Liu Zian said directly:

"Zheyi Canal is a major water conservancy project. Cutting it into a straight line may indeed be able to cure the floods in Longcheng once and for all. However, it is not as technical as Di Gong Gate and has a small amount of work. On the contrary, it will be very difficult to solve within three months."

Once it is drilled through, this kind of project will take at least a hundred days."

He breathed a sigh of relief at the same time: "And old sir, you only need the last three months, so we on the west bank of Butterfly Creek have no worries for the time being, but this will affect the livelihood of Guyue Sword Shop in half a year..."

Old Jiangzuo was suddenly no longer interested in what he said next. He had just said that in three months the flood would be overwhelming.

"What about Di Gong Gate?" the old man asked again with a cold face, "I heard that it hasn't been repaired yet, so what are you talking about?"

Liu Zian looked a little embarrassed:

"Digong Gate should be built by the Longcheng County Government. They should be anxious, but the current situation...the county government was led astray by the new county magistrate and turned around to dig the Zheyi Canal..."

Old Craftsman waved his hand and interrupted: "So you don't want to practice any more, right?"

Liu Zian immediately shook his head vigorously.

Old Jiangzuo turned around, stared into his eyes, and said word by word:

"Don't bother me with these messy things. I only care about the sword and the 'qi' of Butterfly Creek. You can handle the other chores. This is what you personally promised when I brought it to your Liu family."

Liu Zian lowered his head and raised his eyebrows: "I understand, old gentleman, the Duke Di Gate will definitely be repaired, and the water level of Butterfly Creek will never rise within three months. I will discuss it with my elder brother when I get back."

Old Jiangzuo looked at him for a while, nodded, and prepared to return to the hut.

Liu Zian showed a look on his face that was hesitant to speak.

The old craftsman paused and didn't bother to look back: "If you fart, hurry up."

"It's like this. The new county magistrate is in a bit of trouble. My eldest brother is also discussing with the big shots above. But I thought, isn't the old gentleman also a big shot? Maybe I can give him some..."

Liu Zian stopped talking appropriately and said sincerely: "But it's okay. The old gentleman is busy, so it's okay if he can't spare his hand."

"You're quite smart, kid."

Old Jiangzuo chuckled, stood there and thought for a moment, "Okay."

He suddenly turned around, pointed at the blazing Jia San Sword Stove by Butterfly Creek at the foot of the mountain, and said calmly:

"The Jiayi sword furnace cannot be moved. The small furnace below belongs to me, although I haven't used it for a long time... Hehe, I will give you a small gadget in a few days, use it to solve the problem, or give you someone who can

The one who solves the problem. Please don’t bother me again in these three months.”

"Yes!" Liu Zian nodded immediately and decided on the fate of nearly a hundred swordsmiths under the mountain without even thinking about it.

Instead, he said with a grateful face: "Thank you, old sir!"

The old craftsman turned around and went back to the house. He seemed to think of something on the way. He shook his head and muttered: "What kind of things are they? They use the same grade stove as me?"

Liu Zian, who was holding his breath, was confused when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He remained motionless on the spot and respectfully watched the old man leave.

The old man put his hands behind his back, pointed to the wine bottle, and walked towards the Jiayi Sword Stove that had been out of service for many years and seemed abandoned.

He is not a craftsman.

He is a swordsmith.

He wants to forge a flying sword and teach all the qi practitioners in the world to lose their heads.
Chapter completed!