Why did the ancients look at the sword with a lamp while drunk? It was very simple, but the technique was not up to standard. If you want to see the patterns on the sword clearly, come and take a lamp. I carefully took my palms.

But it won’t be needed in five hundred years. If you want to see the patterns clearly, pickle them! How beautiful the patterns should be? Not to mention Longquan and Yangjiang’s serious masters, it is very likely that the countryside [made by fellow villagers] can use pickle them.

Time is an extraordinary thing. It may turn something in ancient times into a legend, or it may turn something in ancient times into a mess.

Steel, like steel, was ruined. Although the Ming Dynasty's steel output was the world's largest at that time, Foshan, with an annual iron smelting of nearly 30 million kilograms, compared with the industrial era, it was not even considered a drizzle.

Kang Fei is a circle of cold weapons and full-armor fighting. He has seen many armors and swords. It is not uncommon forging this industry by himself. For example, Eunuch Cao, who participated in the competition with him, went from being interested in full-armor fighting to devote himself to studying how to smel the whole armor and restoring the armor in history... From creating the first helmet that was somewhat bumpy, to the later, the armor he created may not be much different from those in the international world. In the information age, this thing has little technical confidentiality. Isn’t it said that the oil seller is just familiar with it?

Technology like pickling is already similar to blending white wine. As long as you come into contact with this industry, there is nothing you don’t know about. But in ancient times, if you master this technology, you might have regarded it as the family secret technique of [transferring sons but not daughters], and it has been secretly disclosed since then.

King Goujian of Yue is so powerful, but he is imitated by Master Longquan and is full of all over the streets. This magical weapon is worth thousands of taels of silver, and hundreds of taels of silver, or even 998. If you have more than one hundred yuan, you can buy one for more than one hundred yuan.

Of course, [Wenyi Party] does not recognize this kind of sword. Your pattern is too simple and rough and has no aesthetic sense. What we want is the masters who are meticulously forged. It is best to be the masters of Fusang. They have the spirit of craftsmanship and want [Architect]. I take it in my hand, take it out and wipe it when I have nothing to do, and then look at the vague patterns on the blade. Damn it, it is so cultural...

Kang Fei is a [Martial Warrior Party], and is a sword, just for fucking. He cuts a safety helmet or something for no reason, and plays a [Snap]. As for the damage to the sword, isn’t this thing a consumable?

If this knife is seen by the cultural and cultural party, and with the affixes like "Grandpa of the Lord" and "Grandpa of Hongwu", I'm afraid I can't control it, my face will be flushed. Just like the Qing Chuan girl who heard words like "Fourth Prince" would definitely not control it, but if she changed to the Wu Jiao Party, it would be not worth seeing. The pattern is just like that, it is far from pickling. As for the iron, hum! I will sharpen a knife by myself with the steel plate of the car, and it will be much better than your iron sword. Do you believe it?

What? Do you think of historical value? We Wucai Party don’t know what historical value is. We only know that swords are consumables and are used to chop them...

These two factions look down on each other, probably equivalent to Chuanwu and Sanda! Why are they too anxious to fight each other? But what about heresy? Heretics should be more damn than pagans. What about them? I'll kill you first.

In a word, Kang Fei is not an amateur in swords, so he pulled out the iron sword handed over by the Zhang family Dalang and took a look, and was immediately disappointed.

When Zhang Dalang saw the disappointment in his eyes, he was immediately dissatisfied. My sword was passed down from his ancestors. Grandpa, the general in charge... Of course, even if he said that, Kang Fei would definitely not listen.

With dissatisfaction, Zhang Dalang couldn't help but mutter, "How many generations of your ancestors in Dai's family practice medicine, how could they know the beauty of my sword? My sword cuts copper and iron, and does not roll the edge of the knife, can't beat the hair, and kills people without blood..."

Kang Fei burst into laughter with a sniff. Zhang Dalang is so funny. After hearing too much Water Margin, do you think he is Yang Zhi? Cut copper and iron, five hundred years ago, no, five hundred years later, the kitchen knives sold at our doorstep can also be made, and the pedicure knives are all made of titanium alloy!

