Therefore, the blacksmith shop is very deserted.

But the amazing thing is that the blacksmith shop has always existed.

I don’t know what the owner of the blacksmith shop thinks. He keeps losing money and never looks back. Could it be that he has a mine at home?

Moreover, the centenarians in the city discovered that the blacksmith shop seemed to have existed since they were born.

And when they were about to die, the blacksmith shop still existed.

Unreasonable!

On this day, the blacksmith shop was still the same as before, and there was a clanging sound early in the morning... which made the new tenants of the nearby inn become furious.

But for people who have lived here for a long time, it is nothing.

If one day they can't hear the sound of hammering, but they are not used to it... Sometimes when they think about it, they will deeply doubt whether they are a bit cheap!

"There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, which means more than 360,000 days in a thousand years. How many kitchen knives and hoes can be made?"

Outside the blacksmith shop, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

"Depending on the size of the knife, it ranges from one to ten taels of silver. Just give it to me and put the money in the box!"

In the blacksmith shop, a shirtless middle-aged man said without raising his head.

"What I want is not available here!"

The gentle voice sounded again.

"Then go elsewhere and don't obstruct people's eyes here!"

"I want a gun, gun name..."

The gentle voice paused slightly:

"Bluish Yellow Spring!"

Keng!

In the blacksmith shop, there was a crisp sound.

Then, the sound of continuous hammering disappeared.
Chapter completed!