Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

"You kid turned out to be a dog... How nice!"

Seeing that Chen Changfan’s business is so big.

Deng Jiuxian almost said something stupid, but Chen Changfan threw a jar of lantern wine at him. A smile appeared on Deng Jiuxian's face and he immediately changed his words.

"How is Old Shen?" Chen Changfan looked at Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu replied respectfully, "Thanks to the master's elixir and poisonous insects, Butler Shen is still alive. We just asked a doctor to come and see him. The doctor said he will be safe within three days, but he said his medical skills are not good enough to prepare an antidote."

At this point, Aunt Liu couldn't help but show worry on her face. If the antidote couldn't be found, Butler Shen would still die in three days.

There are a lot of things to take care of in this supermarket now. If Butler Shen is gone, I'm afraid it will be a mess.

"You should each take charge of your respective tasks, and discuss the rest with Cuiyun."

Chen Changfan touched his nose.

Without Shen Wanwu, the chief steward, he felt a little uneasy. It seemed that he had to find the antidote as soon as possible to remove the poison from Shen Wanwu's body.

Fortunately, Shen Cuiyun has already completed the site selection for the restaurant. While the renovation is going on, let her help look after it. After all, she is our daughter-in-law, and it will not be wrong for her to be in charge.

"Take a look at each of you. Is there anything else that is difficult to handle?"

Chen Changfan looked at the consuls.

"Boss, there's something wrong with that Moyun Iron Forged Knife."

With the previous experience as a lesson, Han the blacksmith reported the problem immediately.

"Go and have a look."

Han the blacksmith led the way in front, Chen Changfan changed his clothes and strode forward. Deng Jiuxian raised his eyebrows and followed behind them.

"What does that beggar-like guy do?" Aunt Liu asked curiously.

"He's a drunkard. The boss drank a few sips of wine from him and then followed him all the way here." Old Wei's tone was also a little helpless.

In just a short while, the drunkard had already drunk two jars of lantern wine.

"That man looks so sloppy. He just took advantage of our kindness and came here to eat and drink." Aunt Liu curled her lips, obviously she didn't have a good impression of Deng Jiuxian.

……

Sparks flew in the smithy.

Blacksmith Han swung the hammer with his bare chest, and beads of sweat hit the red-hot Moyun iron, making a sizzling sound.

"Hey, it's cracked again!"

He lifted up the iron blank that already had the shape of a long sword. Irregular cracks gradually appeared on the iron blank. A look of regret flashed across Han the blacksmith's face. He put down the hammer dejectedly and sighed, "This is the fifty-fifth time! Every time, just as the blade blank is forged,..."

Blacksmith Han wiped his face, and the black ash mixed with sweat made his face look like a smudge.

Chen Changfan moved closer, followed by a sloppy man who reeked of alcohol.

The man had a cracked gourd on his waist. It swayed every three steps and almost knocked over the quenching barrel.

"Where did this drunkard come from? Don't hurt yourself by being so clumsy." A blacksmith snorted.

They forged the Moyun iron day and night, but cracks always appeared after the embryo was formed. The constant frustration almost drove these dark-skinned men crazy.

They all knew that whether the sword could be forged successfully was related to a huge order. Now that the crack had not been resolved, they were ashamed and annoyed.

Deng Jiuxian burped and ignored the young blacksmith's words. Instead, he knocked the gourd mouth on the anvil, rolled up his sleeves, and said to Han the blacksmith, "Get out of the way."

Han the blacksmith was stunned at first, then anger appeared on his face. When he was about to speak, he saw Chen Changfan winking at him. He opened his mouth, but finally took a few steps back silently.

"Could it be that Brother Deng also forges swords?" Chen Changfan asked tentatively. He saw that the muscles on Deng Jiuxian's exposed forearm were clearly visible, as if they had been chopped by a knife or an axe. He didn't look like a drunkard at all, but rather a martial artist who had trained his body.

Chen Changfan was curious, so he asked Han the blacksmith to move aside and try out Deng Jiuxian's methods.

Although this guy looked like an ordinary drunk, no drunk could ignore the aftermath of the fight between the two warriors who had climbed the stairs, let alone take out 200 taels of silver to buy two jars of wine.

Judging from his experience as a human being in two lifetimes, this Deng Jiuxian must have some extraordinary qualities.

If not, just pretend he didn't say it.

Deng Jiuxian drunkenly reached into his arms and took out a small paper bag.

He carefully opened the paper package, revealing a handful of fine sand with a faint starlight. No one could recognize what it was at first.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he picked up the tongs and took out a piece of red-hot Moyun iron from the furnace. Then he picked up the largest hammer beside him and swung it high up as if it was effortless.

"This drunk is so strong!"

clang!

The hammer fell down with a loud bang, creating a lot of sparks, and the extremely hard Moyun iron was obviously deformed.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The hammer fell like a violent storm, leaving all the blacksmiths speechless.

It's obvious that this hammering technique is only performed by an expert. Even Han the blacksmith is obviously inferior to him, let alone them.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of hammers fell rapidly. Deng Jiuxian grabbed a handful of fine sand and sprinkled it evenly on the iron blank, gradually hammering it into the shape of a long sword.

This time, miraculously, no cracks appeared.

"Boys, do you know why the Ink Blade Sect insists on using Ink Cloud Iron?" He spat a mist of wine onto the iron blank. The moment the gravel came into contact with the wine, blue flames burst out. "Ink Cloud Iron contracts and expands greatly, which is why the Ink Blade Slash can exert its maximum power. However, because of this peculiar property of Ink Cloud Iron, cracks easily appear during the forging process. It must be tempered with this meteorite sand, so that it can... hiccup!"

The hammers fell like rain. After Deng Jiuxian picked up the hammer, his whole temperament seemed to have changed, and everyone was so shocked that they dared not breathe.

As everyone held their breath, the iron blank had already become a knife.

Deng Jiuxian picked up the water scoop with drunken eyes. The moment the cold pond water was poured on it, the blade hummed like a dragon's roar.

Ink Knife, done!

Silver spots appeared on the inky blade surface, which was exactly the "ink-dyed galaxy" knife pattern recorded in the Mo Dao Sect's classics.

The fact that it can forge star spots is enough to show that the quality of this knife is extremely good, and it is also a rare top-quality product in the Modao Sect.

When everyone looked at Deng Jiuxian again, their contempt had completely disappeared and was replaced by respect for the strong man.

"Burp..." Deng Jiuxian pretended to be exhausted, and sat down on the firewood, shaking the gourd upside down. "I'm thirsty."

Blacksmith Han stepped forward and picked up the still warm ink knife. He suddenly pulled out a beard and placed it on the blade.

call!

With a breath of air, the beard was split in two.

It can cut hair with a single blow, the best knife among all.

Chen Changfan threw a wine bag and caught a glimpse of Deng Jiuxian's right hand holding the palm of his hand as he caught the wine.

——There is a layer of white cocoon there that looks like a thousand-year-old black ice, which is the callus caused by holding the hammer for many years.

This drunkard must have quite a story. "Chapter 2 is here~ I'm really working hard on it!"