Chapter 2393 Craftsmanship

"Dad, I bought the wine."

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Flowers fade and bloom.

The little thing who was born into the world is already capable of doing human work.

As the saying goes, little people are as big as devils.

This word was used on him, especially to set the scene. Look at that little face, flushed. You know he drank his father's wine secretly, but you don't know, you thought it was because the weather was too cold and he had something wrong with the cold.

"I thought your little brat was lost."

In the hay shed, the clanging sound of iron tools stopped.

The old blacksmith patted the ashes on his shoulder and sat in front of the stove.

Hey hey hey!

Little Zhaozi came over, he looked about three or two years old, his steps were staggering, and he made a milky sound.

Don't look at people as small, but are they smart?

No one stepped on him when he was on the street, which was very valuable.

"Well, that's enough."

Blacksmith Zhao took the wine bottle and weighed it casually.

Not only is there enough, but the weight is a bit larger than before.

Who gave him such a clever child? I secretly drank the wine and mixed it with some water.

Tiejiang Zhao was very pleased, glad that what the boy was drinking was not urine.

He had done this before, and his grandfather hung him up and gave him a good beating.

He is not a grandfather, but he is not willing to beat his children. It is cold, so he drinks to warm up.

"Work."

After half a bottle of wine, he picked up the hammer again.

He has never given up on the ancestral craftsmanship. Apart from being a little tired, there is nothing else.

However, when he saw his son, he became very motivated again.

Everyone will get old, but I hope I can raise my children to adulthood before I get old.

Mr. Zhao is also sensible. His father is working hard at forging iron, while he stands aside and watches seriously.

He is very smart, at least he learns things quickly.

It is rare to find a child who can do somersaults at the age of three or two.

And he is one of them. If he is not weak enough to hold the hammer, otherwise, he can do the technical work of blacksmithing with style.

"Next spring, I'll send you to a private school."

"In his year, he will come back with a top score."

"Our old Zhao family has never had anyone become an official."

Blacksmith Zhao panted while swinging the hammer.

"What is the number one scholar?" Zhao Yun raised his little head and asked curiously.

"That's the number one pick."

"Old blacksmith?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw someone pushing the door open and coming in.

He was a burly man with unkempt hair and unkempt beard. He was holding two rabbits in his hands, dripping with blood.

, still steaming.

Zhao Yun recognized it as Uncle Niu who was standing at the opposite door.

He is a hunter who deals with ferocious beasts all year round.

"I haven't seen you for a while." The old blacksmith smiled.

"In this damn weather, the wild animals don't go out. After a few months of guarding, they only guarded two rabbits, and the guy who was eating fell into the ditch." Uncle Niu cursed.

After scolding me, I felt it was inappropriate and I was afraid that I might frighten the child.

He changed his face in an instant and hugged little Zhao Yun amiably.

Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, the child will run away.

What the elders said is true. Anyone who drinks goat's milk since childhood is smart. Look at this little guy. He has big eyes and big bones, and he is clever at first glance. Unlike the two in his family, they just wallow in the mud.

“I’m getting older, and I’m still working so hard.”

"How can I support the whole family?"

Uncle Niu said as he placed the two hares on the table.

After he finished, he said with a smile on his face, "Bring me something!"

"You won't give me any money?"

"Put it against the rabbit."

"You are good at everything, but you are too picky about using any weapon."

"Old rule, the size of the machete should be the same as last time."

The two of them were talking and laughing, just chatting about everyday things.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, raised his little head again and looked at the sky.

It was dark again, and Grandma Yue came out again.

He likes to look at the moon, which is snow-white, beautiful and kind.

at night.

The aroma of meat filled the small courtyard, and Blacksmith Zhao stewed the rabbit.

Regardless of how it tastes, Zhao Yun's appetite is as good as ever. Even when he was in the world, he still ate a lot. After a bowl of broth, he could still eat two bowls of rice.

"Slow down, don't hold on."

Blacksmith Zhao drank a cup of wine and said with a smile on his face.

Being able to eat is a blessing, and the more he looks at his baby, the happier he becomes.

"Dad, I heard someone shouting again." Xiao Zhao Yun said in a sweet voice.

"What are you shouting for?" Blacksmith Zhao burped.

"temple."

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"real."

"Yes, you also inherited your grandfather's stubborn temper."

Blacksmith Zhao didn't pay attention at all and only focused on drinking.

explain

Grandpa Qi, he felt uneasy even while walking. There was no light in the ravine.

Zhao Yun muttered, sometimes scratching his little head and looking around.

