The Xiao family was born as a general, and the family was governed by military laws. If they made a mistake, they would be hit with a big stick. Whether it was the eldest brother Xiao Ding or Xiao Cheng himself, they had been punished by the family law since childhood.

However, the eldest brother made a mistake while practicing martial arts, while I just didn't pay attention to my studies.

Seeing Xiao Cheng walking out with a basket of books, his companion Li Xin led the horse and came up to him with a frown on his face.

Xiao Cheng came out late, but Li Xin knew from the gloating words of those who came out earlier that his young master was in trouble today.

"Erlang, are you okay?" Li Xin asked in a low voice after taking the book basket from Xiao Cheng's hand.

Xiao Cheng smiled: "It's okay, your young master, I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned. The old man's big stick didn't even let me beg for mercy. What can Master Cen's little ruler do to me?"

Bandang quietly rolled his eyes, seeing how heroic he was in saying this, wasn't it the same person in front of him who was beaten down by the master and howling like a ghost?

"Erlang, we should use the carriage." Li Xin, who was leading the horse on the road and was already sweating before walking very far, pouted and said, "Isn't there nothing at home? Put a basin of ice, it will be cool.

It's so comfortable! Look at those families, who doesn't ride a carriage? Our Xiao family is no worse than them?"

"You want to ride in the carriage, right?" Xiao Cheng cursed with a smile, raised his hat, squinted his eyes and glanced at the blazing sun, and immediately lowered his head. He himself was sweating profusely! "I

I like riding horses but don't like riding in cars. It's nice to sweat all over. It's a pity that I can't make the old man shine. This horse has no temper at all and it's boring."

Li Xin stuck out his tongue, and the glint in Xiao Cheng's mouth was the lifeblood of the family's eldest son, Xiao Yu, and no one dared to cheat on him.

Although Xiao Yu changed his job and became a civil servant, the love of BMWs and swords was ingrained in his bones as a man from a family of generals. He really collected a lot of good horses in the horse gallery at home.

This is well-known in the capital circle.

Dalang Xiao Ding was stationed in northern Xinjiang and could often get good horses.

"I'll go take a look at the shop!" At the intersection, Xiao Cheng turned the horse's head and said to Li Xin. "You go back first."

Li Xin was startled and said: "Erlang, it's better to go back early today, so as not to make the elder even more angry, right?"

Erlang made a mistake in school and was punished. If he went back earlier to plead guilty, he might get a few fewer punishments. If he still wandered outside, he would probably have to go back to get a higher penalty. But his young master was punished, and someone like him would be punished.

As a companion, of course, I will also be involved and suffer the consequences.

"Don't worry, even though Master Cen has punished me, the old master likes me in his heart and won't complain. It's rare that I take a break from school early to do some personal things. When you go back, tell me that I'm with my classmates

I went to discuss the scriptures and meanings, so I will definitely have to go back later today."

Li Xin looked troubled.

"What are you afraid of? Those few are preparing to go to the Jiaofang Division. They will definitely say the same thing when they go back. Everyone is on the same page and will not reveal their secrets." Xiao Cheng picked up the whip and tapped Li Xin, "Let's

You go back and take a nap, okay?"

As a little companion and servant, what else can I do to my little master's orders other than to give him a few words of advice? The man in front of me has always had an idea and will never change his mind just because of other people's persuasion.

idea.

Li Xin reluctantly carried the book basket and walked alone to where the Xiao Mansion was.

Half an hour later, Xiao Cheng stood outside the gate of Tiangong Iron Art Workshop, looked up at the golden bronze characters, and smiled proudly.

I am afraid that not many people know that the real owner behind Tiangong Iron Art Workshop, which has become famous in the capital in the past few years, is Xiao Cheng.

As the name suggests, Tiangong Iron Art Workshop sells all things made of iron.

The biggest feature of the things in Tiangong Iron Art Workshop is that they are expensive.

It is expensive, but it can still gain a foothold in the capital city where the best technicians in the world are concentrated, and build a world. Naturally, it has its own way of survival.

The common household items sold here, such as kitchen knives, cleavers, boning knives, axes, hatchets, and sickles are most praised for their sharpness. It is not said that cutting iron is like clay, but cutting meat, bones, and firewood is indeed very sharp.

It's extremely easy. Compared with the products in ordinary blacksmith shops, it's not just a little bit better, but much better. It can be used for a year and a half without the need to re-sharpen the blade.

Therefore, although Tiangong is expensive, people who use it will actually save a lot of money over the years compared to buying ordinary products.

In addition to these popular products, Tiangong also sells countless exquisite products. Moreover, Tiangong's masters are good at design and are ingenious. An ordinary pair of scissors can turn flowers into flowers in their hands, and they can actually design more than a dozen designs.

They come in different uses and styles. Some are for ordinary people, and some are extravagantly inlaid with gold and silver and are used by wealthy families.

In just a few years, Tiangong Iron Art has opened several branches in the capital, and its tentacles have extended to surrounding prefectures and counties. It is not just making money every day, but it is easy to earn tens of thousands of dollars a year.

loose.

Such a golden rooster will naturally become the object of everyone's covetousness. If it did not have a solid backing, it would have been swallowed up to the point where no bones and dregs are left. Tiangong can survive and thrive, so naturally it has its backing.

