noveltune Chapter 287 The Armory of Yongshan Workshop
Chapter 287 The Armory of Yongshan Workshop
Chapter 287 The Armory of Yongshan Workshop
Triple Village.
It is one of the few artisan villages left in modern times.
It is built by mountains and rivers, but it is not isolated from the outside world.
in contrast.
Its outer weight and middle weight are still a tourist attraction.
The city center is also less than an hour away by car.
"In the earliest days, Sanchong Village was connected to Yi County, but Ise developed into an important industrial area. In order to protect the craftsmen, the association separated it separately."
Yan Hu introduced to everyone, "There are the most swordsmiths in Sanchong Village, but he is also good at making other weapons."
With the development of science and technology, the number of people who make weapons has been greatly reduced. Because the times have changed, no one has played hand-to-hand combat in the past, and the little elf is watching that set.
Nor does the law allow it.
Cold weapons are either used for collection or for private play.
Especially handicraft cold weapons.
Today's knife makers mostly treat them like works of art.
It was hyped up by businessmen, with so-and-so's name on it, and with the blessing of famous backgrounds, it was sold at a sky-high price.
circulated in small circles.
In the dying stage.
After all, modern steel, metallurgy, processing technology and heat treatment are much stronger than ancient ones.
Those high-quality blades in the past are terribly fragile in front of modern steel.
It is also better than mass production.
of course.
This is the case of ultra-ancient relics regardless of the legendary swords partially made of special steel.
Just like in the animation world, there are ancient civilizations that are lost or not in the record, full of black technology.
Li Xiang also has these things in the world he lives in.
But that is outside the scope of the discussion, generally not within the scope of consideration.
Drive to Sanchong Village.
There are many tourists.
Shop for a variety of handmade goods in front of the low house storefront.
There is everything to eat and play.
As a well-known tourist city, even if the time is wrong, Naicheng will always have all kinds of tourists.
Li Xiang was more concerned about the fact that there seemed to be a huge jungle next to Sanchong Village.
"Over there is Yi County Nature Reserve Park, which is also the largest park on Sakurajima. It is adjacent to the sea and connects three small islands. You can play in a while."
Seeing him staring at him, Yan Hu said, "I remember that there are many kinds of elves in it, and there are many rare and rare ones outside, which is very interesting."
Nature protection parks are naturally not used to protect humans, but were set up by the ranger alliance to protect all kinds of elves.
You can go in and get in touch with them.
But it is illegal to take out the poke ball to subdue them.
It's the same even if you subdue green caterpillars in it.
As long as it is an elf in a natural park, it is equivalent to hanging a "golden medal for avoiding death" on its chest.
You can do whatever you want inside.
The car moves forward.
Drive through the part of Sanchong Village that is open to the public.
Come to a huge walled city on the hillside.
The first thing that catches the eye is the rugged sloped wall, which is made up of stones of different sizes.
Above it is a white wall, enveloping the entire city.
Through the car window, one can look up at the gray rock-colored gable roof and the looming wooden buildings in the city.
Li Xiang suddenly felt like he was inspecting the game scene on the spot.
Especially when I saw two young men wearing ancient warrior uniforms with knives on their waists by the gate of the village, the flying mantis beside them, and the bonfire used to light the fire.
A strong sense of déjà vu rushed over.
People get off.
Duan Tianxing was not by his side, even if he was out on a trip, this old master still showed the talent of an otaku, guarding in front of Yan Tianyin's spirit seat.
speak up.
I haven't seen Yan Tianyin's wife for the past two days...
I heard that he moved to live with his son.
Yan Hu stepped forward, but the other party didn't shout "Who is here?" or something like that.
Instead, he greeted Yan Hu with a smile.
A group of people went inside.
"Inside the Walled City is the core area of Sanchong Village that is not open to the public - Neizhong. I hope everyone will not run around and take pictures. If you get lost, don't walk around. Call me and pass your business card when you meet someone."
Yan Hu turned his head and sent everyone his own business card, just in case.
How come it looks like a military important place.
Li Xiang took the business card, feeling slanderous in his heart.
but.
This kind of situation is actually not uncommon in Zhuxia. Places such as Fengwangyuan and Julong Temple are not open to the outside world.
Inside the Walled City.
It's no different from the scenery in Waizhong, but there are obviously more locals wearing strange costumes, and there are various elves.
It's like being in ancient times for a moment.
Hmm... The satellite dish on the roof, the densely packed telephone poles, and the big stereo placed at the door are a bit of a drama.
"Junior Brother, do you think those clothes look good? Do you want Senior Sister to show you how to wear them?"
Qi Sunsun came to Li Xiang's side, looked at a woman wearing vibrating sleeves, and said in a low voice.
"It can be, but I think it is necessary to find out whether this senior sister is the other two senior sisters, or you, senior sister."
Li Xiang rolled his eyes, only fools would be fooled by such an obvious language trap.
