In the early morning, as soon as the sky got up, a sound of ding-dong irons came from outside the door. The sound was like the sound of spring water in the mountains, crisp and cold. After listening for a long time, it would feel like the sound of a wind chime, which was very pleasant.

The ironclad sound lasted for a while and would stop, and then an old voice would come from a young man and instruct him, "Lei'er, there is not enough firepower, add some more firewood!"

"I know Grandpa!"

...

After living in the unknown old man's house for more than a month, Su Zheng finally got out of bed, but unfortunately, his health still did not recover.

The spiritual sea in his body was like a mountain forest that had been drought for more than ten years, wrinkled and gloomy, without any spiritual energy or vitality; his tendons and veins were like dead grass, and they could not even sense any spiritual energy.

He thought for a long time and attributed this to the reason why he consumed too hard at the beginning, so that the spiritual sea was exhausted, like a dry well. If there was no rainfall, it would never have water again.

But he hasn't remembered what rain is yet to think of it.

The body was unable to recover, but what was even more serious was that this affected his throat. I wonder if it was too serious at the beginning, which caused his throat to be injured. Now the injuries outside the body have healed, but he just couldn't speak. Every time he spoke, he would scream "ah ah ah" so that the grandfather and grandson misunderstood and thought he was originally mute.

Because every time he spoke "Ahhhhh" three times, the little guy named "Lei'er" gave him a name, A San.

Su Zheng could only accept this name, after all, he could not refuse.

When Su Zheng walked out of the door, he came outside the door and saw the grandfather and grandson thrusting. Su Zheng naturally took over the work of burning the fire.

After living here for more than half a year, Su Zheng already knew how far he had floated.

The current small mountain village is called Tiangong Village, which is a remote small village in Dongjun. The two fathers who saved him were named Tong and grandfathers were called Tong Gong, but most of the people in the village called him Old Tong.

The child's name is Tong Lei, and he is an orphan. His parents were killed by bandits in their early years. Since then, they have followed Mr. Tong for life. The two of them live in a simple iron smelting house. They help the villagers to make irons and temper some knives and farm tools, and they can barely survive.

But now there is an extra "Asan", and Tong Lao felt a little stressed. However, he is kind by nature. Seeing that Su Zheng is a mute, he couldn't bear to drive him away. So after Su Zheng recovered from his injuries, he stayed to help them work.

The few months I lived here were a relaxed day for Su Zheng. He felt like he was returning to Xiaoniu Village after he was a child. Although the villagers of Xiaoniu Village did not treat him so well, they at least had no other pressure.

Su Zheng lived here very easily. Even though he was poor, he was still very happy.

"Asan, add more fire, we need to make two more pairs of scissors, and sell them to the town later, and exchange them for more food and come back."

Mr. Tong beat him for a while and his forehead was already sweating profusely, but when he thought of his livelihood, he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

“Ahhhh…”

When Su Zheng heard this, he nodded immediately.

He also wanted to take out some things from the storage ring to help Mr. Tong, but now he has no spiritual power and cannot open the storage ring, so he has to give up this idea.

But Su Zhenghuran thought again that he seemed to have the identity of a weapon refiner and could not do anything else, but it should be no problem to help the old man make a blacksmith.

Moreover, even though he has no spiritual power, his power is not comparable to that of Mr. Tong because he is refining his body.

So Su Zheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately dropped the firewood in his hand and stood up, gestured to Tong Lao, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Old Tong looked at Su Zheng's movements and was stunned for a moment. Seeing Su Zheng pointing at him, he gestured to make a blacksmith, and pointed at Old Tong, asking him to go to the stove. After looking at him for a long time, he realized it and suddenly said, "You want me to burn the fire, you can make a blacksmith, right?"

"Ahhhh..." Su Zheng nodded hurriedly.

Mr. Tong smiled and said, "Do you know?"

Su Zheng patted his chest, looking at you as if you were relieved, and then snatched the hammer and the pig iron clipped from Mr. Tong and swung it immediately.

Dangdang, Dangdang...

At first, Mr. Tong was not relieved, but when he saw Su Zheng knocking, he felt very skillful and felt relieved. While squatting down to burn the fire, he said wonderingly: "Asan, did you just make a blacksmith before? You seem to be very skilled at your appearance."

“Ahhhh…”

Su Zheng was just trying to make a blacksmith, and just said a few random sounds to be answered.

Mr. Tong didn't expect to ask, but just watched Su Zheng beat the scissors in a few strokes, and it seemed to be better than him, so he kept praising him, "Okay... I didn't expect that A San is still a capable person, so you can follow me to learn to imitate in the future!"

While adding firewood to the stove, Mr. Tong praised Su Zheng and touched his grandson's head. For him, as long as life is guaranteed, there is nothing to worry about. After all, no one is busy for life.

When Su Zheng heard this, he immediately showed a smile and nodded vigorously, "Ahhhh..."

Jinglei City is a county town ten miles away from Tiangong Village. On weekdays, villagers come here to buy and sell things.

Behind a scalper cart, Mr. Tong was sitting in the front of the car driving the scalper. In addition to ten scissors and ten kitchen knives, there were Su Zheng and Tong Lei.

At this moment, the two of them were sitting behind the car, and they were both gnawing on the wild fruits picked from the mountains and eating them with relish.

Tong Lei kept talking along the way, and Su Zheng kept nodding.

"Asan, do you know the monk?"

“Ahhhh…”

"I heard that monks can fly to the sky, but I don't know if it's true. I, Zhang Da, also want to be a monk, and I want to fly to the sky. Do you think I can?"

“Ahhhh…”

Su Zheng gave Tong Lei a thumbs up and signaled that he would do it. The little guy immediately laughed happily.

Soon, Jinglei City arrived. Su Zheng and Tong Lei got out of the car. When they arrived at the city gate, Su Zheng saw a reward order at the city gate.

When I walked up to see, I found that there was a reward for me.

Not only does his appearance, but his portrait is also written on it, but the reward is also amazing. As long as he can provide information, he can get a reward of 10,000 yuan.

The reward order seemed to have been pasted for a long time, and the paper had turned yellow and a large corner had been torn off.

After all, Su Zheng drifted from the Northern Region to the East County and recovered from the injury, which has been almost a year since the period of time. In addition, Su Zheng is not only a mute, but also a mute with a sloppy face and a sloppy appearance. Now even if people from the five major families meet here, they may not be able to recognize him.

Su Zheng was ecstatic when he saw the reward order. At this time, Tong Lei ran over and saw Su Zheng looking at the reward order again, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Asan, do you know the words?"

Su Zheng looked down at Tong Lei, immediately smiled, waved his hand and said, "Ahhhh..."
Chapter completed!