Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 239 Lost, will be taken back!
The weapons that Xia Jia forged with her own hands are naturally not high-end goods, and are worth at least ten thousand gold!
"it is good!"

Xia Ye could tell that Xia Jia was a forging maniac, the kind of person who pursued the limit of forging and regarded life and property indifferently.

This kind of craftsman has already begun to find his own path on the way of forging, regardless of his realm and combat effectiveness.

"Then it's settled!"

Hagar was very excited.

"It's a pity!"

As for blueprints, he knew a lot, and if he just threw out one or two, he might be able to trick Xia Jia into Chaoge and develop armaments for himself, but he didn't dare.

A person like Hagar is the spokesperson of a power or a class. He may not covet the knowledge he has provided, but the interest groups behind him will definitely.

Xia Ye asked Mo Wuheng. In this era, some well-known blacksmiths have either been recruited, or they are representatives of a certain power, so let alone Xia Jia, even a lone blacksmith with a lower level than him will not easy to find.

"trouble!"

Without a blacksmith, Chaoge would not have been able to enter the Iron Age.

"It's almost noon, why don't you stay for a light meal?"

Hagar cordially invited.

"No, we have to buy other goods!"

Xia Ye declined.

"Oh!"

Xia Jia is not a polite and hypocritical person, she was about to send Xia Ye out in person, when her eyes fell on the saber at his waist, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"This sword..."

In Xia Jia's mind, the appearances of those famous swords were flashed in an instant, and he found the most similar one: "It can't be Tai Ah?"

"Tai Ah? That one of the hundred famous swords?"

"What is the top [-], there is no problem in ranking in the top [-]!"

"No way, it was lost too long ago. I heard that it was forged by Ou Yezi with nine sword qi, so in the end it melted into nine sword qi and dissipated in the world!"

The craftsmen muttered, as swordsmiths, everyone is naturally very interested in weapons.

"It's Tai!"

Xia Ye doesn't bother to lie, so he admits frankly that more than one person knows this sword, so it's not worth keeping it secret.

hiss!
Hearing Xia Ye's confession, there was a sound of gasping all around, and everyone stared at the bronze long sword on Xia Ye's waist in shock and envy.

"I don't know... can I..."

Xia Jia, such a bold man, also became awkward at this time. He wanted to see the sword, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

There is no way, the sword is the hero's closest partner, whoever gets this top-quality famous sword will take good care of it, and some people, even their own sons, will have their legs broken if they move it.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye smiled freely, took off his sword, and handed it to Xia Jia.

Xia Jia's expression was stunned at first, and then awe-inspiring. Xia Ye's heart is indeed broad. He wiped his hands vigorously on his trousers, then saluted Xia Ye, and then took Tai Ah carefully, and drew out his sword. sheath.

The sun was slightly hot, reflecting on the dark golden sword blade, adding a touch of luxury to the already extravagant and luxurious Tai Ah.

"Good sword!"

Hagar praised.

The other craftsmen hurriedly gathered around, they knew that this kind of behavior was impolite, but it was too bad, they couldn't help their curiosity.

Furthermore, this famous sword is rare for ordinary people to see in a lifetime, and it is bragging capital to say it.

Watching a group of swordsmiths discussing Tai Ah's craftsmanship, Xia Ye touched the Four Seasons Song on the back of his waist, wanting Xia Jia to identify it.

The hero altar left by Xia Lingyue's father is definitely a top-level building, so the Four Seasons Song, which is cherished and kept, is not too bad!
But Xia Ye touched the hilt of the sword, and finally resisted the urge, what if it was a famous sword that was even better than Tai Ah?
Money touches people's hearts, Xia Ye believes in Mo Wuheng, so Xia Ye is also willing to believe in friends of flat-chested girls, but these craftsmen can't guarantee it.

"It's really a good sword. I don't know when I can forge this famous sword!"

Xia Jia sighed, sheathed the sword and handed it to Xia Ye.

"As long as you persevere and keep your original intention unchanged, I believe that Master Hagar will soon realize his wish."

Xia Ye gave a compliment.

"The original intention remains unchanged?"

Xia Jia repeated it several times, and the more he read it, the more he felt the flavor of these four words. Didn't he forge swords back then to become a famous swordsmith master all over the world!

In recent years, as I became famous, there were too many visitors who came to seek swords, and there were also many entertainments, and the time to forge swords in a down-to-earth manner was much less.

Xia Jia suddenly remembered that the time when she lived in a hut under the waterfall of a mountain stream, drinking springs and casting swords was her sweetest memory!

"Thank you for your advice!"

Xia Jia withdrew her thoughts, bowed firmly, and saluted Xia Ye.

"what?"

The craftsmen were dumbfounded. Xia Jia is one of the three major swordsmiths of the Xia Clan and has a great reputation in the surrounding tribes. How can he bow to a young man now?Also say thank you for your enlightenment?

"What can he teach?"

Some craftsmen are puzzled.

"So you are a craftsman, and Hagar is a master!"

"This is called comprehension!"

The faces of the other craftsmen showed solemn expressions, and they no longer despised Xia Ye.

"Then farewell!"

Xia Ye arched his hands.

