Zhao Muyun strode to the front, and Shi Yong followed behind, leading the horse.
The two of them walked one after the other to an alley next to the main road.
Following the sound of iron hammering, the smell of iron filings, charcoal, and sweat, along with gusts of hot air, hit me in the face.
Zhao Muyun asked Shi Yong to wait outside with the horse.
He took the three-edged spike from the package on his horse's back and walked into the blacksmith shop.
Two blacksmiths, one old and one young, were bare-chested and swinging their hammers, hitting a piece of red-hot iron on the anvil rhythmically.
As the two men hammered the red-hot iron back and forth, iron slag continued to peel off the surface, and the shape of the iron became square and regular.
Zhao Muyun stood quietly aside, not disturbing them, and waited quietly for them to finish this round of beating.
After a while, the older blacksmith used tongs to pick up the iron that had been hammered into long strips and put it into the furnace, then grabbed a dirty handkerchief to wipe his sweat.
The young blacksmith walked to the furnace and pulled the bellows.
huff huff!
The pale red flames in the furnace rose and danced like snakes, and the temperature in the blacksmith shop slowly rose.
Zhao Muyun noticed that the stove was not fueled by coal, but by coke.
Could it be that the Dayin Dynasty has not yet mined coal?
As Zhao Muyun was lost in thought, the elderly blacksmith who was wiping his sweat saw Zhao Muyun. Seeing that he was wearing officer's armor, he hurried forward to greet him:
"Sir, how can I help you?"
"Old man, I want you to make me a weapon!"
Zhao Muyun didn't waste any words and directly took out the triangular thorn and handed it over. "I wonder if you can do it?"
"Is there any weapon that I, Lu Zhizi, can't make?"
The old man named Lu Zhizi looked arrogant. After taking the three-edged thorn, he looked at it for a while and was stunned. "Sir, did you file it by hand?"
"Old man has good eyesight!"
Zhao Muyun said politely, obviously okay!
He spent three months grinding this out with an iron tool day and night.
The arc surface of the three blood grooves was very shallow, which was far from the shape Zhao Muyun wanted. It looked weird and like a cone.
But in Zhao Muyun's hands, it became a murderous weapon. He easily pierced the leather armor of the Tartars on his first try and sent three of them to see their grassland grandmother.
If it were to be made to be incomparable to the military triangular daggers of later generations, it would definitely kill with one strike.
"However, this is a crude work of mine. I found the old man and wanted to make it like this!"
Zhao Muyun looked around, picked up a piece of charcoal and started drawing on the wall.
After finishing the painting, I explained it in detail to the old man.
"The old man understands!"
Lu Zhizi stroked his white beard and nodded, "Don't worry, sir. Even if I can't make it exactly like what you want, it will at least be close to it!"
Zhao Muyun was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him: "Old man, I want to play ten!"
"Ten?"
Lu Zhizi frowned and said in embarrassment, "The captain has ordered that officers above the rank of sergeant can only fight one, and I don't have the materials to fight more than that!"
"Haha, just go ahead, old man!"
Zhao Muyun took out a ten-liang silver ingot and said, "This amount of silver should be enough for you to make ten swords!"
"Enough, enough! Enough!"
Lu Zhizi's eyes sparkled, "Aji, quickly serve tea to this gentleman!"
"No need for tea! Old man, you have to make it according to what I just said, and the quality must meet my requirements. As for this iron material..."
"Don't worry, sir. I'll select the best quality iron ore for you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
A chrysanthemum-like smile bloomed on Lu Zhizi's face.
He and his son were conscripted into the military town to repair broken weapons, and received a meager subsidy.
Zhao Muyun was generous and took out ten taels of silver at once.
However, it didn't cost much to strike down the ten triangular spikes, and the rest was just the hard work of Lu Zhizi and his son.
"Then leave it to the old man. I don't know how many days it will take to print it out!"
"Three days, three days is enough!"
"Then I'll come pick it up in three days."
"No, no, I asked my son to send it to you. I wonder which beacon tower the master is in?" It seemed that Lu Zhizi wanted to provide the best after-sales service.
"Yanqingdun Beacon Tower!"
It would be better if they could deliver it so that he wouldn't have to make another trip, so Zhao Muyun told them.
What!
Lu Zhizi's eyes widened immediately, and he asked excitedly, "Could it be that you are the Zhao warrior who beheaded the Tartar and reported it to the entire Zhechongfu? I am not very good at seeing, so please forgive me!"
"Shocked! Did the old man know this?"
Zhao Muyun couldn't help but be stunned.
But on second thought, Old Man Lu is in the blacksmith shop in the military town, and he comes into contact with officers of all levels in the military town. If he is not well-informed, who is?
"Zhao Yongshi should have been promoted to the sergeant of the Beacon Tower by now. Congratulations!"
"Lucky, lucky!"
......
After Zhao Muyun exchanged a few polite words with Lu Zhizi, he left the blacksmith shop.
There are also several shops and stalls in the town, which are opened by the people and merchants around the military town specifically to serve the soldiers.
Zhao Muyun took Shi Yong for a stroll in the military town and bought some daily necessities and meat.
Without hesitation, he bought half of the mutton from the stall. His generosity surprised the stall owner.
This was the first time the stall owner had seen someone engage in such retaliatory consumption.
When Shi Yong saw that Zhao Muyun bought so much meat, rice, flour and vegetables, his eyes suddenly turned green.
"Zhao...Boss Zhao, are you buying these to eat?"
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