After being dressed as the second male, she was bent by the female lead

Zhang Nanny's words made Shu Qingwan feel uncomfortable for several days, even when she saw Ruan Lianyi who had finally escaped from the house, the depression in her heart did not completely dissipate, and she was depressed all day long.

After Ruan Lianyi sent her back that evening, she still decided to give Ruan Lianyi an object. No matter whether it was called an ordinary gift or a "love token", she wanted to send her heart to the other party. hand.

The originally excited idea was quickly poured cold water by the reality, because Shu Qingwan didn't have much money at all, and she had no extra possessions at all besides food and clothing when she stayed in the manor.

And just looking at Ruan Lianyi's clothes, she knew that her family must be either rich or noble. Even if she sold all her wealth, she would not be able to buy anything that Ruan Lianyi liked.

Shu Qingwan thought for a long time in frustration, and finally decided to make a wooden sword for Ruan Lianyi by himself.

Although her and Ruan Lianyi's swordsmanship has improved a lot, it's not yet the time to really wear swords. Xuanqing may be afraid that they will be accidentally injured by swords, so all these years, they have been telling them to use the wood provided by the bamboo garden. Sword practice.

So giving a wooden sword is the best choice that is practical and does not cost money, because making a wooden sword only takes time and energy, and the material is naturally grown, and it is also the most decent gift she can give so far.

So when Ruan Lianyi sent Shu Qingwan back the next day, she didn't return to the manor immediately, but hid behind the big tree at the intersection. She didn't come out until the sound of Ruan Lianyi's horse's hooves disappeared at the end of the path.

She leaned over to the end of the path uneasy again, making sure that the figure was too small to be seen by the naked eye, and then ran into the depths of the woods.

In the past more than a month, when she came back every day, she would stay in the woods for an extra half an hour, until the last ray of the sun climbed below the horizon of the light source, and she reluctantly hid the things in her hand, and then returned to the manor.

After a long period of time, she really made a decent wooden sword.

But after all, she has no experience, deducting those half-finished products that are bad, and almost all of the remaining finished works are very similar to the wooden swords in the bamboo garden.

But she hadn't seen too many styles of swords, neither Xuan Qing nor Liao Hui in Zhuyuan had swords, let alone the three little ones, they didn't even have the qualifications to wear swords.

The only time she had ever seen a real sword was when she and Ruan Lianyi sneaked into the city once, and saw a knight resting at a food stall on the street, and the knight had a beautiful sword in his hand.

The sword immediately attracted the attention of the two of them. Ruan Lianyi told her at that time that when they grew up, they would also have such a good sword, and then go to the rivers and lakes together.

It's just that the sword's style is complicated, and she couldn't fully express it with wood, so she had to give up.

After thinking about it, she decided to find some time to go out to find inspiration, and then consider whether to make a different wooden sword again.

In the day-to-day entanglement, I finally waited until the day when Ruan Lianyi pretended to be a lady at home. On that day, Shu Qing practiced swords in the woods for a while as usual, and then walked to the nearest market.

The market is not big, but compared to the urban area, it is the closest purchasing place to the manor. More importantly, she vaguely remembers that when Ruan Lianyi took her there last time, she seemed to have seen a family there. iron shop.

At that time, they were just wandering around, so they didn't pay much attention to what was in the iron shop, but she seemed to remember that there were some horse bridles and shoes beside the cast iron stove, as well as a few rough-looking swords.

But they were just passing by at that time, and they didn't see the place clearly. Now they can only try their luck and see if there is any surprise.

After all, she has no choice now, her usual path is very single, and she sees only a handful of things, so she can't make anything special at all.

There are naturally more choices in the city, but if you want to go to the city, you will have to walk for at least half a day just by foot, and the sky is not enough to support her to rush back to the manor before dark.

Usually, in order to guard against the suspicion of the nuns, she rushed back to the manor before dark every day. If she wanted to go to the city, she would not be able to go back before dark, so she had to give up.

Shu Qingwan stepped up the pace according to the road in memory, but still walked for more than an hour before arriving at the market.

This place is said to be a market, but in fact it is only a place where the surrounding villages go to the market occasionally, so it is only lively during the few days of the month when the market is held. Usually, it is just a few ordinary farmhouses, selling some basic life. supplies.

When Shu Qing arrived late, it was not the time to go to the market, so there were very few pedestrians on the street.

She saw the iron shop in the corner at the end of the market at a glance, where the sound of clanging metal was being heard, and the cast iron master next to the iron stove rolled up his sleeves and stood there, wiping the sweat on his forehead indiscriminately.

There are several long and short utensils burning in the iron stove, because the distance is too far to see what they are, only the fire under the stove burns the iron stove red, and the sparks in the stove fly up when the utensils are turned , the heat of the fire seems to be watched from afar, and it can burn the faces of passers-by.

Shu Qingwan was overjoyed, and didn't care about taking a break, so he hurried a few steps to the door of the iron shop, and sure enough, he saw a few iron utensils in the shape of swords and swords beside the stove, which seemed to be semi-finished products that were about to be completed.

She stared at the swords with bright eyes, but dared not go forward.

