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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 110: Liu, the famous ironsmith in a village

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    "Unlucky" Zi Baifeng rubbed his nose. Unexpectedly, he met a person with poor eyesight and didn't realize that he was actually an expert. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Desire to meet an immortal? Grandma and I almost killed a dozen of the immortals, how can I meet him!  Are you gay?  "Why are you laughing? Let's go!" Seeing that Yan Laowu was still laughing, Zibai didn't get angry. He originally planned to discuss the price with these guys, but now he didn't plan to do anything.  Okay, let¡¯s go home.  Seeing Zi Baifeng leave, other villagers quickly followed. Yan Dafu's son was pulling the cart. Now he threw the cart to his father and stepped forward. He wanted to help Zi Baifeng lead the donkey. Look at his eyes.  Shining's look seemed to be extremely curious and envious of Zi Baifeng.  Who knew that Texue still looked down upon this boy, but when he saw his hand reaching out and opening his mouth to bite, he quickly retracted his hand, and then Texue held his head high and walked away screaming.  As soon as he went out, Zi Baifeng saw several villagers hiding in the corner, looking timidly.  "They are from Daoliu Village." Yan Laowu said to Zi Baifeng when he saw the villagers.  Daoliu Village is Erhei¡¯s village. It is also the village where Liu Ziyan was the village leader. It is also a village under Zi Baifeng at this time.  "There are still a few people who worship the temple." Yan Dafu's son also said excitedly. He was very nervous to be able to talk to Zi Baifeng.  "I remember that people in Zhu Temple don't pick jade, right?" Zi Baifeng lowered his voice and asked.  Daoliu Village does jade mining, but it is not the main business. There is an iron mine in Daoliu Village. There are many blacksmiths there, and they once produced a famous sword, so the name of Daoliu Village came from it.  But when they came back, the iron ore was depleted like the jade, and their life was extremely difficult. It was the most difficult among these villages.  But Zhu Temple doesn't do much jade mining. You can tell from the name of the village. Zhu means wizard. They have a wizard temple there. It is said that there were immortals in our ancestors, and many of them are talked about by the descendants.  After people go out, they carry a long flag, tell people's fortunes and read feng shui, which is regarded as inheriting the family business of their ancestors.  There are also a few people in Xiayan Village now, who are considered to be the generals under the command of the blind mother-in-law.  "It's probably the jade that our ancestors found along the way when they went hunting in the mountains." Jade hunting can also be regarded as a technical job, and the Yan family's jade hunting is one of the unique skills. Part of the reason is the "Jade Scripture" left by their ancestors, and the other part is because of it.  They are naturally good at hunting for jade, and they have a bloodline advantage.  Other villages are slightly worse, but if they have been searching for jade for generations, they have also accumulated a lot of experience and lessons.  But that doesn¡¯t mean that other people don¡¯t have the chance to find jade. Living in Niaoshu Mountain, it¡¯s not strange to pick up a few here and there. This has happened in previous years.  They don¡¯t make a living by looking for jade, and they don¡¯t have any special feelings for jade. They just regard it as jelly-colored silver, and there is no psychological burden on selling jade.  These days, most of the people who come to jade merchants to sell jade are like this.  "It seems that the old Liu family is starving." Yan Laowu sighed. Once there is a famine, people of all sizes in the temple will disperse and wander the streets, half begging and half divination, which can be regarded as a kind of livelihood.  However, more than half of the people in Daoliu Village are blacksmiths, and a small half are jade workers. These two pillars have become useless recently. In the past, Daoliu Village was a wealthier village than the Yan family.  "If they want to sell, just go ahead and sell" Zi Baifeng can't control much of them. Almost no one from Daoliu Village comes to Xiayan Village and sticks to their own village. Zi Baifeng doesn't really want to control them.  But there was one thing that Baifeng had to take into account, that was Erhei's family was in Daoliu Village.  Before Zi Baifeng left for Mengcheng, his father and Erhei also went to Daoliu Village, and they planned to pick up Erhei's mother.  Back then, Erhei had an older brother, but he died in an accident when he was ten years old.  Erhei's father also passed away some time ago due to sadness and overwork, leaving only an old woman at home, who asked the neighbors to take care of him.  At that time, Daoliu Village had not yet reached the point of not having enough food to eat. When Zijian took Erhei away, he also left some money for Erhei's mother.  But the times were so bad now that it was impossible to protect her from being bullied as a woman at home. Zijian had long planned to take her over and live in his original yard.  Erhei was reluctant to spend the pocket money that Zijian gave to Erhei, so he quietly saved it.  On weekdays, Erhei went to repair the millstone, and Zi Baifeng also calculated his wages. In addition, he went to the mountains to look for jade and found a few pieces of jade. Erhei couldn't sit still. This day, he hesitated and told his father that he wanted to  Send me some food.  Zijian liked the child's filial piety. As soon as he figured it out, he decided to let Zi Baifeng give them a ride on the way, and then pick them back up when they returned.  Now, the journey of dozens of miles is really nothing to Zi Baifeng. It¡¯s just a matter of stepping on the accelerator. ???????????????????????????He sent Yan Laowu back to Yan Village and left Yan Laowu to supervise them to put the jade back. The others ran back directly. Not everyone can sit on Zi Baifeng's boat.  Then Zi Baifeng turned around and headed straight for Daoliu Village.  