In the early Tang Dynasty, each post station was equipped with five to ten people, and the postmaster was the head of a postmaster, with the postmaster under the jurisdiction of the postmaster.

Therefore, if the postmaster leaves the postmaster, as long as he does not encounter special circumstances, it is generally not a major event. Of course, during the National War, it is possible to fly in when to report urgently. At that time, the postmaster needs to coordinate the entire postmaster, arrange postmasters to deliver letters or arrange horses to the postmasters.

This is the reason why the postmaster hesitated.

However, since the other party said that it was just a guide, it would not take a lot of time.

Several people on the Tanghe followed the official road north along the official road, a distance of three or four miles, and there were no less than ten paths on both sides. Fortunately, they pulled the official road, otherwise they would have to find a blacksmith, but they could only be haha!

After walking around the path for two or three miles, a small town appeared in front of several people.

It is said to be a small town, but it is actually a small market. After a rough count on the Tang River, there are only about twenty houses, most of which are thatched houses.

This gave Tang Silang a headache. Can such a high-end thing as Tie have a small market?

There are so many horses! Where have you seen more than a dozen horses in the small market?

The arrival of the six people made the residents of the small market very curious. While curious, they were still a little nervous in their eyes, and no one dared to come forward.

It must be a big shot! Who knows if there are any taboos for big shots?

Look, the postmaster is leading the way for the big guys!

"My husband, it's here. There is a blacksmith named Zhang, who is in the middle of the market. I went back first. It took too long to be afraid that it would be difficult to hand in the job."

The official secretary brought five people on Tanghe to the market entrance and made a request to scatter.

Tang Heshang did not answer, but waved his hand to let the Yicheng leave.

The shabby thatched house, shabby clothes, and a few naked seven or eight-year-old dolls. You know, it’s only the first day of the February lunar month, and the dolls are so cold that they are black and blue.

Walking slowly in the small market, this is the first time on the Tang River that the people of the Tang Dynasty are really poor.

These scenes formed a huge impact with the sages learned at home and Hongwenguan, just like a tide hitting Tang River's heart, which made him feel a little stunned for a moment.

"What are you looking for? We are here to find the blacksmith!"

The heartless Fang Lao Er gently pushed Tang He on.

Yes, the important thing is important. Tang Silang came to his senses, suppressed the compassion in his heart, and continued to move forward with his friends.

It was only a few steps away, and I arrived at the Blacksmith shop.

The shop is very simple, with a combination of exposed stoves and several iron hammers. It is completely different from the shops in Chang'an City, where no iron object is hung out.

The shop's business doesn't look very good, and the stove hasn't even set fire at this time.

This made Tang He even hesitate even more. Is there iron here?

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man. It seems that it is because of the ironwork that has been thrusting all year round. He is a little dark. He has sharp eyes, rubbed his hands and smiled and asked, "What items can you do, men?"

"yes!"

Tang Heshang nodded, glanced at the shop that didn't need to look at it and said, "You want to make some iron, do you have iron here?"

"Some, there are not too many. I don't know what Langjun wants to create and how much iron it will cost?"

The man's eyes lit up. The shop had not had business for a long time. If the other party wanted not much iron...

Tang Heshang estimated it and said, "Not much, I guess it's about thirty pounds."

"Some! Some! Some!"

The man hurriedly answered, afraid that he would miss the business.

"Um!"

Tang Laosi nodded and said to the man: "Find a piece of charcoal and a wooden board, and draw it. See if you can do it. If you can do it, just do it here!"

"Hey! My husband wait!"

The man focused his head and turned around and ran into the house.

When it comes to writing and ink, a man will definitely not be able to take out, but charcoal and wooden boards are not simple?

Tang Silang took these two things, squatted down and started writing and painting. After a while, a crescent-shaped thing appeared on the wooden board.

"Can you do it?"

"able!"

"Then do it!"

Tang Silang didn't ask about the price, it was a good thing to do, right?

The man in the blacksmith shop did not offer any price. Since the other party didn't ask about the price, he would just do it. Tang Ren Chongnuo, such a thing as running orders, basically won't happen.

Boil fire and burn charcoal, melt iron forging, and fist-sized iron blocks begin to deform under the combined action of charcoal fire and iron hammer. The speed is a bit slow!

Cheng Chubi suddenly thought of a friend who was a little dark like him. That guy's family skills were just a blacksmith. I wonder if his friend would be able to do it.

The tenacious iron ball finally turned into an iron bar the size of a little finger. Looking at the process in front of him, a knowledge point "iron ductility" suddenly popped up in Tang Laosi's mind.

The baby is so tired!

Tang Silang rolled his eyes. Since there was something inexplicable in his mind, a knowledge point emerged from time to time. Just like annotating the things he saw, are you upset? I am not a top student!

The iron bars were burned red, then cut off by chisels, and then... finally...!

Finally, a crescent-shaped thing appeared on the ground.

"Well, Shiro, what's the use of this thing?"

Li Dezhao finally asked his doubts, and he thought this thing must be useful. But Li Dezhao, who claimed to be a good skill, really didn't see the usefulness of this thing.

"Blacksmith, you can get a few nails on the picture first."

Tang Heshang smiled slightly and ordered one after another: "Li Zhen, bring the white horse here!"

Li Zhen nodded and turned to lead the horse.

After a few iron nails were made, Tang Silang ordered Cheng Chubi to knock down the horse.

Then he snatched the dagger in Li Zhen's arms and squatted to the side of the horse.

After wiping the crescent-shaped iron block on the injured hoof of the white horse, Tang Heshang picked up the horse's hooves in his shock and began to peel them with a dagger!

"Shiro stop!"

"Although this horse's hooves are a little damaged, they can still be used!"

"Monk, be careful of the horse kicking you!"

"Silang, you didn't mean to throw the horse. You don't need to cut his foot to vent your anger, right?"

"Oh, my husband, horses are so expensive!"

The shock, worry, and the blacksmith's regret.

"I'm so panicked, let you see a miracle!" Tang Heshang ignored everything, just turned his head and said with a smile, then continued to raise his sword and fall.

"hiss!"

The cuticle on the horse's hooves became thinner and thinner. Several people at the scene took a deep breath of air conditioning. The friends were afraid that Tang He would be kicked, and the blacksmith just felt it was a pity.

You don't want it, it's okay to give it to me!

Tang He didn't care about other people's expressions, and what happened next was even more thrilling!

At least, Cheng Chubi and the four men and blacksmith thought it was the case.

I saw that Mr. Tang He put the half-moon iron block on the ground on the horse's hooves, then picked up the iron nails, and the hammer began to nail them!

Damn it!

I still can't relieve my anger after cutting it, so do I need to nail it?

After glanced at the expressions of his friends, Tang Silang began to doubt whether his candidate was a bit hasty for the first time in the past few days.
Chapter completed!