"What materials do you need?" Xin Peng asked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Pig iron, of course, and my blacksmith's tools, but the main thing is that the tools are gone, and they are all left in the north." The blacksmith's expression immediately fell into a depression.

"So how do you find the tools?" Xin Peng asked.

"I went to look for the place I left behind, but I never wanted to go back there." The blacksmith's face took on a look of fear.

"I'll go with you, you don't have to be afraid of anything with me." Xin Peng patted his chest and said.

The blacksmith conjured up images of the living dead in his mind, and the thought of this made the blacksmith tremble.

"No, I'm not going, I don't want to go over Changbai Mountain again in my life." The blacksmith curled up in the corner, shivering all the time.

"What are you afraid of?" Xin Peng deliberately leaned over to the blacksmith and teased.

"The Living Dead! The other side of Changbai Mountain is full of living dead! The blacksmith's teeth chattered.

"Hey! I thought it was, wasn't it the living dead! I've also seen it in the capital, it's all a bunch of waste, and one will be killed in three or five strokes. Xin Peng said.

"You know what! You haven't seen the number of the living dead, hundreds of thousands, no, maybe even more by now! The blacksmith's expression was already very frightened, for when the savages were gnawed, they were all watched by the blacksmith.

"Is it that scary?" Xin Peng was still a little unconvinced.

"If you don't believe me, then go over and see for yourself, but don't blame me if you can't come back!" The blacksmith said.

"Then I'm not going, I want you to build me a weapon!" Xin Peng said.

"You're really welcome, why should I build you a weapon!" The blacksmith pouted.

"Just because we know each other now!" Xin Peng touched the blacksmith with his elbow and said with a hippie smile.

"Even if I want to build it for you, it won't work, there is no pig iron to be found in this wasteland city, and there are also my iron-striking tools." The blacksmith said disappointedly.

"Think of a way! There's always a way. Xin Peng said in an encouraging tone.

"If you think of a way, there will be no way, do you think I don't want to strike iron? My palms itch every day, I've been beating iron all my life, and I can only feel at ease when I look at the flames in the furnace every day, and now that the furnace is gone, I don't think it's interesting to live. The blacksmith said.

At this time, Xinpeng lifted the collapsed house, revealing an iron frame under the bricks, which was the blacksmith's furnace.

The blacksmith was still curled up in the corner of the wall at this time, complaining, not looking at what Xin Peng was doing.

Xin Peng dragged the furnace out of the rubble, and the furnace was buried very deeply, and only Xin Peng's strength could pull it out.

The blacksmith was still talking to himself, when the blacksmith glanced in the direction of Shinho, and when he saw the furnace being dragged out, the blacksmith's eyes were moist.

"Haha! My Furnace! It turns out it's still here. The blacksmith shouted excitedly.

"I said there was always a way! Why don't you look for it in your house yourself! Can't you see anything in front of you? Xin Peng said.

Xin Peng dragged the furnace directly in front of the blacksmith, and then the two of them wiped the ashes on the furnace, and the blacksmith was already dancing on the side, happy as a child.

"Okay, right? Can you craft a weapon for me? Xin Peng patted the dust on his hands and said.

"It's not that easy, you have to have charcoal fire, iron tools, and most importantly, no pig iron." The blacksmith then fell into a state of disappointment.

"Where's your tool? Shouldn't there be one nearby? Xin Peng asked.

"No, I was taken away by those people along with my tools, and all my pig iron, I guess I can only find charcoal at home." The blacksmith said.

"Okay, I'll get you charcoal first, you quickly find a way to get something else, I'll let you build me a good weapon." Xin Peng said that he would do it, and immediately began to dig through the rubble.

The blacksmith was not idle, he himself wanted to rekindle the furnace, and as an old blacksmith, he really didn't want to see his furnace in a state of extinguishment.

Xin Peng dug up a large amount of charcoal from the rubble and stuffed it directly under the furnace.

"Let's light the fire!" Xin Peng said while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The blacksmith looked at the charcoal, and his eyes instantly turned rosy, and at this moment the blacksmith was very grateful to Xinpeng, because the furnace of his dreams had finally been found.

The blacksmith's hands trembled and rubbed the flint, and the blacksmith's mood at this moment was extremely excited, and every time he rubbed the flint, the blacksmith's heart would chuckle, and this excitement was the glory of the blacksmith's life.

"I remember the last time I lit a flint was when I was forty years old, and it's been twenty years now." The blacksmith said.

"Your furnace has been burning for twenty years?" Xin Peng was very surprised.

"Yes, twenty years, the fire of this furnace has been burning for twenty years, and I once swore to this furnace that as long as I have a breath, the fire of the furnace will not be extinguished! I have been keeping this promise all these years, but in the end I still can't resist the threat of life, those hateful people, if it weren't for them, this wish of mine would have stayed with me until I breathe. "The blacksmith felt very unwilling.

"Now that I'm here, you can rest assured." Shinho snatched the flint from the blacksmith's hand and helped the blacksmith light the furnace.

The blacksmith watched the charcoal burn, and the displeasure on his face immediately dissipated, and the blacksmith's mood suddenly improved.

"Haha...... My Furnace, My Flame! The blacksmith danced and shouted, like a child.

Xin Peng saw the blacksmith so happy, and he also felt a little comforted from the bottom of his heart.

"You can build me a weapon now, right?" Xin Peng urged the blacksmith to say.

"Don't worry, I have a way." The blacksmith said with a look of confidence.

"What can I do?" Xin Peng looked expectant.

"Come with me, go to the government office to find some iron tools, there may be tools there, but they are not as easy as mine." The blacksmith said.

Xin Peng followed the blacksmith to the mansion, and at this time, all the mansions had collapsed, and there was more rubble than private houses, and the degree of trampling was also very large.

Xin Peng rolled up his sleeves, the blacksmith commanded on the side, and the two began to search the mansion.

Sure enough, a lot of iron tools were found in the location of the prison cells of the government office, all of which were tools for the execution of prisoners.

In the armory, I also found a lot of weapons that had not been out of the warehouse, as well as a new set of iron-striking tools.

"I knew that this must be there, this is a set of iron-striking tools that I built for the government not long ago, but I didn't expect it to be back in my hands now." The blacksmith said with a satisfied look.

"You made this? That should be easy to use, right? Xin Peng asked.

"At that time, the time was very short, and the craftsmanship was not so exquisite, but it was still possible to make do with it." The blacksmith said.

Xinpeng's weapon building has officially begun.

(To be continued.) )