Daoliu Village is at the very edge of Zibaifeng¡¯s territory, far away from Mengcheng, but the waterway is very smooth. It is said that Daoliu Village used this place to transport iron ore and ironware in previous years.  Like other villages, Daoliu Village is also on a hillside. Looking from a distance, there are still some mines and tunnels on the hillside. There are many stoves at both ends of the stream. On one side are large urn-like containers, on the other side are  The bellows, which is as tall as one person, is used for iron smelting in Daoliu Village.  Next to the stove, there are often anvils and hammers, but now they are all rusty, and the bellows are almost rotten.  Erhei and his family are actually not doing their job properly. These bellows and some wooden facilities in the tunnel were all made by his ancestors, and his father was also good at making bellows.  Next to the waterway, there was a pier, which was also abandoned at this time. Zi Baifeng waited beside the pier for a while, but did not see his father coming, so he was a little confused.  They clearly made an appointment and were waiting here around this time. Why is there no one there?  It¡¯s not like something happened.  Zi Baifeng hesitated for a moment, patted the two koi, gave some instructions, then jumped off the boat and walked towards the village.  Texue jumped out of the boat and wandered in the grass for a moment, and saw a long-faced young man in black walking closely behind Zi Baifeng.  This is not the first time that Zi Baifeng has come to Daoliu Village. Daoliu Village was built on the mountain, seemingly to prevent fires. There is very little vegetation in the village, and the houses are built with stones. There is an iron-making furnace at the door of every house.  , but at this time grass is almost growing on these stoves.  As soon as I entered Daoliu Village, I heard a loud noise, including the voices of Zijian and Erhei.  Zi Baifeng felt relieved when he heard that although their voices were loud, they were not very anxious.  As we walked along, we saw an empty space in the center of the village filled with people.  A middle-aged man with gray hair stood in the crowd. This man was known to Zi Bai Feng. Liu Dadao, the clan elder of Daoliu Village, was talking loudly and very excited. Standing next to him was Zi Bai.  Feng Tongke is a scholar, and Liu Ziyan is the village leader of Daoliu Village.  Liu Ziyan was actually born in Daoliu Village. People in Daoliu Village have mined and smelted iron for generations, and all of them have thick frames. No wonder Liu Ziyan is so tall and big. She doesn¡¯t look like a scholar. She was originally a blacksmith.  There was a lot of noise in the empty field. There were probably more than 200 people. The elderly and children were crowded around. Zi Baifeng and others were crowded in the back. Only a few children saw it and didn't pay much attention.  "Dear fellow villagers, I know what you are worried about, but we in Daoliu Village have been blacksmithing for generations. Apart from blacksmithing, we don't have any skills that we can use Anyway, there is no food in the village now, so these ironware are kept.  It¡¯s useless. It¡¯s better to melt it and make some weapons. I heard that the south is currently in war. If you can sell it to the south, you might be able to get a good price" Zi Baifeng¡¯s eyes widened, and then he noticed the crowd.  The people inside were all carrying iron pots, shovels, shovels and the like. At first glance, they thought they were going to fight in a group. Zijian, Erhei and Erhei Niang were also in the crowd, carrying an iron household item and chiming in from time to time.  Or object.  And in the middle of the empty field, there are already some iron pots and basins piled up.  There are much more iron tools in Daoliu Village than in other places. Who would be willing to use iron for anything other than hunting knives in other places?  ¡°Is this a waste of money to make steel?  Zi Baifeng¡¯s eyes widened and he looked at the middle-aged man shouting loudly in the middle. This guy really has an idea!  " Smashing a pot to make steel seems very unreliable at first glance. Everyone knows the reason. Back then, there were even people who boiled iron in a pot with water, thinking that after boiling it for a hundred days, the iron would be boiled into molten iron.  But what era was that?  Western countries have started watching TV.  Homemade steelmaking is two thousand years behind.  But what era is this?  Who are these people?  Each of them is an expert in iron-making, and the added value of weapons has always been very high. They melted down the unused household items, smelted them into steel, forged them into weapons and sold them to the war-torn south. This was making war fortune!  As we all know, war profits are huge profits - provided that the money can be obtained alive.  This guy is such a talent!  No wonder dad is here to join in the fun, I guess he also thinks this is reliable.  Zi Baifeng and Taxue squeezed to the father's side. When the father saw that Zi Baifeng was here, he introduced Erheiniang, then raised his finger and pointed at Liu Dadao who was talking, and said, "I think it's quite interesting."  "It makes sense, what do you think?" "It makes sense, but it's too difficult to operate."He frowned, Dahe came from the south, and Baifeng understood the general situation, but it was seven or eight hundred miles from here to the war-torn areas in the south, and in a war-torn place, how could he find a buyer?  Home, how to sell things, how to get money, and how to come back safely are all problems.  "It's better than starving to death, isn't it?" Zijian sighed. The two fathers and sons had also discussed the issue of Daoliu Village. They felt that the people in Daoliu Village had not changed their diet since ancient times, and they would rather starve to death than go to Xiayan Village.  While eating relief food, who would have known that they were also actively helping themselves.  Seeing this, Zi Baifeng felt that it was not as difficult to be a village official as he had imagined. These three thousand villagers were not three thousand chickens. They only knew how to eat with their mouths open and did not know how to find food. They were also human beings.  Every one of them is fine.
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