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The blue brick walls, golden glazed tiles, the eaves and the little lions, the deep courtyards of rich families, rich clothes and food, and are full of luxury.

Business began to develop in the Song Dynasty. In the Yuan Dynasty, although the court did not regard the southern people as human beings, wealthy families still had a close relationship with the court.

You can see various tea, silk and porcelain shops in the street market, as well as many pharmacies, restaurants, tailor shops, and well-dressed ladies strolling on the streets.

And in the winding alleys, in the large courtyard, in every corner where no one is paying attention, there are ordinary people living in ragged clothes.

When Zhang Yang passed by, he observed everything around him very carefully.

As I walked, I suddenly saw a blacksmith shop selling farm tools.

Listening to the jingling iron sound inside, Zhang Yang was very curious. As the saying goes, after repeated tempering, all iron tools are knocked out one after another.

Zhang Yang walked in. He came from modern times and naturally knew the smelting process of steel, as well as the metal processing technology, stamping, and cutting, all of which were machine-made. In ancient times, this kind of iron-making method should be hot forging and relatively unfamiliar.

When I walked into the yard, I saw a small stove in the yard with flames rising above it, and next to it was a flashing bellows.

A strong man, shirtless, clamped the iron block with an iron clip in his left hand and swung the hammer with his right hand. Every time he stepped down, a spark of Mars splashed out.

The strong man smashed it a few times, and the red light gradually faded away. He put the iron block back on the stove and reheated it.

There was also a little boy, who might be the son of a strong man. He looked like that, only six or seven years old, wearing an ordinary sweatshirt. When he saw the iron blocks put into the fire, he started to pull the bellows and heat them up.

The strong man then knocked with a sledgehammer, gradually forming an arc shape, gradually seeing the shape clearly, which was a sickle for mowing grass.

"Brother, let's go, what's the best thing about ironwork?" Shi Xin said behind.

At this time, the man who was thundering also turned around and found Zhang Yang.

"May I ask, what's the point of doing?" said the man who was thundering.

"Let's see the scenery." Shi Xin said.

"I want to create something, but I don't know how much money it costs?" Zhang Yang asked.

"What to build? As long as it is not a weapon, it cannot be attacked here by swords and guns, otherwise the government will punish me." said the iron-smashing man.

If you don't let Qiu Yi take Qiu Yi's waist knife, you come here to get weapons again. People dare not beat you, Shi Xin thought with a little complaint.

"I want to punch an iron pipe in the shape of a bamboo tube. Can I punch it?" Zhang Yang asked.

"What?" Shi Xin and the iron man were a little surprised: "What did you do when you hit that?"

"Based iron pipes should not be considered weapons, right?" Zhang Yang said.

"Well, this doesn't count, but..."

"But what?" Zhang Yang asked.

"It's too troublesome to beat the iron pipe. You have to knock the iron block into thin iron sheets first and then roll it up. It's too troublesome. The wages..."

"How many?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I need two taels of silver." The man said, looking at Zhang Yang's face.

"So expensive?" Shixin said, "You are too cheating, right? You can give you at most 500 cents." Shixin has mastered the bargaining skills these days. You ask for a lot of prices, and I will pay it back.

"This is a tael of silver." Zhang Yang said, "I will give you half the deposit first, and I will pay the rest when I come to the latte tube."

The man from the iron smacked in surprise as Zhang Yang put the silver in his hands. It was not that he asked for a high price, but that the technology of the iron pipe was too difficult. His iron smacking skills were passed down from his ancestors. He could only make some farm tools and occasionally hit hatchets. He really couldn't make this iron pipe. He asked for a price all over the place just now, but he just wanted to drive the other party away.

After taking the silver, he bit it with his teeth. It was really silver. He reached out and put it in his chest. The man who missed the iron and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you a good match."

Anyway, I have already collected the deposit, so I'll give it a try.

"My iron pipe must be the same thin and thick, half an inch thick and three feet long. The joints must be connected. If it is done well, I will add half a tael of silver to you. If it is not done well, I will not want it. You will pay me back the deposit." Zhang Yangman said in an organized manner.

"Okay, don't worry, my skills are famous in Taizhou City."

"Then I'll come back in a few days." Zhang Yang said.

"Okay, go slowly." The iron-smashing man laughed and said.