And the backstage of Tiangong is none other than the Xiao family, which is now at its peak.

Tiangong's old boss, Han Zheng, was Xiao Ding's old subordinate. In the past, when Xiao Ding was still leading the army, Han Zheng was a blacksmith under him. Later, when he got older, he quit the army and opened a blacksmith shop.

Shop. His son Han Zhong inherited his father's business and was also a blacksmith.

After the day job gradually expanded, Han Zheng immediately approached Xiao Yu, the current head of the Xiao family. With his past friendship and 30% of his shares, he easily obtained the protection of the Xiao family.

From Xiao Yu's point of view, being able to earn more than 3,000 yuan from Tiangong Iron Art Workshop every year is really a cost-effective business. Not only does it take care of his father's old subordinates, it also restores old friendships, and it is also a small benefit to the family.

, which is something that is beneficial but not costly.

But bsp; But what Xiao Yu never expected was that the real controller behind Tiangong was his youngest son, who he regarded as the Xiao family's second take-off, the real leap from general to scholar-bureaucrat class, thus creating a better future for the Xiao family.

Xiao Cheng, the reading seed who became a real aristocratic family.

The Tiangong Iron Art Workshop was able to soar into the sky, and it was able to find Mr. Xiao in time to become its protector. All operations and planning came from his youngest son Xiao Cheng.

Speaking of which, Han Zheng, the nominal owner of Tiangong, actually only holds 10% of the shares in Tiangong.

Standing at the door of Tiangong Iron Art Workshop, the sharp-eyed shopkeeper immediately came up to him. Although the shopkeeper did not know the twists and turns of the relationship, it did not prevent him from knowing that the Xiao family is the patron saint of Tiangong and is the god of Tiangong.

The guarantee that workers can stand firm in the capital.

Unlike the rest of the Xiao family who basically never come to Tiangong Shop, this Erlangjun often comes here to play.

"Master Xiao, are you here?" The shopkeeper nodded and bowed to greet him.

Xiao Cheng nodded, "Well, you are busy with your business. I will go to the back to find Han Dong's house. Take good care of the horses outside."

"Please do it, please do it." The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, took the horse's rein from Xiao Cheng's hand, watched Xiao Cheng walk inside in a familiar manner, and repeatedly greeted the waiters in the shop to come out and take care of him.

Horses, based on his experience, once this young master comes, he will definitely stay there for a long time.

Everyone knows that Erlang of the Xiao family is a scholar, and they don’t know why he is so interested in Tiangong iron art. Or maybe this is something that is deeply rooted in the Xiao family. Is it hereditary? Even if he is dedicated

I went to study, and I still have my own feelings about these things.

Tiangong Iron Art Workshop occupies a large area. In front is a facade room about 20 steps long, and once inside, there are several production workshops lined up.

If the weather outside is very hot, then inside, it is like a stove. The huge work shed is supported by pillars, and the walls are only half-built. Seven or eight stoves are driven by the bellows.

With blazing blue flames, pieces of fine iron bars were being burned until they were red inside and then placed on the iron felt. Dozens of big men with bare arms and only a pair of shorts were swinging large and small hammers in their hands.

, clanging and banging.

The sledgehammer bangs.

The little hammer jingles.

It seemed chaotic, but it was like a beautiful metallic symphony reverberating in Xiao Cheng's ears.

Seeing the fluffy sparks flying around and landing on the bronzed skin of the men, but these men were unconscious, Xiao Cheng couldn't help but nodded repeatedly.

"Master!" A big man with also bare arms saw Xiao Cheng, and handed the small hammer in his hand to the person next to him in surprise. He ran to Xiao Cheng's side in a few steps, wiped the black sweat on his face, and bowed

He went to say hello to Xiao Cheng. "Are you free to come here today?"

"That's all!" Xiao Cheng waved his hand and glanced at the sharp-edged muscles on this man's body with some envy. This guy is already forty years old and is still so strong. It's really enviable. At this age, he can still have such strength.

Such a body of muscles would be perfect. "Uncle Han, why didn't you see the hammer?"

"Tie Hammer is following his grandfather." Han Zhong smiled and said, "I'll take Erlang in here."

"You go about your business. I'll go find him myself. It's not like I don't know the way!" Xiao Cheng walked back with a smile. After walking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "Uncle Han, with your current wealth,

There’s no need to go through all this trouble, right? Just give me some guidance.”

Han Zhong chuckled and said: "Erlang, Han Zhong is a cheap person. He has been working hard all his life. If he doesn't swing a hammer for two days, he will feel weak all over his body. As long as he swings a small hammer, his whole body will feel better again."

Xiao Cheng laughed loudly, "That's enough, you still need to learn more other things now, otherwise the plate will get bigger and bigger in the future, and you won't be able to steer the steering wheel. The old man is getting older, and you can't let him keep doing it."

Is it hard?"

"Yes, Erlang, Han Zhong has written it down." Han Zhong bowed.

Xiao Cheng nodded and walked inside.

Although the Erlangjun in front of me is not very old, Tiangong Iron Art can be what it is today, and the Han family is now considered to have a small fortune, but it all depends on this little official. I heard that the little official will be a sure winner in next year's imperial examination.
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