"Is there the most famous blacksmith in the imperial capital here?"

"Yes, this is a century-old blacksmith shop that has been passed down from generation to generation, except for the Ministry of Industry and the royal casters, this one is the most famous in the capital."

With respect on his face, the old coachman explained for her:

"In the capital, all blacksmiths who open shops must be registered with the court, and the work they take on every day, if it involves weapons, must also be registered, so that the court can check it at any time.

Every year after the imperial court inspection, they praised the things made in this blacksmith shop as the most practical and exquisite. ”

This is done to facilitate the control of the weapons of the state, and in the event of an assassination, the source of the weapons can be found.

However, Ming Yulong also heard clearly, it is a blacksmith who opens a shop, if he can make iron, and he doesn't need to open a shop to make money, the country still doesn't know what to do.

Therefore, the law can only serve as an overseer, and it is not a guarantee of infallibility.

But to think of this, it's already very good.

"Well, I got it." Ming Yulong asked the coachman to wait for her outside, and walked into the blacksmith's shop, it was still early in the morning, and there was no sound of clanging irons.

After Ming Yulong walked in, she saw a middle-aged man walking towards her from the house, looking at her, and asked kindly:

"This girl, is she going to build something?"

"Well, you should be opening the shop at this hour, right?" Ming Yulong saw that there was still some breakfast on the table, and asked with a smile.

"It's open, I don't know what Miss Lu Dao wants to fight?"

The middle-aged man took a look at what she was wearing, and saw that her clothes were worth a lot of money, and she had the outstanding demeanor of everyone's ladies, so she was not expected to be a girl from a small family.

Ming Yulong looked around, walked to the table and sat down,

"Naturally, you came here to hunt things, are you a blacksmith here?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, naturally yes, I don't know what the girl wants to fight, but did you bring the drawings?" ”

Hearing this, Ming Yulong's eyes flashed, and he took out an egg pancake from the breakfast on the table without hurry, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"It's so fragrant, did you make it yourself?" She took a bite and nodded incessantly,

"It's delicious, I haven't had breakfast yet, don't you mind eating one?"

The middle-aged man's face was a little ugly, and he didn't seem to see any little girl coming, so he sat at home and ate the things of the master's house, looked at Ming Yulong and said:

"This girl, what are you going to fight, give it to me now, and I'll see if I can make it."

"Don't worry, you didn't eat breakfast either, use it together, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Ming Yulong smiled like a spring breeze blowing willows, didn't care about the middle-aged man's face at all, and beckoned him to come over.

"If you don't eat enough, how are you going to do something later?"

The middle-aged man looked at it again and again, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly walked over, sat on the opposite side of the table, glanced at the things on the table, seemed to have no appetite, took a steamed bun and put it in his mouth, and said again:

"Girl, the business of our blacksmith shop is very good, if you want to make something, show it to me.

If not, I can't keep entertaining here, and I'll have to strike iron next! ”

"There are very few people who want to drive customers away when doing business like you."