"Is there anyone here the most famous blacksmith in the imperial capital?"

"Yes, this family is a century-old blacksmith shop that has been passed down from generation to generation. In addition to the Ministry of Works and the imperial founders, this family is the most famous in the capital."

The coachman explained to her with respect on his face:

"In the capital, all blacksmiths who open shops must register in the court. If the work they take on during the day involves weapons, they must also be registered for investigation by the court at any time.

After the imperial court inspected each year, they praised the things made in this blacksmith shop as the most practical and exquisite."

This is to facilitate the control of the country's weapons. Once an assassination occurs, you can find the reason from the source of the weapons.

However, Ming Yulong could also hear clearly that he was a blacksmith who opened a shop. If he could make iron, he would not have to open a shop to make money, and the country would still not know.

Therefore, the law can only play a supervisory role and cannot guarantee that there will be no accidents.

But it's already done a very good job to think of this.

"Well, I understand." Ming Yulong asked the coachman to wait for her outside and walked into the blacksmith shop. It was still early at this time and the construction here had not started yet, and there was no sound of ding-dong knocking.

After Ming Yulong walked in, he saw a middle-aged man walking towards her from the room, looking at her, and asking in a friendly manner:

"Is this girl going to create something?"

"Well, you should have a shop at this time, right?" Ming Yulong asked with a smile when he saw some breakfast on the table.

"It's open, I don't know what the girl is going to slap?"

The middle-aged man looked at her clothes and saw that her clothes were of great value, and his every move was the extraordinary charm of a lady from a wealthy family. He was probably not a girl's house from a small family.

Ming Yulong looked around and walked to the table and sat down.

"Of course I have to make things when I come here. Are you a blacksmith here?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, of course, yes. I don't know what the girl is going to beat, but can anyone come here with the drawings?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Yulong's eyes flashed, and he took out an egg pancake from the breakfast table without any haste, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"It smells so good. Did you make it yourself?" She took a bite and nodded constantly.

"It's so delicious. I haven't had breakfast yet. Don't you mind eating one?"

The middle-aged man's face looked a little ugly. He didn't seem to see any little girl sitting at home and eating the owner's things as soon as she arrived. He looked at Ming Yulong and said:

"Miss, what do you want to make? Now give it to me and I'll see if it can be made."

"Don't worry, you didn't have breakfast either. Use it together, and it won't be delicious if it's cold."

Ming Yulong smiled like a spring breeze blowing on the willows, and he didn't care about the middle-aged man's expression at all, and called him over,

"If you don't eat enough, how do you make things later?"

The middle-aged man looked at it again and again, after thinking for a while, he slowly walked over, sat opposite the table, looked at the things on the table, seemed to have no appetite, and took a steamed bun and put it in his mouth, and said again:

"Miss, our blacksmith shop has a great business. If you want to buy something, show it to me.

If not, I’m sorry I can’t keep entertaining here, and I’ll have to go to make a blacksmith!”
Chapter completed!