The hardware store is actually a blacksmith shop. It was rebuilt on the first floor of the old building facing the street. There is a small courtyard behind it for ironwork. On the first floor is Zhou Tong's home. As for the so-called disturbances, the buildings in the civilian area do not exist. The buildings in the civilian area are similar to the dormitory building that will be demolished in the memory of the previous life. The family and even two families live in a room. Dozens of families share the kitchen and toilet on one side of the corridor. The corridor is noisy all day long, and this ironwork sound has long been covered up.

Ling Li checked the work he was going to do today, looked at the hunting knife that was being burned in the stove, but found that the long knife with the handle had been removed was broken, leaving only about half a meter long.

"The other half of the knife must be forged and melted together, otherwise it will not be able to be repaired." Lin Li came out and said to Zhou Tong.

"Forging and melting?" Zhou Tong looked at Ling Li and smiled, "The tip of the knife can't be found. You are not going to go to the wild for training right away, but it is still a bit dangerous. This broken knife is just a gift for you, and you can change it according to your favorite style."

Ling Li was stunned for a moment. The alloy material for forging weapons was very expensive. The worst knife weighed more than two kilograms. Even if the broken knife was less than two kilograms, the material alone would be worth half a year's wages. Unexpectedly, Old Man Zhou was usually famous for his stinginess, but this time he suddenly became so generous. He was happy at the moment and bowed to Old Man Zhou: "Thank you then."

"Get out quickly, I'm afraid that you will encounter any accidents and don't even have a self-defense weapon. These days, it's hard to find a small worker as cheap as you," Zhou Tong waved his hand and turned his face to the sun that was about to be covered by the tall city wall. "Do your work well, if the customer picks up the problem, he will deduct the wages!"

Ling Li spent nearly an hour repairing three iron pots, one iron basin, and the deformed helmet. It was dark at this time and the workers in the building had already returned home. It was time for dinner, and the whole five-story brick-concrete building seemed even more noisy and noisy.

Ling Li used fire tongs to clip the broken knife that had been burnt red from the stove. He felt that the weight of the broken knife was nearly twice as heavy as he expected, about three and a half kilograms. Logically speaking, after being burned for so long, the half of the blade should have been a little soft, but it still felt very hard. Putting the red blade on the chopping board, Ling Li swung the hammer with one hand and smashed it a few times. Although sparks were splashing everywhere, the broken blade's blade almost did not deform much under the heavy blow.

Zhou Tong heard the sound coming into the yard from the front, looked at Ling Li who was thrusting in the iron and said, "You can't beat this thing. Have you drawn the knife pattern you used to draw?"

Ling Li nodded and gestured to the iron case on the other side with his mouth.

Zhou Tong walked over and picked up the kraft paper drawn by Ling Li next to the iron table and looked at it with the fire in front of the stove: "Is this a machete?"

"Is this called a reflex knife good?" Ling Li threw the half-cut knife back into the stove and protested loudly in his mouth.

The good Gurkha scimitar came to Lao Zhou's mouth and his pussy dropped several levels.

"Well, this is very beneficial for chopping, but the effect of the stabbing is greatly reduced." Lao Zhou only took a look and then understood the principle. "The shape of the tip of the knife needs to be modified and raised a little further."

"You are a blacksmith, you have the final say."

Zhou Tong held a dry tobacco pole in his mouth, threw the kraft paper in his hand aside, returned to the house, held a dark hammer in his hand, and limped out. He placed the hammer on the iron table, turned around, and took the tongs.

"Well, what material is this blade body? You need to use a special hammer?" Ling Li asked, and after saying that, he reached out to get the hammer and wanted to take a closer look.

Zhou Tong looked at him with no expression.

Ling Li held the metal hammer handle and reached out to lift it, but did not lift it. He stretched out his left hand and bulged his strength with both hands before he could barely move the small hammer away from the iron table. He was shocked and couldn't help looking at Zhou Tong after putting down the hammer.

"No need to see, this thing is made of star meteorite iron, weighing 180 kilograms. It is not a warrior, so it cannot be used at all." Zhou Tong said to Ling Li. He placed the red half-cut knife on the anvil, grabbed the hammer with one hand and swung it. Mars suddenly splashed on the anvil.

Ling Li originally knew from books that warriors are very powerful. Now, as we have seen with our own eyes, the strength difference between warriors and martial artists is completely different. When Zhou Tong was swinging the sledgehammer, the surface of the hammer seemed to be covered with a faint red light, which should be the so-called star source power. Being able to absorb and use the star source power is a sign of entering a relatively advanced warrior realm.

Zhou Tongzai focused on ironwork, while Ling Li stood aside and observed carefully, thinking about something.

The small blacksmith shop fell into silence, with only the jingling sound of iron slashing. The material of this broken knife seemed to be not ordinary metal.

Half an hour passed, Zhou Tong picked up the iron kettle he brought and sprayed some green juice on the molded blade. The blade was shining with red light under the reflection of the fire.

"The blade is mixed with some star-like iron, which is considered tough. It is also a good weapon in the martial arts stage. You can inlaid the hilt of the knife yourself, and there are some animal skins in the yard. You can find two suitable pieces and sew a scabbard." Zhou Tong threw the knife on the iron case and limped back to his back room.

He had already closed the shop before coming to the iron. Ling Li returned to the shop with the blade holding the knife, and with the dim light, he began to inlay the handle. The original handle was made of translucent beast horns, but the thread wrapped around the knife outside the knife was unknown, and the material was very tough.

Since it was his first weapon, Ling Li wrapped it very carefully. After wrapping the handle of the knife, he waved it casually and felt it was a little heavier. He looked at the curved blade more than half a meter long. The Gurkha scimitar that he had originally thought in his heart was changed to the shape of Sibuxiang by Zhou Tong, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He came to the yard, took out two small pieces of animal skin from the pile of miscellaneous materials, wrapped the blade, put it in his schoolbag, and then said goodbye to Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong was cooking, and the aroma of boiled meat wafted out in the kitchen, which made Ling Li swallow a few saliva involuntarily.

Lao Zhou poked his head out of the kitchen, "I remember coming here on time tomorrow afternoon, and being late will deduct wages!" The guy said as usual, without any intention of leaving Ling Li to have supper together.

After coming out of Zhou Tong's house, there seemed to be a couple quarreling in the corridor. The tough woman pointed at her thin husband and cursed. Some of the neighbors were striking, some of them were persuading, and some were watching the fun.

Everything is real and has a lot of fun in life...

After leaving the building and following the familiar route in my memory, Ling Li walked all the way to home.

There are no street lights on the streets of the civilian area. Ling Li drags her thin and tired body. With the dim lights coming from the shops on the street, she seems to be in the old beach in the movie. The shabby leather shoes stepped on the bumpy ground and made unreal echoes...
Chapter completed!