change god

After two days of tidying up, today's activity of tidying up the new home can finally come to an end, and the two of them can do some things they want to do.

"Yingzhou, after you came to this world, what do you miss the most in the world you came from?" After the two of them practiced, they started to do their own things. Xie Yingzhou took out a pen and a wooden ruler, and was about to draw a picture. Jian sits on the side and prepares to write a list of new home decoration items.

The two of them are now completely dressed at home, wearing wooden clogs and thin summer clothes. Xie Yingzhou tied her hair into a ponytail, some hair fell down and hung on her slender neck, and the red scars on her were indistinct under the shadow of the lamp , while Ye Wujian casually coiled her waist-length hair, and used an emerald green hairpin to pin up the black silk, which made her look younger than her actual age. She was slender and wore thin clothes. The light gray clothes she wore, and the dark belt was tied twice by her in a beautiful knot. It looked like her waist was thin and straight. In addition, her face was originally cold and indifferent. People feel lazy, but Xie Yingzhou is wearing a long dress loosely, and the belt is tied in a knot and hangs in front of her body, which looks like a bathrobe.

After two days of tidying up, the cleanliness of the house is almost done now, but this is also because they used their spiritual power to cheat so that they can tidy it up so quickly. Next, they only need to slowly buy some furniture and soft furnishings.

"Nostalgia... it should be desserts. I don't think the ones here are as delicious as ours." Said Xie Yingzhou, who almost ate all the sweet things in the market when visiting Zhaorang City. arrive.

Ye Wujian, who is a skilled cook, was embarrassed for a while. She wanted to do something to make Xie Yingzhou feel like the old times again, but she might not be able to do it just for the first one. Fortunately, Xie Yingzhou was tidying up with her head down. Drawing paper, he didn't notice Ye Wujian's expression, but talked to himself.

"No matter what I was doing in the past, I would definitely order myself a super-large cream cake on my birthday. I probably won't be able to eat it this year." Originally, Xie Yingzhou raised her head slightly while lowering her head and gesturing on the drawing paper, recalling the time before she crossed over. What was the taste of the last cream cake I ate.

...There should be no strawberries in this era, right?However, the current monarch of the Yin Dynasty is a war-crazed monster. Many countries in the mainland of China have merged into Qin Zhen's territory. The exchange of fruit and vegetable varieties should not be comparable to those dynasties in real history. I have never had time to pay attention to these Well, the traveler really has a lot to learn.

"Birthday, when is your birthday?" Seeing that Xie Yingzhou's clothes were messed up when it was just the two of them, Ye Wujian couldn't help but want to tidy her up.

"June 6, where's yours?" Xie Yingzhou saw Ye Wujian suddenly come over and grab her belt, and naturally raised the hand holding the pen.

"October 10." Ye Wujian lowered his head and answered, while untiing her belt and helping her fasten it again.

"Anyway, sleeping will mess up, what do you like? I'll give it to you then." Xie Yingzhou asked with a smile, looking down at Ye Wujian's slender fingers holding one end of the belt, and wrapping it around her waist again, then wrapped herself Pulling towards her, stepping unsteadily and taking a step in front of her, Ye Wujian slightly raised his head to look at himself, the corners of his mouth curled up to look a little proud, then he lowered his head and began to fasten his belt.

"I don't have anything that I particularly like. I was alone on my birthday, so I don't have any special feelings." Ye Wujian said honestly, for these things, she no longer feels pitiful and pitiful, because Xie Yingzhou is by her side, The ordeals she has encountered will no longer make her worry about it.

"I'm the only one on my birthday, but I will definitely buy a cake and eat it myself. You have to have a sense of ceremony, you know? I'll spend it with you this year." Xie Yingzhou said earnestly, she will always go too far on some strange things Serious, but when it comes to things that Ye Wujian thinks should be serious, she always seems to be fearless.

"Okay, I will look for the cream cake you mentioned." After tidying up Xie Yingzhou's clothes, Ye Wujian touched the former's face in satisfaction.

"Well, if I have time, I will also go to see if there are any materials on the market. I will try to make you a taste on your birthday. It is very delicious!" Xie Yingzhou turned her attention back to the drawing paper, thinking If she can't find milk, then use other milk instead, and look for something that can replace gelatin, and make Ye Wujian try the cream cake too.

Ye Wujian smiled lightly, didn't say that he didn't like sweets, so he went to spoil Xie Yingzhou's interest, returned to the seat where he was sitting just now, lowered his head and began to write the decoration list, and Xie Yingzhou also started to draw on the drawing paper with a wooden ruler, and began to draw her brain. The clear and unmistakable internal structure diagram of the gun that emerged naturally in the picture.

Yin Shan Jun and Jiu Ying whispered outside, at this moment, everything is peaceful and quiet.

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Liushui Sword Furnace became famous after creating the famous sword Liushui. It was named as Liushui Jian Furnace, but in fact its real name is Rong's Jian Furnace, but now it has no longer the former scenery. Xie Yingzhou looked at the two sides of the door in front of him. In the sword furnace overgrown with weeds, a hole the size of a palm was broken on one of the gate panels. The word sword.