"Wait, I heard the shopkeeper mention that you guys had a conflict with Xia Xiang because of buying weapons, right? That's good, the final transaction price will be calculated at a [-]% discount!"

Not to mention Mo Wuheng's relationship, even Xia Ye is very fond of Xia Jia, so he will not be stingy even if he is bold.

"Owner!"

The owner of the weapons shop was taken aback. Weapons are hard currency at any time, and they can be sold easily. The weapons of 'Hagar' are sold at a higher price, and there are people rushing for them.

A [-]% discount is too much of a loss.

"To shut up!"

Hagar scolded: "How do you do business? As long as you sign the sales contract, no matter what happens, even if the family members die, you have to finish it. You go to the forge to burn the furnace today!"

"Master, that's Xia Taiding's son!"

Hearing this, the shop owner's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly explained that it took him 20 years to climb to this seat, but he fell back unexpectedly.

"I don't care whose son it is, I only care about the contract!"

Hagar waved impatiently.

"That's great!"

This kind of excitement, many people have already started to watch, and now they heard Hagar's words, they immediately applauded.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye shook his head, the shop owner was afraid of Xia Xiang's power, but he forgot that honesty is fundamental to Xia Jia's life.

Once the news of today gets out, the reputation of Xia Jia's weapon store will plummet, so Xia Jia would rather offend Xia Taiding than let this signboard be tarnished.

"Then I will be disrespectful!"

Xia Ye didn't refuse and accepted the gift.

A group of people left the weapon shop, and after a few steps, Xia Zhitang hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

Xia Zhitang is depressed, he is also the son of the Great Prophet, so you ignore him like this?

"What orders does the young master have?"

Xia Ye didn't have much respect for Xia Shilian, let alone Xia Zhitang.

"At least I helped you just now, right? Do you want to be so ruthless?"

Xia Zhitang complained.

"so what?"

Xia Ye pouted.

"Okay, I just want to ask, what is that 'red sand' that can be distinguished with gold?"

Xia Zhitang is still obsessed with brown sugar.

"I don't know, the Great Prophet saw that no one in this tribe could guess it, so he left!"

Xia Ye shrugged.

"Don't lie, you invented the red sand!"

Xia Zhitang suddenly yelled, and fixed his eyes on Xia Ye, wanting to see if he would show his feet because he was suddenly exposed, but he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"I am very busy!"

Xia Ye went to the civilian area and stood in front of an ordinary old house.

Xia Lingyue sobbed, because this was the house she lived in when she was a child, but after her father died, she had to sell it to make ends meet.

Xia Ye stood quietly for a while, then walked in.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing a group of strangers coming to the door, the owner of the house was puzzled.

"I want to buy this house!"

Xia Ye didn't beat around the bush.

"what?"

The owner of the house was taken aback, then refused: "I won't sell it!"

"Look at your clothes, furniture, and your life is not rich. You are just an ordinary civilian. Let's make a price!"

Xia Ye sat down straight away, groping for a chair, the furniture in this room hadn't been replaced yet, which reminded him of the past.

"Thirty thousand dollars!"

The owner of the house quoted a price as soon as he opened his mouth. He lost a lot of money in his small business recently, and he really needed a lot of money to turn around.

"it is good!"

"what?"

Hearing Xia Ye's happy agreement, the owner of the house regretted not asking a high price, but he was thick-skinned enough, so he opened his mouth and said, "[-] knives is just a down payment, and the full amount is [-] knives!"

"The one standing next to you is Master Xia Zhitang!"

Xia Ye sneered: "Are you going to renege on your promises in front of the Great Prophet's beloved son?"

"what?"

The owner of the house jumped up in fright, and looked at Xia Zhitang in fear.

"[-] knives, take the flash man, or be careful that you won't get a single knives!"

Xia Zhitang snorted coldly.

With this young master as the middleman, he signed and drew his handprints, and the deal was completed in 10 minutes. In order to let this guy leave quickly, Xia Ye gave another [-] knives and bought everything in the house.

Anyway, this little money is a drop in the bucket for Xia Ye.

"I remembered, are you Xia Lingyue? Xia Wu'an's daughter?"

When the owner of the house was about to leave, he suddenly remembered, and looked at Xia Lingyue in astonishment: "Didn't you move to the slums?"

"Tsk tsk!"

The owner of the house thought that once Xia Wu'an died, the Xia family would be finished. It's only been a few years, but they didn't expect to turn over so soon!

Xia Ye originally wanted to go to the refugee area to see if there were any talents and recruit some refugees, but Xia Lingyue sat alone in the room in a daze with tears, and he was embarrassed to leave, so he could only accompany him.

"Don't worry, this house is just the beginning, we will get back what we lost!"

Xia Ye comforted.

"Ok!"

Xia Lingyue hugged her younger brother, she needs a shoulder to lean on now.

　I heard that there was a problem with one of the main lines of the power grid, which affected a wide range. It was repaired from 8 o'clock last night until the afternoon!
　　This is the bad thing about desktop computers. If the battery is out, you can’t get your manuscripts out. Even if you want to go to an Internet cafe to write, you can’t write!

　　And about the plot, don't worry, there will be no depressing plots!
　　
　
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