It's like a person who has been hungry for a long time and suddenly sees a shop selling steamed buns on the street. Although she really wants to eat it, she can only stop because of her lack of money.

Her abnormal stay was finally noticed by the cast iron master. The master picked up the cloth strip around his neck that had been rubbed so that the color could not be seen, wiped the sweat, and asked casually: "Young lady, do you want to do something?"

Shu Qingwan pursed her lips and shook her head.

The movement of the cast iron master's hands did not stop, following Shu Qingwan's gaze, he glanced at the sword next to the stove, and asked again: "Then you want to buy something?"

Shu Qingwan's gaze dimmed imperceptibly, paused, and shook his head again.

Now the cast iron master was taken aback. The other party neither bought nor made things, so what exactly was he going to do? It couldn't be selling things, right?

Although there is indeed no pawn shop nearby, he can't pawn things here, can he?

Shu Qingwan didn't answer directly twice, and the cast iron master didn't want to embarrass himself, so he continued to do his own thing.

In fact, he is just the iron casting master and manager of this shop, and he usually takes care of the chores of the shop. The real owner of the iron shop is the Pei family in Fuyan District. They are just a small iron shop under the Pei family's name.

Therefore, the shop rarely accepts loose orders, and of course there is no need to take the initiative to entertain customers. If a customer needs to order something, he will naturally state his request, and there is no need for him to ask one by one.

If it wasn't for seeing that Shu Qingwan was alone and about the same age as his daughter, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to talk to her.

The cast iron master endured it for a while, seeing that Shu Qingwan had no intention of leaving, he finally couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, murmured for a moment, and asked another question softly: "Then what are you going to do? Can you tell me?" , see if I can help you."

Originally looking at Shu Qingwan, a lonely little girl, he already felt a bit more intolerable, if it was someone else, he would just ignore it if he ignored it, but this girl has such beautiful features that people can't help it, he I had no choice but to take care of this nosy business.

Shu Qingwan struggled a few times, pointed to the swords beside the stove, and whispered: "I can, can you see those swords?"

The cast iron master was taken aback for a moment, and became a little puzzled: "Swords? What's so interesting about these swords, they haven't finished yet."

Shu Qingwan didn't answer the words of the cast iron master, but still stared at the newly formed swords.

"..." The cast iron master couldn't bear to refuse and took the swords to the stone pier in front of Shu Qingwan, "These are unfinished, there is nothing to see, you are going to make a sword ?"

Shu Qingwan didn't reach out to touch the swords in front of him, but only looked around a few times before answering the words of the cast iron master: "I didn't make swords, I...I wanted to make swords myself, but I don't know how to do it." Do."

These few words made the cast iron master dizzy, he understood for a while, and then said: "You mean, you want to make a sword yourself, but you don't know how to do it, do you?"

Shu Qingwan pursed her lips tightly and nodded.

"Then what kind of sword do you want?" The cast iron master had used up all his patience in his life. If it was someone else, he might have been kicked out with a stick, let alone asking the other party what kind of sword he wanted.

After exchanging a few words, it may be that the attitude of seeing the other party is quite patient. Shu Qingwan gradually opened up, and said out the distressed thoughts in his heart: "I want to make a wooden sword as a gift, but I just can't do anything special. look."

The cast iron master caught the point of this sentence at once, and said with a smile: "Give it away? Is it a gift for your sweetheart?"

Shu Qingwan didn't feel ashamed, but nodded sincerely.

She remembered seeing the three words "sweetheart" in a book. At that time, the book said that if a man likes a woman, that woman is the man's sweetheart.

Then she likes Ruan Lianyi, so Ruan Lianyi is naturally her sweetheart.

Seeing that Shu Qingwan showed no shyness, the cast iron master wanted to tease her again, and asked with a smile, "Isn't that a token of love?"

Unexpectedly, Shu Qingwan nodded again, with an even more affirmative expression than before.

Although Nanny Zhang told her that a gift from a woman to a woman cannot be called a token of love, she felt in her heart that Ruan Lianyi was the one she liked the most among all the people she met. The nature of love is a token of love.

The cast iron master was stunned for a moment, suddenly laughed a few times, and said cheerfully: "Okay! Then if you finish it, you can bring it to me to help you see it."

He didn't expect a little girl to be so frank about men and women, and he couldn't help admiring her temperament.

After he finished speaking, he added: "If you don't do it, then come tomorrow and I'll teach you."

Shu Qingwan didn't expect that the cast iron master would be so enthusiastic. Although she seldom communicates with outsiders, she also knows that most people in the world don't care about things that have nothing to do with her, especially things that are of no benefit to them. .

Shu Qingwan smiled gratefully, and most of the haze in her heart was swept away. She imitated Ruan Lianyi's usual manly etiquette, and said respectfully to the cast iron master: "Okay, then I will bring it tomorrow, and I will trouble you."

The cast iron master waved his hand, saying no thanks, and then picked up the hammer again, jingling the red-hot iron, hitting harder each time.

If you look carefully, you will find that the waving movement seems to be more powerful than before.

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The author has something to say:

The origin of the wooden sword is not only not wholesale, but also...cough!