After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 226 Planting a Knife

   After going back for dozens of feet, the team split up.

  The government office could not accommodate so many idlers. The housekeeper, Lao Mo, happened to take the family members of the support army to the designated posthouse to settle down. Of course, the more important thing was to send Mrs. Ying and others to the new home of the general manager of Xiazhou.

  According to He Chunhua's prior arrangement, He Yue followed to the government office, while He Lingchuan accompanied Mrs. Ying.

   About a quarter of an hour later, Mrs. Ying, mother and son finally arrived at the family's new residence.

  This place is fifteen feet away from the government office, so it is convenient for the chief executive to go to work nearby. The mansions of other officials are scattered around Qibu, and the magistrate of Dunyu County also lives nearby, and there are two or three rows of official buildings directly behind.

  Accompanied by his mother, He Lingchuan walked around inside and out. The servants began to carry luggage, organize housework, and sweep the courtyard, and the originally empty residence immediately became popular.

  The house has long been prepared by the state government, and it is fairly clean, and a few servants have been arranged to clean it. As soon as the butler Mo arrived, he gave the servants a generous reward and sent them away.

  The mistress of the house is only willing to use the manpower brought by her hometown, and of course she will slowly recruit people later.

  For Mrs. Ying, who had been looking forward to the whole journey, this official residence disappointed her greatly: not to mention the comparison with the Li family, even the silk merchant Hu’s residence that I passed before was twice as big as the manager’s residence. The furniture inside is relatively old, and I don’t know how old it is; although the walls and roof tiles have just been mended, the wind and rain corridors are still damaged, the bluestones in the yard are sinking or collapsing, and even the plants are stretched out and grown too much. presumptuous.

   Mrs. Ying has sharp eyes and even found a few wormholes in the table legs of the living room.

  This place is far below her expectation, and it is not as comfortable as the old house in Heishui City.

He Lingchuan saw that her face was getting darker and darker, and quickly comforted her: "Don't be angry, old lady. This place is too dilapidated, what should be thrown away, what should be repaired, what should be repaired, what should be changed, what should be bought, and what should be bought, my father can't say What, don't you happen to show off your talents? Is our family short of this little money?"

   Their house in Heishui City was also built by Mrs. Ying bit by bit.

Probably women are born with a love for decoration. Mrs. Ying thinks that after her husband comes back, she will be able to complain to him. In the next few months, she will be able to repair the house and tidy it up to her liking, and her mood will gradually improve. .

"Who are you talking about being old? Why is our family not short of money? Your father has just arrived in Xiazhou, and the expenses of entertainment and contacts are high, but the income of the new official is less. If you can save it, you should save it... Well, look at this garden. The ground has collapsed anyway, why not just dig a deep water cellar, where you can freeze some melons, fruits and wine in summer!"

  The water cellar is a pond, but it is very deep, at least one foot deep. No matter how hot it is in summer, the sun can't penetrate the bottom, so the bottom of the cellar is still cold and cold, which is just used to freeze food. In addition, it can store fresh water and be used as a fire hydrant.

  Ms. Ying said that after her husband was promoted, he lost money, which is also true. He Chunhua is the out-and-out king of the land in Qiansong County, the ones who get on the stage and those who don't see the light, earn a variety of income. Otherwise, just because the eldest son usually spends money like running water, how can the county guard afford that little salary?

  As for being promoted to the manager of Xiazhou, it's just that it's hard to reach out for newcomers. A veteran like He Chunhua will definitely figure out the various local ways first.

  Just like He Chunhua, not only is he not considered a corrupt official in the Great Yuan Dynasty, but he is a representative of the capable practical faction. At least he didn't dig the ground three feet to **** the blood of the common people. Mrs. Ying is very proud of this.

  She was also good to the eldest son this time. Before her husband came back, she assigned He Lingchuan a courtyard facing east.

  The residences of the two brothers are about the same size, which is also her own selfishness.

Mrs. Ying has been busy since then. He Lingchuan walked into his site and took a look. The yard is smaller than the residence in Heishui City, but it is enough for practicing martial arts. The row of peach trees by the wall has grown into old piles. There are peaches to eat without leaving home.

  There is a big jujube tree in the courtyard, only bald branches are left in winter. He Lingchuan was thinking about building a small tree house on it in a few days and using it for Yuan Lingguang.

  The rock wolf also followed in, sniffing left and right, unable to get rid of the habit of dogs. He Lingchuan kindly asked it: "Lu Xin, I'll build you a small wooden house in the yard too?"

   "Okay..." Lu Xin was about to agree, but immediately felt wrong, "No! Do you think I'm a dog and want me to sleep in a kennel?"

   Isn’t the wooden hut just like a kennel?

   Facing its growl, He Lingchuan shrugged his shoulders: "Then you sleep in the living room, squat down and go to the thatched building. You are not allowed in the courtyard! Also, you are not allowed to pee on the wall!"

   Lu Xin gritted his teeth, this is too embarrassing for the wolf.

  The facilities in the house are complete, but according to my wife's temper, everything needs to be thrown away or changed.

  The butler, Lao Mo, has sent someone to bring a charcoal basin, hot water and tea tray.

  Just as He Lingchuan made himself a cup of hot tea, the courtyard door rang.

   "Master, it's me."

   You can tell it's Li Fubo just by hearing the voice.

   "The door is not closed, go in by yourself."

  Li Fubo entered the room, He Lingchuan smiled and said: "Didn't you go to the government office to watch the excitement?" He really wanted to go.