He really heard it, especially in the dead of night, most clearly, and he wanted to cry.

A night of silence.

Then dawn.

Blacksmith Zhao got up early, went into the hay shed, and lit a fire on the stove.

By the time Zhao Yun got up, the clanging sound of iron could be heard in the backyard.

beat.

He also fights, but just to make soy sauce.

In the early morning, the streets of Wutong Town were still very lively.

At a glance, it was full of bustling figures and shouts.

"How lucky the old blacksmith is!"

"This kid is so chubby."

Everyone in the neighborhood basically recognizes him.

Whenever you meet Zhao Yun, there is indispensable discussion.

I don’t know which parents are so cruel that they just throw it away.

If the blacksmith hadn't been kind-hearted, he might have been picked up and eaten by wild beasts.

"Little guy, come here."

In front of the same restaurant, the same half-immortal named Ye greeted him from afar.

Zhao Yun was also well-behaved. He walked over with staggering steps, but his head was too short and was not as high as the fortune teller's table.

"Grandpa, you called me."

"Yeah." Ye Banxian said, then tugged on his sleeve with an inscrutable look, took Zhao Yun's little hand, and looked at it again and again.

Last time, I just gave this kid a fortune, and he didn't get out of bed for more than half a year.

Then you have to take a good look at your palm to see if it's because of bad luck in your life, or because of some bad character in the five elements.

Looking back, he didn't dare to think about it again.

There has been no business for more than half a year, and this is all that is left of the poor.

"Grandpa?" Zhao Yun waved his little hand.

"The bones are very good." After looking at it for a long time, Ye Banxian finished.

When it was over, he took the soy sauce bottle away.

Let me count with my fingers! This kid is here to make soy sauce.

He was familiar with this matter, and no, there was a restaurant behind him.

Of course, he didn't pay for it, and the money for soy sauce was also taken away by others.

He was not a magician, but he was quite good at cheating. He had a full pot of soy sauce, and most of the bottle was filled with water. As for the money Xiao Zhao Yun spent on soy sauce, he exchanged it for a meat bun and carried it in his arms?

"Take it and go home!"

"Thank you, grandpa."

Jiang is old and spicy, and has been cheated.

Xiao Zhao Yun also smiled very honestly.

Ye Banxian was also shameless and took out the buns only after watching the person walk away.

"Hey, I'm so ashamed of my ancestors!"

His sigh sounded a bit melancholy as if his talent had not been appreciated.

After all, there is a handicraft passed down from ancestors, but here, it is reduced to cheating the children so that they can barely fill their stomachs with soy sauce money.

Since that day, I haven't seen him out of the stall for several days.

Little Zhao Yun is ignorant, which does not mean that Blacksmith Zhao has a good temper.

The soy sauce money is a waste of money, how can we not destroy his stall?

It's night again.

Snow is falling.

The blacksmith, who had a busy day, curled up comfortably in his bed and slept soundly.

The baby was in his arms, held tightly, fearing that someone would steal it away.

It was precisely because of the strong embrace that when I turned over, I felt that my arms were empty.

Eh?

Where is the child?

Blacksmith Zhao sat up in shock from his dream, with a panicked and confused look on his face.

"Dad." A call came from the courtyard, with a hint of crying.

It's little Zhao Yun, who got stuck on the branch of a tree for some reason?

This time, I didn’t drink secretly, my buttocks were naked and red from the cold.

Squeak!

When Blacksmith Zhao pulled the door open and came out, he couldn't even take a step steadily when he saw this situation.

Did he not wake up? How did this child climb up the tree? Also, how did he climb up?

"You little brat, you stay up in the middle of the night and do whatever you want in the trees."

"I didn't crawl. I woke up here."

Ying Jie, the leader of the divine dynasty, has no merits and speaks the truth.

Who would climb a tree in the middle of the night? He is so small, he has to be able to climb up.

So the question is, why is this so.

Naturally, it was the fault of heaven's reincarnation that made his response to the disaster not so smooth.

To be precise, there is a slight flaw.

Apart from getting lost from time to time, there is nothing else.

Tiejiang Zhao didn't know this, and instinctively thought that the child was lively and would cause trouble in the middle of the night.

Ever since,

He specially made a small bell and hung it for Zhao Yun.

In this way, you can identify the location by listening to the voice, and save yourself from not being able to find anyone next time.

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In recent days, I have been distracted and have been out of shape. I would like to express my apologies for everyone's support and encouragement.

I'll do my best to adjust.