Chapter 615： Encountered Song Qingshu

Coming to Fengyuan City, Jiang Siming fell into the city.

The matching sword of the female disciple of the Emei School before, this matching sword was too feminine, Jiang Siming didn't like it, so he didn't take it away.

However, the people in the rivers and lakes didn't have a sword and were too out of cards. Jiang Siming found a blacksmith's shop and asked the blacksmith to build himself a handy sword.

The type of sword is just as good as the eight-faced sword.

Where ordinary blacksmiths can make swords like the horror salamander, the eight-faced Han sword is quite good, and it is now in the Yuan Dynasty. The Han sword came from the Han Dynasty and has long existed.

Jiang Siming threw twelve taels of silver to the blacksmith as a deposit, and the blacksmith was overjoyed.

In the Yuan Dynasty, an ordinary sword was no more than two taels of silver, and a better one was no more than six or seven taels.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the purchasing power of a couple of silver was equivalent to 600 yuan, and a sword could be bought for more than one thousand yuan, but it was only about five thousand yuan better.

Jiang Siming pays a deposit of twelve taels, which is 6000 yuan.

This master blacksmith can earn two to three thousand a month, can you be unhappy?

"Young man, you are so lavish, you can't fool you at will. The young man was fortunate enough to get a small piece of mysterious iron, which he kept in the villain's house as the treasure of the town shop. Today, I will make this mysterious iron less. Xia builds the best sword."

The master blacksmith was very sincere, and Jiang Siming agreed with a smile.

Although it doesn't matter what sword he uses, who would think that his equipment is better.

After an appointment was made, Jiang Siming wandered around the city.

The economy of the Yuan Dynasty was actually relatively prosperous. The close business exchanges, coupled with the construction of the Grand Canal, resulted in the goods of the Yuan Dynasty being exported to other countries.

And this is the Yuan Dynasty in the novel, and many places are not as rigorous and boring as real history.

Anyway, Jiang Siming walked down all the way, which was a tour of the ancient business circle.

Tea houses, restaurants, archways, gambling houses and so on.

When Jiang Siming saw the word gambling shop, he suddenly had an idea. He just didn't know where to make money. It would be good to go gambling.

This gambling house is quite big, and hundreds of people in it are squandering their belongings.

All of them were men, some of them were smiling when they won money, and some were blushing when they lost.

Jiang Siming shook his head with a smile. These ancient men didn't know the shady scenes of casinos, and they were willing to be deceived if they did anything.

An hour later, when Jiang Siming came out again, he was carrying hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

The casino was directly emptied by him, and the dealer closed down, otherwise Jiang Siming could stay in it for a while.

As soon as he came out, Jiang Siming discovered that several people with good skills were following him.

Without even thinking about it, it must be someone in the casino.

After winning so much money, it's strange that the casino can stop.

However, Jiang Siming didn't care at all. He found that the casino money was pretty good. Then the silver tickets that he won would go to the money house to exchange for gold.

Jiang Siming found a restaurant and asked for a seat by the window. After checking the time, he would wake up for a long time, or Yuner would wake up worried.

"What does the guest officer want?" Xiao Er asked.

"Serve the best food and wine in your store." Jiang Siming said, putting a silver coin on the table.

The shop Xiaoer and modern urbanites saw the same expression as President Wang, and immediately took the money away, and went to serve Jiang Siming.

The food in the restaurant is fast, and Jiang Siming’s table is all eaten after a while.

They are made of pork, lamb, venison, wolf meat, etc., but not beef.

Cattle was a very important farmland resource in ancient times, and officials who dare to eat cattle must be decapitated.

Although they are all greasy meat dishes, the chef's taste is not bad, with a little appetite.

It is much better than the bandits in the cottage of the Flying Wolf Gang.

Drinking and eating meat, this kind of ancient chivalrous life has a special flavor.

At this time, it was time to eat, and there were more and more people in the restaurant.

Soon the restaurant business was full, and there were no vacant tables.

Most of the people who can come to the restaurant to eat are people from the rivers and lakes. Almost all those who come will carry weapons, or knives or swords.

Also, walking in these chaotic rivers and lakes without weapons is too dangerous.

At this time, another group of people walked into the restaurant, all wearing sapphire robes, and all of them were a group of young men.

The head is a little white face, who is white and pure, but his face looks like a wretched villain.

A simple and honest man followed this little white face.

After coming up, seeing that there were no seats, these people saw that Jiang Siming was the only one at the table.

The headed little white face walked over and held a fist towards Jiang Siming: "This brother, I was hungry and hungry when I came to this restaurant. If I can sit with my brothers, they are all children of the rivers and lakes. Can you do it? Convenience?"

"It's inconvenient. People are looking for other restaurants. There is more than one restaurant in this city." Jiang Siming replied without looking up.

"Brother, this is too unkind. We just want to sit together, not to eat and drink. You are not satisfied with this request, and you are too unwilling to give me Wudang Song Qing writing."

Xiao Bailian said that he reported his family, just to make Jiang Siming afraid.

He was upset when he saw Jiang Siming's face so much handsomer than him, and seeing that he didn't bring any weapons, Song Qingshu thought he was just a rich boy and ordered so many dishes.

"So you are Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao's son." Jiang Siming didn't expect to meet another well-known figure of Yitian here.

Song Qingshu, a hypocrite who deceived the master and betrayed the master.

For Song Qingshu, Jiang Siming only thinks that his name is good, but the name really doesn't match him.

It may be that Wudang Mountain is just such a heir, he was spoiled by his father and his uncles since childhood.

"It's good to know Xiongtai in Xia, so why not make it easy, and I am willing to make friends with Xiongtai as well." Song Qingshu proudly said with his head high.

"Sorry, I don't want to know you as a waste friend." Jiang Siming didn't get in.

Song Qingshu was furious: "Who do you say is trash!"

"Isn't it you, the dignified Wudang sentimental principal disciple, martial arts are not even considered third-rate, you said that you have a master like Zhang Zhenren, you are still so weak, what are you not rubbish?"

Jiang Siming took a sip of the old wine, and then said: "I'm sorry I am not targeting you, I just want to say that the youngest generation in Wudang... are all rubbish."

Jiang Siming fired this map and offended everyone in the Wudang faction.

Song Qingshu drew his sword and pointed at Jiang Siming, saying, "Since you have no eyes, then I want to see what role you are!"

After all, Song Qingshu ignored that this was a restaurant, and Tijian killed Jiang Siming. Other Wudang disciples also rushed forward, except for the honest man.

The people in the restaurant hurriedly left, for fear of harming Chiyu.

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