Baoshan is going to join in the fun in the village. Although the sky is high here, the emperor is far away, and ordinary little devils will not come, but who knows what will happen? Accident.  But Qin Baoshan was in high spirits, so the others didn't refute his interest.  In this way, the group walked towards the village.

    The snow-covered village is extraordinarily quiet, and the sound of this beating is even more surprising.

    Qin Baoshan and the others all changed into local clothes after leaving the armored train, so it didn't look strange, and after staying here for a while, they spoke Northeast dialect very fluently.  Li Yunlong's cavalry company stayed in the woods outside the village, and only Li Yunlong followed them into the village.

    The clanging sound came from the entrance of the village. When a few people walked into the dilapidated courtyard at the entrance of the village, they saw the situation inside. There were a few dilapidated houses, and a shed was built outside.  There is a stove burning inside, and several people are busy there.

    This should be a coppersmith's shop, they are not blacksmiths, what they are striking at this time is a piece of yellow metal.  Although it was freezing cold, the stove was burning vigorously.  None of them were wearing fur jackets, they were just wearing ragged single clothes, and kept beating there.  Qin Baoshan's eyes fell on the copper block, and the eyeballs were about to pop out.

    This is a piece of copper!  The military factories of the Eighth Route Army are using a large number of steel-cased bullets, and the bullet casings are simplified to be made of steel, which can greatly reduce the demand for copper, but copper is still needed in many places.  For example, bullets, or bullet casings for automatic rifles.  It can be said that they have been in a situation of lack of copper resources.  Now in this small village deep in the mountains, Qin Baoshan unexpectedly discovered that the other party was striking a piece of copper.  How did the other party get this thing?

    "What are you doing here?" When seeing these people walking into the coppersmith's shop, among them, the elder master immediately asked.  There was wariness in the opponent's eyes.

    Li Yunlong wanted to speak, but before he could speak, Qin Baoshan already spoke: "We are members of a troupe and want to come here to buy bronze wares."

    These copper products are very precious, and ordinary people cannot afford them.  That's why Qin Baoshan made up such a reason.  Theatrical troupes need copper products, whether it is the suona that is blown in the mouth, the gong or the cymbal that is knocked in the hand, they all need copper to make.

    Only pretending to be a buyer can make the other party feel at ease.  Now Qin Baoshan said this.  The opponent still did not relax his vigilance.

    "Are you from the theater troupe?" The other party still didn't believe it, which was a natural rejection of strangers.

    Qin Baoshan looked at Wei Shuqin beside him, and said to her: "These masters don't believe it, so you can sing a song for them."

    "Yes." Wei Shuqin replied.

    At this time, the other party discovered that there were actually women among Qin Baoshan's group, and his vigilance immediately dropped.  Hearing what Qin Baoshan said, Wei Shuqin was not ambiguous.  She obliged, cleared her throat, and sang.

    "Long live God wants to choose Eighth Sister Yang. Don't marry without a gift. My daughter loves color at home. I want to wear four silks and satins to make a phoenix skirt."

    This track is called Yang Bajie Youchun.  This is not only a traditional repertoire of Northeast Errenzhuan, but also a traditional repertoire of many other operas, so Wei Shuqin sang it out.

    Hearing Wei Shuqin's voice, several people present stopped moving.  They listened to the beautiful singing, and they were a little intoxicated there, and some of them actually beat the rhythm, very devoted.

    When the song ended, a few of them actually applauded.  One of the young lads said: "It's really nice to sing."

    "You have all heard it, so you have to give me a cheaper price for the things I want to buy." Qin Baoshan said??There is a bargain there.  Hearing his words, the middle-aged master smiled wryly and shook his head: "Okay, since I have heard everything, I will give you a cheaper price. Whatever you want, come in and pick it yourself."

    Having said that, the other party led Qin Baoshan and others into the house. On the ground, on the kang, and on the walls, there were bronze wares they had beaten everywhere.  Qin Baoshan began to chat with them while pointing.

    "I heard that your place is the most authentic, that's why I came all the way to buy it. The copperware won't change its sound."

    "Of course, we are the most authentic, and our craft has been passed down for ten generations."

    In this era, many crafts are of course passed down from generation to generation.  These few people must also be from the same family.  Even such a small village could be a big family.

    Qin Baoshan's heart is like a bright mirror.  The smelting of copper is not easy, and they must have their own secrets to be passed down from generation to generation.  Qin Baoshan did not see how they refined copper.  He saw the piece that the other party knocked, as if it had been dug out directly from the ground.  Moreover, it is directly a whole piece of copper, and there are no impurities in it.

    Qin Baoshan was thinking about how to ask about this matter, and at the same time he kept pulling things up and bargaining with the other party.  In the end, he asked for three instruments, and when he took out Ocean from his pocket, the middle-aged man was stunned.

    In this era, Dayang is definitely a hard currency, and it is a kind of sincerity to settle the bill with Dayang.  The middle-aged man immediately said: "You can choose one more, and I will give it to you."

    At this time, the young man also ran over to look at it, took the piece of ocean and blew it in his mouth, then put it in his ear to listen to the sound.  He said in his mouth: "Really, it really is true."

    "It's not easy for your ancestors to mine copper here for generations. You must spend a lot of effort just to refine copper." Qin Baoshan said.

    Hearing his question, the middle-aged man immediately changed his face.  But the young man didn't have any scheming, and immediately said: "What's so difficult? Let's go outside" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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