Qi Sunsun blinked innocently, "Aren't they all the same?"
"I'm too lazy to care about you."
Li wanted to wave.
It seems that outsiders are relatively rare in Neizhong Walled City, which has attracted the attention of many people.
But when he saw Yan Hu, he turned his head back.
It is clear.
Yan Hu was deeply trusted in their hearts.
A group of people walk to the destination.
The target is the village chief's house.
It is also the one with the best craftsmanship in Sanchong Village.
Not yet close.
There was a clanging sound.
Li Xiang was unconsciously a little excited, after all, he was about to customize his first weapon soon.
however.
He originally thought that the place where private forging knives would be very primitive, such as steel in animation and comics, and high-tech products such as elf balls, were all made with clay stoves and tongs.
Unexpectedly, there are all modern tools such as lathes and furnaces here.
It has the feeling of a modern metallurgical workshop.
in the workshop.
Quite a few brawny men with their upper body naked, either took out a hammer to tap the iron ingot, or forged it with an air hammer.
Beside the stove, there are elves with fire attributes, including coal turtles, melting ant beasts, lava snails, etc.
From time to time, the blacksmiths put the iron ingots in their hands in front of them and let them burn.
It looks a little weird.
There is also a piece of "salt" sprinkled on it, a piece of white flowers.
"Why do you sprinkle salt on iron?"
Wang Dong was a little confused.
"What salt? That's borax! It's used to remove impurities!" Lu Chengfeng gave Wang Dong a glare.
Li wanted to focus on the air hammer.
In the past, the most laborious part of a blacksmith was during the beating process.
Since the air hammer, blacksmiths do not know how much effort has been saved.
"Uncle Jin! Someone brought it to you!"
Yan Hu shouted, "Where is the man?"
"Stop shouting! Here it is!"
Inside the workshop, a short old man with a white beard and tight muscles came out wearing thick gloves and stared at the bull.
Yan Hu turned around and introduced: "This is Uncle Jin, the father of the head of Sanchong Village, and one of the most famous craftsmen in Sakurajima!"
"Hi! What a famous craftsman! I'm just an old man who blacksmiths!"
Uncle Jin waved his hand, glanced at Li Xiang and the others, and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Taro! Get out and receive guests!"
"Come on!"
workshop.
A young man with relatively clean clothes came out, his eyes lit up when he saw Yan Hu, "Sister Yan Hu! You're here!"
"Long time no see Taro, has the guest changed from your brother to you?"
Yan Hu asked.
"My brother is going to school."
After Taro responded, he looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "It's hard work for you all to come from afar, please follow me."
He led everyone to a courtyard.
After a short self-introduction.
Li wanted to know.
The old man just now was named Yongshan Jin, and he inherited a blacksmith shop called Yongshan Workshop.
Strictly speaking, it has a history of 500 years.
In the world of cold weapons, he is also quite famous.
Outsiders call him Master Yongshan. At the most exaggerated time, a weapon can be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Apparently it sells the Yongshan brand.
However, the year before last, Yongshan Gold had closed its furnace and no longer made any weapons by itself.
According to his own statement, he is too old, and even with the assistance of modern industry, his physical strength cannot keep up.
Those in the workshop are all his apprentices who came to learn his craft.
Yongshan Gold also wants to pass on the plaque of Yongshan Workshop.
However, his son devoted himself to developing Sanchong Village into a tourist village.
His eldest grandson likes to read.
Only the little grandson Yongshan Taro in front of him, at a young age, has a little interest in blacksmithing.
"Please."
Nagayama Taro's mother served tea.
"Thank you."
Li Xiang thanked him softly, took a sip slightly, the bitter tea had a steel-like smell.
Get down to business.
Although Yongshan Jin said that he was physically exhausted, in fact, he could see clearly just now.
Yan Hu intends to let him personally create seven exclusive weapons for everyone.
"Sister Yan Hu, grandpa is definitely willing to make the people you brought. The problem is that the construction period is a bit tight. If all knives are made temporarily..."
Nagayama Taro hesitated for a moment.
A good weapon will definitely not work without more than half a month of fine grinding.
Even some good knives take months to accumulate.
Bai Ji said, "No, no, not all of us want knives."
They talked about their demands.
"That's easy."
Knowing that not all of them want swords, Yongshan Taro felt relieved, and said: "Actually, there is an arsenal at home, and there are many weapons made in the past..."
The implication is to take them there to have a look.
When you come across something you like or like, just take it away.
Yan Hu was slightly stunned, "Eh? Entering the arsenal? Wasn't it always forbidden to enter before?"
"The past was the past." Yongshan Taro got up, "Everyone, please come with me. To be honest, the stock in the armory is much better than what grandpa is making now..."
According to him, when Yongshan Jin got older, he seemed to have fallen into a certain bottleneck, and the weapons he made became worse and worse, far worse than before.
The bridge is a little familiar, right?
(End of this chapter)