After leaving the iron shop, Shi Xin complained: "Brother, why are you doing an iron pipe for spending two taels of silver?"

"Fun," Zhang Yang said without looking back.

Play? With these two taels of silver, how many kilograms of rice can we buy? Play with an iron pipe? You are in this mood! If he hadn't been his eldest brother, Shi Xin really wanted to scold him hard.

"Doway, dodge." Another shout came from behind.

Zhang Yang and Shi Xin immediately flashed to the side of the road.

Two rows of Yuan soldiers, holding their spears diagonally, ran forward.

One person behind rode a tall horse, obviously a small leader, and shouted from behind: "Hurry up, hurry up. Let the thieves run away, each with twenty military sticks."

The Yuan soldiers continued to run forward and surrounded a yard.

"Sir, the spy from the Red Turban Army is inside." A man dressed in a Han Dynasty ran out next to him, with a mouse-eyed and mouse-eyed smile on his face, and said to the horse-riding leader.

"Breaking open the door, going in, and grab the alive." The leader ordered.

The door was quickly knocked open, and a Yuan soldier rushed in shouting.

"Ah..." With a scream, the head was already rolling to the side.

It turned out that there was a big man hidden behind the door, wrapped in a red turban and waving a big knife.

"Today, Grandpa killed you Tartars and died without regrets." Ha." As he said that, he rushed out with a knife.

Look at the big man, although there was only one person, he was not afraid at all. The big sword was accompanied by the sound of the rushing wind and slashed at the two people near him.

"Ah..." Another Yuan soldier's shoulder was chopped off and rolled in pain on the ground.

The leader was furious immediately.

"Form a formation, form a formation, and surround him."

The Yuan soldiers on both sides raised their spears, and the spear tips with metallic luster were facing the big man in the middle.

The big man was at a disadvantage and just happened to kill two people. However, once the other party formed a formation, the spear was too long and he could not rush forward to the other party. The other party could easily stab himself to death with a spear.

When the leader saw that the rebel trapped the thief in the center, he took the bow and arrow from his waist, took three feather arrows, pulled out the long bow, and three whizzing sounds, the arrows flew over.

Mongolia is a horse nation, and its technique of bent bows and riding and shooting is unmatched. Now it is just shooting arrows still, and it is even more firing arrows.

The big man barely blocked a long arrow with a knife, and the other two shot into his body.

One shot into the arm.

With a bang, the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Another arrow shot onto his legs, and his thighs were bent down with no force.

The hand was still groping for the big knife that had just fallen, slowly reaching the handle of the knife.

Countless spear tips have already pointed to the throat.

"Who are you?" the leader asked coldly, looking at the prisoner in front of him.

"Your grandpa, I will not change my name or my surname. I am Qianhu, a subordinate of General Guo, Tang He." The great man's eyes were still bright and he looked at the leader of the Yuan soldiers in front of him without fear.

"No, he is not Tang He!" At this time, the man with mouse eyebrows and eyes next to him said.

"Dou Si, you traitor!" said the big man gritted his teeth.

"I said a long time ago, don't go against the court. If we serve the court together, even if you don't listen, I have to make this bad decision." He said shamelessly, "You have time to surrender now. I will plead for you from the prefect. You are also a man, so you have to see the situation clearly."

"Someone ran away from behind!" The shouts of Yuan soldiers came from afar.

"Ah!" "Ah!" Only two screams were heard.

The man had been cut in half, and the man had several holes in his spear.

It turned out that just now, taking advantage of the distraction of all the Yuan soldiers, the great man jumped up, used all his strength, and used his fierce attack before his death to slash the traitor in front of him in half.

The Yuan soldiers reacted and stabbed him to the ground with a spear.

After looking at the two corpses on the ground, the leader had no expression, "Go, chase me!"

Seeing the officers and soldiers leaving, the more courageous people around dared to come over. Looking at the red scarf on their heads, they knew it was the Red scarf army.

"It's the Red Turban Army again. The Red Turban Army has been making a big fuss recently."

"Yes, it's taxes and corvee, we can't survive. The Mongolians never regard us as human beings. It's better to join the Red Turban Army and at least have a full meal."

"Shhh, whisper." Another said, "You will be caught."

Between the crowd of people talking, Zhang Yang and Shi Xin withdrew.

"Brother." Shixin said.
Chapter completed!