It looked more dilapidated than the Taoyuan Residence before it was cleaned. It was hard to imagine that people could still live here.

Xie Yingzhou looked up at the scorching sun above her head, took off the hat she was wearing, raised her hand to pull up the copper ring on the door and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong!" The sound of knocking on the door rang for a while, but Xie Yingzhou was only answered by a dead silence.

"Is anyone there?" Xie Yingzhou knocked on the door again, and asked loudly, feeling that her throat felt a little uncomfortable when she yelled loudly, and the injury on her neck might not disappear until she killed the other half, Jushang.

After knocking several times, I heard the sound of shoes clattering from inside. The man walked lazily, as if he was drunk

The dilapidated wooden door creaked and opened a crack. Xie Yingzhou saw an old man with a dirty face and ragged clothes looking at him with a pair of cloudy eyes. However, she did not change her face, instead she greeted the old man with a friendly smile and held the wine in her hand.

"Hello, you are Mr. Rong Gong. I want to order a weapon from you. I wonder if you are interested in learning about it."

The soldier looked Xie Yingzhou up and down, raised his hand to take the wine jar in her hand, and said lazily, "What weapon? Come in."

Xie Yingzhou didn't expect Rong Gong to agree to him so easily, he hesitated for a while, and followed him into the door.

This is the first time I have seen an ancient workshop. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a smell of charcoal and iron filings, mixed with some strange smells that she couldn't distinguish. A brick roof, several brick kilns are arranged horizontally below, behind which are several chimneys leading to the outside, and in front of the brick kilns are several workbenches for blacksmithing, and some iron ore, cooling pools, etc. are stacked not far away.

To support such a large workshop, one can imagine how many craftsmen were needed back then, and how lively the place was, but Xie Yingzhou only saw cobwebs and dust, and only one of the brick kilns was still clean.

Although it was a matter of chance at the beginning, it would be a lie to say that she would not be disappointed, because everything here is too rough, and the gun is a delicate tool. Even if the sword furnace is restored to its former glory, it is impossible to create the weapon she wants .

Because of her inexperience, Xie Yingzhou thought that ancient weapon workshops could make any weapon she wanted. Seeing this sword stove, she suddenly realized that the weapon she was thinking about might have become a bubble. The huge gap made her lose interest , Immediately stood still and stopped following the soldiers.

"Mr. Rong, you probably can't make the weapon I want with your sword furnace, so I'm sorry to bother you."

"What kind of weapon? Sword, axe, hook hammer, I can do it here." A fire burst into the heart of the soldier. A little girl who didn't know where she came from said that her weapon was a sword furnace as soon as she walked in the door. If he couldn't do it, did he intentionally come to make trouble for this down-and-out swordsmith?

"It's not those that can't be done." Xie Yingzhou sighed lightly, restraining the disappointment on her face, not being able to do it is not the problem of the soldiers, but her own problem.

Turning around to leave, a young man walked in, carrying a basket of food. The first thing that attracted people's attention was a large bluish-black birthmark on his face from his forehead to under his eyes, but this couldn't cover up his A cheerful smile on his face and dimples on both sides of his cheeks.

"Master! You have been waiting for a long time. I have meat to eat today! I also bought two taels of wine... Hey, do you have any guests? What a beautiful girl, do you want to order anything?"

"We can't do what people want here!" Before Xie Yingzhou answered, the soldiers in the room shouted angrily, and walked inside with their hands behind their backs.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. You can go to Yao's Sword Furnace in the south of the city and ask, there..." The young man continued to talk to Xie Yingzhou enthusiastically, with a smile on his face, Xie Yingzhou nodded to him, and continued to go go outside.

If you can't make the weapon you want, do you have to learn how the ancients danced with guns and sticks again?Xie Yingzhou was a little irritable, she didn't like to use cold weapons as her main self-defense weapon.

"Li Goudan! Are you going to starve me to death?" Rong Gong yelled, not wanting his apprentice to waste a word with this female guest who looked down on him.

"Master! I'm not called Li Goudan anymore! Today we received an order from the Zhao family. I heard that the second son of the Zhao family has married a concubine again. He wants to make a silver ring lock for her. I don't know what to do." Well, don't ordinary women like hairpins..." The young man turned around and walked inside with the food basket, chattering about what happened to the soldiers today, cheerful and happy.

Xie Yingzhou had already walked to the door, and when she heard the young man say the words hairpin golden lock, her heart moved and she stood still.

Xie Yingzhou scolded herself for being stupid in her heart, but her eyes flashed with excitement, sweeping away the haze in her heart, she lowered her head and took out the simple structure diagram she drew from her shoulder bag, and turned back to the sword furnace.

To her, a firearm is a weapon, but in the eyes of the ancients, it is a large and exquisite toy. This kind of thing naturally needs to be made by craftsmen who do fine work. She lives in the modern age where the streets are full of electronic products. I never thought about how unnatural the ancient locksmiths were.