On the first day of the Lunar New Year in the third year of Baoqing, Changsun Hong took the dog to the road back to the city.

The shop has closed these days, and the craftsmen have all gone back to celebrate the New Year. There are not many people in the workshop, so they just need to cut the ingredients and make the pulp. Only Changsun Hong knows the recipe. Prepare more when there is no one, so as not to be spying on too many people.

Duan Wu, the guard guard, did not go home and stayed in the shop. He was a barbarian and had no deep understanding of the Spring Festival. It doesn’t matter whether he or she will go back or not. Xuzhou is far away and the transportation is inconvenient. You can also talk to him about the matter there.

Zhang reluctantly gave up, pulled his son and gave instructions, and then gave instructions. He washed all the clothes on Changsun Hong, wiped his tears and stuffed some cooked cakes he made in his luggage, filled the water hyacinth with clear water, and sent it far away from the village.

Of course, Changsun Hao should be more reserved, and he also blamed Zhang's mother-in-law.

"Erlang is all about to become an adult, why are you still doing this?" He said dissatisfied: "A good man is determined to be in all directions. When he goes to Beijing to take the exam, can you still be with him as a mother?"

Zhang did not dare to be stubborn, but just smiled forcibly and touched her son's face again and again. Her hands were covered with calluses, and she shaved her face and felt ache. However, Changsun Hong did not move and let her mother caress her.

Several people were slow and dragging along the way at the entrance of the village for a long time. Changsun Hao became impatient. After saying a few words, he took Zhang back. Zhang turned around one step and kept looking at Changsun Hong's distant figure.

Changsun Jin used the excuse of seeing off his nephew and walked a long way with him. When he reached a place where no one was around, he took out a cloth bag more than a foot long from behind.

In the gaze of Changsun Hong and Gouzi, his eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Open and take a look!"

Changsun Hong felt that it was probably a hard object inside, like a sword, which was wide and short, very unique.

He was excited and slowly untied the wrapped torn linen, and a square-headed and wide-blade knife appeared in front of him.

The knife is one foot and two inches long, the blade is about four inches wide, with a thick back and a thin blade, a square head and a short handle, and a sharp blade that can be seen. It is polished very sharply. The handle of the knife is made of wood and is wrapped around a circle of cloth. It feels very effective when you hold it on. If you wave it twice, you will be full of wind.

"Second uncle, is this... for me?" Changsun Hong was surprised.

"Of course, this is a hand knife. It was the knife I used when I was in the border army. I had not been slow for so many years. It was the top in the arsenal. I exchanged it for three Northern Barbarians." Changsun Jin proudly introduced, reached out and bounced the blade, and a dragon sound came up leisurely, buzzing and lasting for a long time.

"Hehe, the military weapons produced in the north and south workshops of the Song Dynasty were all waste products. They were cut off on the battle formation and killed people without paying their lives." Changsun Jin said again: "But this knife is an exception. It is something that the court rewards meritorious soldiers. It's not bad. Now your father and I are hiding in the mountain village, and this knife is useless. It's better to bring it to you and bring it with you. There is also a self-defense device on the way to and from north to south."

Changsun Hong didn't know how to fight, but he could also see that this was a good knife. The blackness in the blood groove of the blade over the years and a faint smell of blood is enough to prove its origin. This knife has seen blood.

"Thank you, Uncle II, but I have never learned the sword technique." Changsun Hong felt a little sorry and said, touching the blade.

"It's okay, my Changsun family's boxing and sword techniques are the same. The knife is the boxing. If you use the boxing method as a knife, you will naturally be able to swing the knife with the secret of boxing." Changsun Jin smiled and said, "It's all strong and fierce, fierce and powerful. It's about speed and strength. Once you understand it, you will know it when you practice it."

After a pause, he reminded: "But this is a saber, unlike ordinary Pub Knife, which is forbidden by the court. You can find a scabbard to avoid leaking it and only a lawsuit will be added."

"What the second uncle mean is that I can practice sword skills?" Changsun Hong's eyes rolled and he said happily.

"Of course, when walking outside, a knife is a must. What's the use of taking a stick without a knife? The world is not peaceful, and there are bandits everywhere in the mountains of horses and mountains. You are the owner of the paper shop. It's hard to avoid thieves thinking about it. It's easy to say in the city, but the wilderness outside the city is hard to say." Changsun Hong waved his hand to them and turned to say goodbye: "Reading is your father's hope. You should work hard, but don't pull down your martial arts practice. When I come back in a few days, I will consider you. If I'm lazy, I will suck your butt! I will stance for a day!"

He said it fiercely, but Changsun Hong knew that the second uncle was not such a ruthless person. He agreed with a smile, bowed and said goodbye, and walked towards the city with Gouzi.

Liu Dada, the two of them entered the city without getting dark. During the day of the first day of the New Year, the streets were very depressed, and there were not many people. All the shops on the street were covered with door panels. Everyone had to celebrate the festival. They watched the leisure of the past few days all year round. They could not make enough money and rest were necessary.

Sure enough, the door was closed in Ruifuxiang, and an old widower stayed inside. This man had no children and had nowhere to go. He worked in Ruifuxiang for many years. Ran Daqi felt sorry for him and asked him to live in the workshop. Except for him, no one else was there. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he either stayed at home or was playing tricks on the dock.

Changsun Hong couldn't rest, he had something to do.

I went to the county government first and prepared a gift for Wang Xuejin. The relationship was to be maintained. It happened that Wang Gui's team was also on duty, sitting in the class room complaining, and gave him some New Year's greetings. The man was so happy that he grinned and said while putting the money in his pocket: "The county magistrate is not here, I went out early in the morning and took people with a gift load. Maybe he went there to send New Year's greetings."

There was nothing to do if the person was not there. Changsun Hong left Rui Fuxiang's name to the sect, and asked Wang Gui to hand it over to Wang Xuejin, so he went back.

He walked alone on the street with boring fun, and the few passers-by hurriedly. Some people met and sang and congratulated each other, saying goodbye to the new year. He had no acquaintances, and he felt even more bored.

There is a small restaurant on the street, but it is rare to open the door and sell some tea, noodles and braised dishes. The store is very small and the decoration is worn. Most of the bosses are poor and make some money while others close their doors during the Chinese New Year.

It was dark, and Ruifuxiang was so dark that no one cooked. The widower ate simple. Changsun Hong didn't want to eat with him, so he walked in slowly, called a bowl of noodles, wrapped some braised dishes, and took them back to eat with the dog.

Sitting next to a thick greasy table, waiting, Changsun Hong was in a daze when he was doing nothing. His mother Zhang's hands were sometimes called, sometimes the quiet mountains of Lijia Village, and sometimes the imagination of the Mongolians' golden swords and iron horses. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What are Brother Lei thinking? What's the sigh?" A strong voice sounded in his ears. Although he could hear it was deliberately lowered, it was still as harsh as thunder.

Changsun Hong didn't react for the first time, and was stunned for a moment before he woke up: I seemed to be the only one in this shop except for the boss who was busy in the kitchen.

He turned to see that Lin Laosi's burly body, which was as tall as a king, suddenly filled his entire vision.
Chapter completed!