   "No. Your lord has already gone, and told me to come over and do things for you first."

   "Working?" He Lingchuan didn't react for a moment.

   "Growing a knife."

  He Lingchuan slapped his head: "Even Marquis Songyang cares more than me!"

  This boss is really big-hearted. "The treasured knife has to stand still for half a month, and it cannot be moved during this period. Is it convenient here?"

   "That's it." He Lingchuan rubbed his hands, unable to hide his excitement, "Come, let me see the Songyang Mansion's knife-growing skills."

  Li Fubo first took out something and handed it to him: "This is repaired, please pass it on to your father."

  He Lingchuan saw that it was the walnut boat, officially called the mustard boat, which he used to throw Dong Rui's ghost ape last time and broke it.

   "It was fixed so quickly? You really deserve to be Master Li!" The compliment didn't cost any money, and he could just open his mouth.

  Li Fubo smiled: "Our Lord repaired this by himself."

  He Lingchuan let out a long "Oh": "I will definitely tell you."

  He thought to himself, the old lady will definitely get angry.

  Li Fubo took out a copper stove from the storage ring, threw it on the ground, and muttered a few tips.

  The palm-sized copper stove becomes as tall as a person.

  He Lingchuan is no stranger to the technology of Songyang Mansion.

   "My boss took a few steps back."

  He Lingchuan retreated as he said, Li Fubo patted the furnace body, and the lid was folded to all sides, and then a gust of powerful heat rushed towards his face. He Lingchuan was still a foot away from the stove, and he felt the heat wave. In such a spacious room, the temperature has risen by at least five degrees.

   You know, this is the effect of Li Fubo's efforts to control the furnace temperature, otherwise the real fire will sweep up, and the wooden bed and counter will be instantly ignited.

  The lid is folded open, and the furnace body becomes a platform, which is convenient for craftsmen to operate.

  He Lingchuan saw the gold mud at first sight.

  At this time, its color changed from red gold to black with dark gold, and there were a little green and light yellow in some corners, like a charcoal pile in the countryside, and it was patronized by cats, dogs and geese...it was not as beautiful as before.

But when Li Fubo controlled the firepower, the most intuitive change was that its volume more than doubled, and although it remained solid, one or two lava vesicles appeared on the surface from time to time, and the dark red liquid inside slowed down. Flowing, even revealing red light from the cracks in the mud shell.

   Simply put, this is like a piece of lava that keeps burning inside.

  He Lingchuan humbly asked: "How to operate? Where is the gold?"

   "The gold has been melted into the gold mud, and there are seven other raw materials." Li Fubo said seriously, "Two of them were specially explained by the Sir. As for the specific formula, please forgive me for not being able to explain clearly."

   "The gold has already melted?" He Lingchuan wondered, "I thought the essence of gold was the strongest in the world, and it wouldn't melt away if it didn't melt for ten and a half months, and then it would be struck by lightning."

   "True gold is not afraid of fire." Li Fubo smiled slightly, "Unless there is a catalyst."

   Then he took out two fist-sized pieces of gold and handed them to He Lingchuan: "This is the leftover material, please put it away."

  Don't look at the two so-called leftovers, which are several times more expensive than gold of the same volume.

  He Lingchuan received it and picked it up.

  From this, it can be seen that Li Fubo has a big heart. Before he smelted the gold, he didn't ask He Lingchuan to witness it with his own eyes. Mr. He did say that it would be good for him to control the whole process, but he didn't see Rong Jin in person, so who knows if Li Fubo took advantage of it and filled his own pockets?

   After all, the gold that He Lingchuan bought was so big, and it was smelted, and no one would know if he stole a dollar or two.

"You already know that I started to smelt gold from Ruxian County, and I couldn't stop forging in the dark fire in the middle. It took a lot of work to bring it to the carriage." Li Fubo pointed to the burning gold mud and said, "Gold is The most important material of the planting knife must be completely fused into the medium of gold mud before it can be absorbed by the precious knife. Now its temperature has dropped rapidly, so you can plant it.”

   "What kind of planting method?"

  Next, He Lingchuan took off the hand wrap on the handle of the knife, and cleaned the surface of the handle with the liquid delivered by Li Fubo.

  I don't know what it is, but after it was sprayed on it, there was a sizzling sound, green smoke rose, and the handle of the knife was corroded and riddled with holes, like a honeycomb.

  He Lingchuan felt distressed when he saw it, but Li Fubo said: "Bleeding, paint the handle of the knife all over."

   This step is called feeding the knife, and the master's blood must be used.

   It's easier to get blood from the heart, He Lingchuan took a small knife and pierced his ring finger, and the blood dripped on the handle of the knife, pouring into the small hole.

   "Applies evenly."

  He Lingchuan did the same, but soon discovered that the handle of the knife was like a sponge, and it sucked up all the blood.

  That kind of speed can only be described as hungrily.

  He simply cut a big **** on his arm and intensified the bloodletting.

   Broken Knife is not polite, he drinks as much as he wants, and doesn't mind squeezing him dry at all.

  Li Fubo also watched intently.

  He Lingchuan fed for a long time, feeling hairy, couldn't help but said: "Hey, is this normal?"

   "It's not normal." Li Fubo's answer made He Lingchuan's heart skip a beat. "Other treasured swords I've planted only use 20% of their HP at most. But it's all come to this point, you should be satisfied with it."

  It was the first time he saw such a bloodthirsty sword as a bloodthirsty master.

  (end of this chapter)