The thirteenth year of Tianqing in the State of Wei.

As soon as mid-February arrives, all kinds of flowers are gradually blooming in the warm spring breeze, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

In the vast capital city, Pingkangfang is not a lively place. There are only a few shops scattered on both sides of the street, which looks particularly deserted in the morning light.

Huan Yu lifted the curtain of the car, looked around with his beautiful and narrow phoenix eyes, and his eyes finally fell on the five words "Tang Ji Blacksmith Shop".

"Master..." Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Sang Pu, the servant beside him, whispered.

Fengshou, the servant who was responsible for driving the car, jumped off the shaft and said with a smile: "Master, the young man said just now that we were coming too early, and 80% of the shopkeepers are still sleeping!"

Sang Pu said: "Just counting you talk too much, why don't you hurry up and call the door."

Fengshou secretly glanced at the indifferent master, pouted and walked to the gate of the blacksmith shop.

He raised his hand and patted it twice, and heard a "creaking" sound. The door was pulled open by someone, and a small head with a pair of buns came out.

"Who is the noise in the early morning!"

Fengshou looked down and saw a short little girl looking at him with a black and dirty face, her eyes wide open, and she looked only six or seven years old.

The other party is young and a girl, so it’s hard to argue with her for the harvest. He said patiently: “Where is Manager Tang here? We are..."

The little girl shouted impatiently to the shop, "Dad, business is coming--"

After saying that, she opened the door and ran across the street with her short legs, forcing Fenghuo, who was standing at the door, back several steps back.

What is the attitude of the little brat?!

Before the harvest could come, Huan Yu and Sang Pu had already come behind him.

Sang Pu stretched his neck and looked into the shop: "Master, we..."

Some words are really hard to speak.

There are a lot of iron tools piled up in this blacksmith shop, but looking around, they are all farm tools, which are completely incompatible with what they want.

Moreover, the shop is very cramped and has almost no place to stay. I have always liked to be clean and tidy. How can I get in?

Huan Yu looked at the messy ground, and his brows frowned slightly: "Forget it, just wait here."

Sang Pu and Fengshou dared not talk much and stood side by side.

Soon, a short and sturdy man with a small teapot in his hand walked out of the inside.

He narrowed his eyes and observed the three masters and servants standing at the door.

The two servants are pretty and upright, and look very smart and clever.

The master is an extremely handsome boy. His clothes are not complicated, and his gentle and elegant temperament exudes a hint of dignity, which is no less than the young master of the high school in Beijing whom he had seen before.

But the boy's eyes were faintly alienated, and he didn't look like someone who was easy to get along with.

The bearded man walked out of the shop, took a sip of tea with the mouthpiece of the pot before saying, "Is there anything wrong with my son?"

Huan Yu smiled slightly: "I heard that the shopkeeper of the Tangji Blacksmith shop was superb, so I came to order something."

The bearded man laughed and said, "I am the shopkeeper of this shop, but..."

He turned his body to point at the farm tools piled up everywhere: "Young Master also saw it. The shop has only such a simple skill, and you can barely make a living. You still..."

Huan Yu waved his hand: "Shopkeeper Tang, don't be humble. Is it okay? Let's see the drawing first."

Sang Pu, who was standing behind him, quickly took out the small scroll in his sleeve and held it in front of the two of them.

Manager Tang's eyebrows moved slightly, but he did not touch the scroll.

Huan Yu smiled slightly again, reached out to take the scroll and slowly opened it.

Seeing him so persistent, Manager Tang couldn't help but feel curious and looked over.

"This..." His eyes couldn't hide the surprise, and his voice was trembling.

I really can't blame him for being impatient. Something he had been thinking about for many years suddenly appeared in front of him. If there was no fluctuation at all, would he still be considered a human being?

Huan Yu asked: "Have you seen this thing?"

Manager Tang swallowed and shook his head vigorously: "Never."

Huan Yu was speechless. Does this person treat himself as a fool or a blind man?

Fengshou on the side couldn't help it: "Shopkeeper Tang, just tell me if this can be fought?"

"There is nothing in the world that my father can't beat!"

At some point, the short little girl came back.

I saw her holding a big bun with a mouthful in her hands, trying to tiptoe to stare at the pattern. Her mouth was oily and looked a little funny, but she was quite cute.

"Even meat buns can't block your mouth!" Manager Tang rubbed his daughter's little head.

The little girl shouted dissatisfiedly: "It's all, nine..."

The rest of the words were blocked by her father with a big bun.

Manager Tang was almost furious: "The bigger it is, the more unreasonable it is. You only buy breakfast!"

After all, the little girl is young, so she still remembers what she was saying just now. She argued angrily: "Two meat buns are sold for one, you only gave me one. If Aunt Cai hadn't spared one, I wouldn't even be able to eat this!"

Manager Tang pretended to raise his big palm and acted to hit her.

The little girl was very clever and hid behind Huan Yu with her bun.

How could Huan Yu not see this little trick? He put away the pattern and said coldly: "Can you not give a correct word from the shopkeeper Tang?"

Manager Tang smiled and took back his hand, feeling a little embarrassed: "It's not that I can't, it's just that I don't have good iron at hand."

Huan Yu raised his eyebrows: "According to your opinion, as long as there is good iron, you can type it out?"

Manager Tang answered very simply this time: "Tang can give it a try."

Huan Yu bowed: "Then please ask Manager Tang to wait a moment, and I will come to the door in five days."

Manager Tang hurriedly smiled and returned the favor: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say..."

While talking, an extremely luxurious carriage rushed past them, and the rapid and crisp sound of horse hooves interrupted Manager Tang's words.

"Crown Prince Hua's carriage!" the little girl exclaimed in an equally crisp voice.

Sang Pu and Fengshou are both first time coming to the capital and are not familiar with the people and things here, so they are not interested in the "Crown Prince of Flowers" mentioned by the little girl.

But this luxurious carriage, to be precise, was the two snow-white horses that pulled the carriage, inevitably attracted their attention.

Huan Yu glanced at the two of them indifferently, nodded at the shopkeeper Tang, and turned toward his carriage.

The two servants woke up and chased after them together.

After the harvest pulled the reins of the horse, Sang Pu quickly lifted the curtain of the car.

However, as soon as Huan Yu stepped onto the car with one leg, another noisy sound came from the intersection of the street.

Several people turned around at the same time, and saw dozens of decorated carriages rushing towards them.

This street is not spacious and can only accommodate two carriages side by side. In such cases, they cannot avoid it.

Huan Yuchong was still stunned and shouted: "Get on the bus!"

The master and servant were both good at it and quickly rushed into the carriage.

Soon they were submerged in the rolling traffic.

The aroma of powder all over the surroundings made Huan Yu breathing a little difficult. As soon as he planned to change his seat, his handsome face suddenly turned dark.

I saw a little girl lying on his lap, and the hem of her snow-white robe was rubbed with some mimeograms.

When he got in the car just now, he felt his right leg was a little heavy, and he still heard the shouts of Manager Tang. Unexpectedly, it was this little girl...

Sang Pu felt his scalp numb and quickly pulled the fleshy little girl off the master's legs.

The little girl didn't mean anything to be afraid, and even stuffed the remaining meat buns into her mouth.
Chapter completed!