I saw a strong man wearing a thin sweatshirt, forging steel, and striving for strength. In this cold winter, the weather was quite spectacular.

"Brother Han!" The man saw Han Qinhu and quickly smiled innocently.

Han Qinhu greeted and asked, "Where is your father?"

"It's in the shop." The man responded.

Yang Shuang followed Han Qinhu into the shop.

The shop is not big. An old man in the main hall is polishing a dagger. Judging from his concentration, he can tell that he is immersed in it.

Han Qinhu stepped forward to say hello, while Yang Shuang looked at the finished weapons placed in the shop and found that they were indeed excellent weapons.

"Young Master, I am polite. I wonder what weapons I want to build?" At this time, the old man came over and asked respectfully.

Yang Shuang pulled out a piece of paper from her cuffs and asked, "Look at it, can these things be created?"

The old man took it respectfully, and his old eyes immediately widened after opening it, because the things on the paper were unheard of.

Military daggers, armed shovels, triangular stings, and Alaska whaling forks.

Yang Shuang did not design the main weapon, only designed these special weapons.

"Old man, can it be created?" Yang Shuang asked.

The old man did not answer immediately, but looked at the drawings and calculated how to forge them.

After a moment.

The old man said: "It is not difficult for military daggers, military shovels, and Alaska whaling forks. It is just this triangular military spear. I can only try it. The structure of this kind of thing is too thin and it must ensure its strength and hardness, so it is naturally the most difficult."

"I will provide you with the best materials!" Yang Shuang replied.

When the old man heard the most difficult part solved, he immediately nodded and replied: "Then there is no problem!"

Yang Shuang signaled Han Qinhu and handed him a bag of silver.

"This is a deposit, and I will send the materials here. Remember, the things you cast cannot be passed on and cannot be cast for others, do you know? Your blacksmith shop has been passed on for generations, and you should not want to watch it ruined in your hands, right?" Yang Shuang reminded with a smile.

The old man held the silver tightly and nodded repeatedly.

Then, Yang Shuang and Han Qinhu left here.

On the way, Han Qinhu said curiously: "Your Highness, is that military baton with three grooves very powerful?"

Very awesome?
Chapter completed!