He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 31 Old Eunuch

When Jiang Lin was trying to learn about quenching, a blacksmith came over and said, "Master, the Nanling camp wants one hundred long knives, one hundred long swords, one hundred spears, and one hundred bows and arrows, and they specifically want you and Jiang Lin to make them."

Zhao Yankui was stunned when he heard this. There were at least tens of thousands of soldiers in the Nanling camp, and just a few hundred weapons were a drop in the bucket for them.

The most important thing is, how could such a place be short of weapons?
Even if they were short of weapons, they would only send people directly to the Foundry Department. Why would they go to the Blacksmith Camp? The level difference between the two sides was too great.

Besides, it would take more than a few days for two people to make so many weapons.

Jiang Lin reacted quickly and said, "The Nanling Camp probably did this to tell some people that we are involved with them. It's a form of deterrence and protection."

"That makes sense." Zhao Yankui also understood and couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect that I, Zhao Yankui, would be taken care of by the army one day. It's all thanks to you!"

Zhao Yankui was no fool, so he naturally understood that the Nanling camp did this mostly for the sake of old man Wei's face.

And the relationship between Old Man Wei and Jiang Lin is much better than that between him and him.

Jiang Lin smiled faintly and said, "Master, even if no one takes care of you, you can live well with your abilities."

"Of course." Zhao Yangkui laughed.

Once Dong Songchang died, he really had the final say in the South Blacksmith Camp.

Even if the man who followed the army came back, given his personality, he would not compete with me for anything.

"Since the Nanling camp specifically asked you and me to forge it, then come on. This is a good opportunity for you to try out the quenching technique." Zhao Yangkui said.

Jiang Lin naturally would not refuse. He had just started learning the art of quenching and needed to improve his proficiency greatly. Hundreds of weapons were just the right thing to do.

The master and the apprentice returned to the blacksmith shop and started to light the fire and hammer. At the same time, inside Linyuansi, Shen Zhiwen was holding a hoe with a grim look on his face.

"Dead? Why would the Nanling camp kill him?"

A blacksmith who had a close relationship with Dong Songchang secretly came to tell Shen Zhiwen that Dong Songchang had been beheaded.

Upon learning that it was the lieutenant general of the Nanling camp who took action personally, Shen Zhiwen felt something was wrong.

A third-rank military general is not someone he can deal with.

The blacksmith told Shen Zhiwen again about how Dong Songchang had offended Old Man Wei. After hearing it, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"This idiot, those crazy people in the border army, how can you mess with them? They really deserve to die!"

The blacksmith said with a bitter face: "Master Shen, did Master Dong die in vain?"

"Do you want me to seek revenge on that lieutenant general?"

The blacksmith didn't say anything. He certainly understood that it was impossible to seek revenge on Liao Mingxu.

Not to mention the death of Dong Songchang, even if Shen Zhiwen's entire family was killed by Liao Mingxu, no one in the court would say a word for them.

"I can't afford to offend the Nanling camp, but there are some people I can still offend." Shen Zhiwen snorted coldly and said, "Okay, go back and don't come to me again in the future."

The blacksmith understood that he wanted to sever ties with the blacksmith camp, but he didn't say much. After all, Dong Songchang was gone, and this place really had little to do with Lin Yuansi.

After the blacksmith left, Shen Zhiwen lowered his head and stared at the brand new hoe in his hand. His brows first frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Although Dong Songchang's death is not a pity, and there is no need to give any explanation to that yellow-faced woman, he is still my Shen Zhiwen's brother-in-law after all. If I don't let you pay for his life, wouldn't it be a disgrace to me?"

Looking towards the field, a milky white flower bloomed, so lonely among the many green leaves.

The moon flower absorbs the essence of the moon and blooms. After picking it, grind it into powder and wipe it on your skin to keep your skin tender. It can't be said to keep you young forever, but if you use it all year round, it's not uncommon for a 40-year-old to have the skin of a 20-year-old.

Shen Zhiwen walked up to the Tianyue Baohua, his eyes became fierce, he picked up the hoe and started digging the ground.

As a result, after just a few hits, the hoe broke, and the broken iron piece easily cut off the stem of the Tianyue Baohua.

Shen Zhiwen held the broken hoe and the severed Tianyue Baohua in his hands and ran quickly towards the palace not far away.

Not long after, he arrived in front of the palace and was stopped by a young eunuch.

A shrill voice, a proud look: "What's the matter?"

Shen Sijiang, who was so arrogant in front of the blacksmith, bent down and smiled apologetically in front of this young eunuch who was also of low rank.

"Shen Zhiwen from the Forest Garden Department, there was a problem with the Tianyue Treasure Flower that Eunuch Ming planted earlier. Please let me know."

As he spoke, Shen Zhiwen took out two taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it over.

The young eunuch held it in his hand, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It turns out to be Master Shen. Just wait here for a moment."

After saying that, he turned and entered the palace.

Not long after, he came out again and said, "Master Shen, please come in."

"Thank you, eunuch." Shen Zhiwen took out another tael of silver and stuffed it over.

But not long after entering the palace, he looked back at the smiling eunuch holding the silver coins, curled his lips and cursed in a low voice: "Damned eunuch, a thing that will never be reborn!"

After walking forward for a distance, Shen Zhiwen entered an open palace with many eunuchs and palace maids inside.

Some were serving tea and water, and some were serving people grapes.

An old eunuch with many wrinkles was having grapes peeled by a palace maid and was carefully picking up the crystal clear flesh with his slender fingers and putting it into his mouth.

But his skin was unusually smooth and delicate, which was completely inconsistent with the wrinkles on his face.

He opened his mouth and took the maid's fingers and the grapes into it, stirring them with his tongue a few times. Looking at the little maid's blushing face, the old eunuch laughed out loud.

Shen Zhiwen didn't dare to ask more questions, he walked closer and knelt down: "Eunuch Ming."

The old eunuch glanced at the broken hoe and the Tianyuebao flower, and said in a voice as harsh as an old rooster: "You useless thing, you can't even take care of a flower, go to hell!"

Shen Zhiwen knocked his head heavily on the ground and cried out, "My Lord, I have been taking good care of the Heavenly Moon Flower and have not dared to slack off for even a moment. My hoe was not working well before, so I asked someone from the Southern Blacksmith Camp to make a new one. However, it broke after just a few hoes, and that's how the Heavenly Moon Flower got broken."

"It broke in just a few hits? When did the blacksmith camp become such a waste?" Eunuch Ming was obviously a little skeptical.

Shen Zhiwen quickly took out a cloth bag and pushed it forward: "I dare not lie. The gardener of Linyuansi and the blacksmith of Nan Ironsmith Camp can testify."

A eunuch ran over, picked up the cloth bag, opened it and took a look, then handed it to the old eunuch.

The old eunuch weighed it in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I see, those blacksmiths are damned. Who made this hoe?"

"It's Zhao Yankui and Jiang Lin, the master and apprentice from the Southern Blacksmith Camp." Shen Zhiwen said.

The old eunuch took out a small piece of silver from his cloth bag and threw it to the eunuch in his thirties next to him, saying in a sharp and piercing voice: "Go, beat those two men to death for us!"

(End of this chapter)