Zhang Dalang was dissatisfied with his smile, "Kang Fei, are you looking down on our Zhang family?"

"No, no." Kang Fei quickly shook his hand, "Brother Dalang said this. Ergouzi and I have been peeing and mud since we were young. How could we look down on the old Zhang family? I just think that Brother Dalang, you are much more powerful than the green-faced beast Yang Zhi when you shout."

Zhang Dalang blinked his eyes and thought for a while, and felt that Kang Fei was praising him. He immediately said, "The green-faced beast Yang Zhi is also a hero, but I, Zhang Dalang, are no worse than him..." He felt that he should be a member of the Tiangang Star in Water Margin.

"Yes, yes, but who doesn't know that Brother Dalang's spear kung fu is this..." Kang Fei said, comparing to the big thumb. This gesture is common to ancient and modern times. When Zhang Dalang heard this, he was immediately proud. Just as he was about to brag a few more words, Pan's wife next to him couldn't help but stretched out her feet under her skirt and stepped on his feet.

She gave her husband a blank look. Madam Pan looked at Kang Fei, and said with a smile on her face, "Little husband..."

Kang Fei quickly stopped her, "Sister-in-law, Ergouzi and I have been playing since we were young, and we have a relationship with the mud. Brother Dalang and my brother are no different..."

Pan herself was a woman with raised eyebrows, and immediately changed her words, "Since that's the case, uncle." As she said, Xiao Yingying took a dried fruit in her hand and handed it to Kang Fei himself, "If uncle doesn't dislike it, he will have a meal at home at noon..."

Zhang Dalang next to him couldn't help but mutter, "I'm afraid he can't get used to this food without food at home!" That's it, and he asked his brother to go to the street corner to buy a bowl of meat.

Kang Fei quickly took out two taels of silver and handed it to Ergouzi next to him, "How can I let Brother Dalang spend money? Speaking of which, Brother Dalang has not received any gifts. For this amount of silver, let Ergouzi buy some cooked food to eat. The rest will be made into a silver hairpin for his sister-in-law."

His behavior made Zhang Dalang stunned and thought to himself, why did this kid be so familiar with the world? Could it be that he was really enlightened by the immortal when he met an immortal?

Ergouzi, whose hands were stuffed with silver, pursed his lips and smiled, turned around and walked quickly.

I was also happy when I met Mrs. Pan. It was indeed a rich man. He could cost two taels of silver at one's own move. Seeing that my uncle was holding his hands, he probably had more than two taels of 20,300 and four cents, so he quickly fryed a bowl of tea himself. Looking at Kang Fei, who was sitting there talking casually with her husband, took out a sweat towel from his waist, wiped around the tea bowl, and then Yingying walked over and gave the tea to Kang Fei.

After a while, Ergouzi bought cooked food and borrowed a basket from the restaurant. It contained a bowl of stewed chicken. One bought duck, one fried fish, and one stewed pork. It was chicken, duck, fish and meat. He was carrying a small jar of sealed wine in his hand. At that time, Zhang Dalang sat in the main seat, Kang Fei sat in the guest seat, and Mrs. Pan pinched a sweat towel and made a horizontal move to accompany him, and Ergouzi sat down.

Kang Fei ate all the time. After listening to Zhang Dalang bragging, there was no way. Zhang Baihu only had this little hobby, and after drinking a cup of wine, he couldn't hold it anymore.

When later generations brag, they often think that they are underground ministers, and the local heroes tell the story of the Ming Dynasty in this era is the same.

"...If you want to say that in Yangzhou City, the one with the most powerful martial arts is definitely Li Chunsheng, the chief coach of the Zhang Shizhou family. He used to be the chief manager of the border army, and his two copper whips were not brave enough to be a tyrant..." Zhang Dalang began to comment on the heroes and heroes of Yangzhou City after drinking three glasses of wine.
Chapter completed!