Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her and moved his arms as fast as lightning. No one could see what he did.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around to find his apprentice: "Let's go buy a kitchen knife."

When they left, Po was still standing there in a daze.

Cao Zhengxing's shop is in Zhangmei Lane, not far from here.

Above the shop, there is a large gold-plated signboard of "Cao Zhengxing Knife Shop", which looks impressive at first glance.

When you enter the store, there is a sign next to the counter, which reads: Pure steel and fire, genuine goods at a reasonable price, with dust on the edges, and the package will be exchanged if it is dropped!

In all of Hankou, Cao Zhengxing's knife shop is the only one who dares to shout such a slogan.

After entering the store, Zhao Yixian walked forward with his arms splayed like a wealthy landlord as usual: "Man, look at the kitchen knife."

His tone sounded like he had a lot of money.

The waiter came forward cheerfully: "Sir, this row of knives are all freshly baked from the workshop in Hongyi Lane. They are strong and soft, with sharp edges. They can cut ginger without strings, cut meat without tendons, and chop bones without curling the edges. , carrying a good knife..."

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw a dark blade and a shining silver blade. It was narrow at the front and wide at the back, cutting forward and cutting at the back.

He actually saw this kind of knife in later generations.

However, they are not as thick as the row of knives on the counter. These knives can clearly show some traces of handcrafting.

This thing can be regarded as a speed bump for men, and Zhao Chuanxin observed it with gusto.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly saw a long knife standing in the corner, covered with debris, only the handle was exposed.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed there and said, "Man, take out that long knife and have a look."

The waiter glanced at it and said with a troubled face: "This... Sir, you are mistaken. It is a short knife."

Nowadays, the Qing government prohibits civilians from carrying firearms, and the control of swords is somewhat looser, but sharp weapons still cannot be easily shown to others.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled half-heartedly: "If you don't show it to me, I will report it to the officials and say you are hiding the murder weapon."

"伱..." The clerk was speechless, so he had to take out the knife and put it on the counter: "Have a look and I'll put it back when you're done."

The scabbard is made of solid wood and covered with a layer of black shark skin. The scabbard is inlaid with 4 copper horizontal hoops and decorated with a gilt hollow-carved sheath cage.

Very exquisitely made.

It's just that the length is exaggerated, it should be one meter and a half long.

An oval-shaped knife block with a small folding edge. The cross-section of the edge is rectangular and the sides are trapezoidal.

Add a gasket to the end of the knife stem and rivet it to the end of the knife hand.

The handle is very long and requires both hands to hold.

Just as the man was about to put the knife back, Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and lifted it up.

With a "clang" sound, the blade appeared two inches from the fingertip, and a wisp of cold light arrived first.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw the beautiful water lines on the blade.

He had always wanted to try blacksmithing, but unfortunately the blacksmithing equipment was too expensive and there was a lack of suitable venues, so he was delayed.

He is very interested in cold weapons.

He pushed out hard, and the clerk hurriedly said: "Hey, be careful, don't do anything wrong..."

"Zhuo, you are so afraid of damage. Is this made for worship?" Zhao Chuanxin disagreed and drew the knife directly.

Benjamin Goldberg and Zhao Yixian hurriedly stayed away, but the knife was too long.

The knife weighed at least four kilograms, and Zhao Chuanxin could easily hold it with one hand.

Don’t underestimate the four kilograms. Both hands can chop for a long time. They are all Newton’s younger brothers - awesome!

As for the Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighing 70 to 80 kilograms, I can only laugh at it. With Zhao Chuanxin's physique, he dare not say that he could carry a knife weighing seventy or eighty kilograms and walk around the battlefield like the wind.

He flicked the blade and made a crisp clang sound.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "How much does this knife cost? I want it."

The clerk was stunned for a moment, then hesitated: "This... we, Cao Zhengxing, don't sell weapons like this."

Zhao Chuanxin put the scabbard on the counter and inserted the knife back: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."

The clerk hesitated again: "Although it's not for sale, this knife is special. Someone paid the deposit but didn't pick it up after the expiration date, so it's not impossible to sell it."

The appearance of standing still seems very philistine.

Zhao Chuanxin took out five oceans and said, "Okay, then I'll buy it."

The waiter shook his head like a rattle: "You are joking, sir. This knife is made by a famous artist. You can't buy it for even fifty dollars, let alone five dollars."

During the Kangxi period, a waist knife cost 2-5 taels of silver. But in fact, things like knives have not increased much in price because of the emergence of firearms. If the price rises too much, if you have the money, you might as well buy a fast gun.

The waiter opened his mouth and couldn't buy it for fifty yuan. Zhao Chuanxin was furious and slammed the counter: "You're a cunning man. How can a shop that makes kitchen knives be considered a famous expert in making Miao knives? I don't question your professionalism. Sex, you slapped your nose on your face instead?"

The waiter was startled and immediately said: "Sir, you can't say that. This knife is made of steel and is not easy to make. Moreover, this knife is not made by our Cao Zhengxing, but was made by others. The cost is really high."

Zhao Chuanxin was not happy when he heard this: "You lied to even a monk. You are morally corrupt. You will have nightmares at night. You are the scum of the world. It must be bad for you to grow up without learning or skills at a young age. Your behavior is despicable. When it's cold, you'll get malignant sores, you..."

After listening to Zhao Chuanxin's nonchalant insults for a long time, the clerk's head was buzzing: "Okay, sir, we have something to discuss. A gentleman should not speak..."

Zhao Chuanxin showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves: "Okay, ten yuan, I want it."

The clerk secretly calculated that with the deposit and ten yuan, at least he would not lose money.

This is a special era, with the end of cold weapons and the rise of firearms. The wealthy wealthy people who collect famous people's calligraphy and paintings will not give this knife a second glance; the poor people, or those who are running around in the world, want to pay back the money; the real bandits and bullies have the money to buy quick guns directly.

This knife has been sitting there for a long time and I can't get rid of it. The status is very embarrassing. I can't help but sell it and still get ten yuan. The total turnover of their shop in a day is only seventy or eighty taels of silver.

Seeing that he couldn't fool Zhao Chuanxin, the clerk gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "Sell it."

Zhao Chuanxin picked a few more kitchen knives, asked the waiter to wipe out a small change, added them together to pay the bill, and then left.

After going out, Zhao Yixian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Zhao Shenxian is really a good bargainer."

He still wanted to act like an uncle, but it was a pity that Zhao Chuanxian didn't know how to spend money unnecessarily. Spending a lot of money had nothing to do with him.

After a round of shopping, Zhao Chuanxin laughed and cursed. He was a money-saving expert and bought all the famous items without spending a lot of money.

I also bought a hairpin for Gan Fan to keep it from hanging around his head, which Gan Fan hates.

But what satisfied him the most was the Miao knife.

Most men like to play with these hot and cold weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin said with satisfaction: "Okay, whatever is lost must be made up for. Let's have a meal and then go to Hu Yuanwai's house to wait for news. Life is really lonely."

Why do you say that what is missing should be supplemented?

At the pier, Abao was in a daze for a while, looking at the sweating workers on the pier in the cold weather. She sighed, losing a bit of the majesty she had in the past, and losing a few layers of Taihu's excitement of standing on the bow of the boat and teasing the private sector. She felt in her heart Also less stubborn.