Hearing what Erluzi said, the person on the other end of the phone quickly explained: "Brother Lu, it's because of Meng Fei from your village! This morning, I went to the market to sell the snow fox we caught two days ago. When I went to sell it, I happened to run into Meng Fei. Meng Fei seemed to recognize me and came up to pick a fight. Later, the kids came to help, but they were all beaten down by him. Fortunately, I was smart and didn't do anything, otherwise we would have been wiped out!"
Hearing what the other party said, Erluzi was so angry that he threw his phone to the ground. With a "bang", the phone broke into pieces.
"Fuck! A bunch of rubbish! I told you to stay away from him, but you didn't listen! Ah! Meng Fei! You've ruined my plans time and again! You wait! I won't be a human being until I get my revenge!"
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At this time, Meng Fei was walking in front holding the little fox, while Qiu Bo was following behind carrying large and small bags.
"Hey, Gouzi! Can you help carry some? You're either buying beer or canned food, and there are two boxes of eight-treasure porridge... There's nothing light here..."
"I can't do anything about it. The little fox won't come down. Just hold on. We'll be at the parking lot soon."
After putting the things in the trunk, the two men and the fox drove towards the westernmost part of the town.
"Hey, Qiubo, do you know the old Qin family, the blacksmith at the west end of town?"
“I know, that old man Qin is a well-known figure in the town. When he was fighting against the Plaster Nation, he was the company commander of the militia company!
It is said that when the Japanese invaded the town, the old man led a group of militiamen and killed dozens of them with his own machete. In the end, everyone gave him a nickname, "Ghost-Seeing Sorrow"
Meng Fei was stunned after hearing this. He really didn't expect that this old man had such a history. It seemed that he was also a tough guy!
"Is he still a blacksmith now? I have a knife and I want him to reforge it for me."
"I heard that he quit several years ago. After all, he is old, in his eighties, and his sons are all away, unwilling to take over this mess, so he simply closed the stove and enjoyed a peaceful life." Qiubo responded, but then thought of something and asked quickly:
"Hmm? What kind of knife? Just go to the hardware store and buy one. It's a different era now, why are they still casting knives?"
Meng Fei smiled and pointed to the trunk. "It's in the back, take a look for yourself."
Qiu Bo stuck his head into the trunk with a look of disdain and picked up the saber that was tightly wrapped in floral cloth.
"You wrapped the knife quite tightly, what a treasure... Shit!!! This! This! This!" When he unwrapped the last layer of canvas and saw the saber inside, Qiubo uttered three "this" words in a row and was so shocked that he couldn't even utter the following words.
"Isn't this the Second Master's saber? How did you get it here? Tell me the truth, did you steal it? Second Master treats it like a treasure!"
"Don't worry, this is a gift from Second Master. There has been some unrest in the mountains recently, and Second Master wanted me to use it for self-defense. But this knife is too long, and it's not very convenient to carry it up the mountain. So I asked Master Qin to help me recast it and make it shorter."
"Awesome! You and the Second Master are so close. My legs are shaking when I see him now... Alas, the shadow of my childhood is lingering!"
The two chatted all the way, and soon they arrived in front of a detached bungalow. From the outside, the yard was very large, with three large tiled houses arranged side by side. At the gate of the yard was a long pole with a sign on it with a big "Iron" written on it.
But due to the erosion of time, the entire flag has turned white and looks a little weathered.
Meng Fei locked the little fox in the car, leaving a gap in the car window, and told it to stay in the car obediently. Then he came to the gate with a knife and Qiubo.
There are two door gods pasted on the black gate, which are different from those in ordinary people's homes. Ordinary people have two door gods, one civil and one martial, but here there are two martial door gods, and their faces are all facing outwards, with angry expressions, which makes people feel scared when they see them.
"Dog........Why does this place look so scary to me?"
Meng Fei patted Qiubo's shoulder, signaling him to stay calm, and then gently knocked on the door.
“Dongdongdong~~”
After knocking once, no one in the yard responded, so Meng Fei used a little more strength.
This time there was a response from within the courtyard, an old man's voice was heard.
"Here I come, wait a minute."
Not long after, the door was opened and a thin man in a gray Zhongshan suit walked out. Although the clothes were a bit old, they were clean and tidy. He was short, only as tall as Meng Fei's shoulders, but gave people a very capable feeling.
The old man's steps were slow but steady. He held a cane in his hand but rarely used it, only tapping the ground lightly when necessary.
"Huh? Two guys, did you come to the wrong place? I don't seem to know you."
Before Meng Fei could speak, Qiu Bo took the lead and said, "Master, we are looking for you to forge swords."
When the old man heard that he wanted to forge a sword, his face looked a little unhappy, and he said coldly: "I have closed this blacksmith shop for a long time, you can find someone else."
After saying this, the old man turned around and was about to close the door and send the guest away.
Seeing this, Meng Fei quickly stretched out his hand to block the door and said, "Uncle! Please don't do that. No one else can forge my sword. You are the only one in this village who can forge it!"
Hearing this, the old man's originally resolute eyes suddenly became a little suspicious. He glanced at the cloth package in Meng Fei's hand and chuckled: "Looking at the length, it should be a long sword. The defective goods you bought are probably not worth reforging. I guess the blade will be bent even when chopping wood. Go away, go away quickly, don't disturb the old man's peace."
"Uncle! This is not a defective product, please open your eyes." As he said that, Meng Fei untied the floral cloth one by one, revealing a sword shining with a cold light inside.
The moment he saw the saber, the old man's face instantly turned gloomy, his brows were tightly furrowed, forming two deep grooves, and sparks of anger flashed in his eyes, as if fire was about to spit out at any time.
His breathing became rapid and heavy, his voice became hoarse, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Where did you get this knife!!!"
As he spoke, the old man picked up the large shovel beside the door and put it directly to Meng Fei's throat.
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