Chapter 615: Meeting Song Qingshu

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When he came to Fengyuan City, Jiang Siming fell into the city.

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

However, people in the rivers and lakes are too unprofessional without a sword. Jiang Siming found a blacksmith shop and asked the blacksmith to make a sword for himself.

The type of sword should be made according to the style of the eight-faced Han sword.

Where can ordinary blacksmiths make swords like Jingzao, the eight-faced Han sword is very good, and this is the Yuan Dynasty now, and the Han sword came from the Han Dynasty, and it has been there for a long time.

Jiang Siming threw 10 taels of silver to the blacksmith as a deposit, and the blacksmith was overjoyed.

In the Yuan Dynasty, an ordinary sword was only two taels of silver, and a better sword was only six or seven taels.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was equivalent to RMB 600. More than one thousand yuan could buy a sword, and the better ones were only about five thousand yuan.

Jiang Siming paid a deposit of 12 taels, that is, 6,000 yuan.

This blacksmith master can earn two or three thousand a month, can you not be happy?

"Young Xia, you are so generous, you can't fool you if you are young. I was fortunate enough to get a small piece of black iron back then and kept it in the villain's house as a treasure in the store. Today, I will take this black iron as a small amount. A man makes the best sword."

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

Although it doesn't matter what kind of sword he uses, who would despise his equipment being better?

After an appointment, Jiang Siming wandered around the city.

In fact, the economy of the Yuan Dynasty was relatively prosperous, with close commerce and trade, coupled with the construction of the Grand Canal, the products of the Yuan Dynasty could be exported to other countries.

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

Anyway, Jiang Siming visited the ancient business circle.

Teahouses, restaurants, arches, casinos, etc.

When Jiang Siming saw the word "Gambling House", he suddenly had an idea. He just didn't know where to make money, so it would be good to gamble around.

This casino is quite big, and hundreds of people in it are waving their belongings.

There are all men in it, some people win money with smiles, and some people lose their faces and their faces are red.

Jiang Siming shook his head with a smirk. How could these ancient men understand the shady secrets 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 a hundred thousand taels of silver bills.

This casino was directly won 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 found that there were also a few good people following him.

Don't even think about it, it must be someone from the casino.

After winning so much money, it's no wonder that the casino can give up.

However, Jiang Siming didn't care at all. He found that the money in the casino was quite profitable. When the time came, the banknotes won would be exchanged for gold at the bank, which would be a huge profit.

Jiang Siming found a restaurant and asked for a seat by the window. After checking the time, he would have to wake up for another half a day, otherwise Yuner would wake up worried.

"What do you want, the guest officer?" Xiao Er asked.

"Serve all the best food and drinks in your shop." Jiang Siming said and put a piece of silver on the table.

Seeing the same expression as Principal Wang, the shop assistant and modern urbanites immediately took away the money and went to serve Jiang Siming.

The restaurant's serving speed was very fast, and after a while, Kung Fu Jiang Siming's table was full of food.

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

In ancient times, cattle were a very important arable land resource, and officials who dared to eat cattle would have to beheaded.

Although they are all greasy meat dishes, the chef's taste is not bad, and there is so much appetite.

Much better than those bandits on the cottage of the Flying Wolf Gang.

Drinking a lot of alcohol and eating meat, such an ancient chivalrous life has a unique 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 was not a single table vacant.

Most of the people who can come to the restaurant to eat are from the rivers and lakes, and almost everyone who comes will carry weapons, or knives or swords.

Also, walking in this chaotic river and lake without weapons is too dangerous.

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

The head is a little white face, who looks white and clean, but his face looks like a kind of wretched villain potential.

There was a simple and honest man next to this little white face.

When they came up, they saw that there were no seats, and they saw that Jiang Siming was the only one at the table.

The little white-faced leader came over and clasped his fists at Jiang Siming: "Brother, I've been waiting for a day and I'm hungry, and I don't have a seat when I come to this restaurant. Can I sit with my brother? We are all children of the rivers and lakes. Can we do it? convenient?"

"It's inconvenient, the people are looking for other restaurants, and there's more than one restaurant in this city." Jiang Siming replied without raising his head.

"Brother, this is too impersonal. 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's writing."

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

He was upset when he saw Jiang Siming's face that was so much more handsome than him, and seeing that he didn't bring any weapons, Song Qingshu thought he was just a rich family

As for the children, I ordered so many dishes.

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

Song Qingshu, a hypocrite who bullied his teachers and killed his ancestors and betrayed his teachers.

For the character of Song Qingshu, Jiang Siming only felt that his name was good, but the name really didn't match him.

It may be that Wudang Mountain is such a direct descendant, spoiled by his father and his uncles since childhood.

"It's good to know Xiongtai, so why not make it convenient, and I am willing to make Xiongtai as a friend." Song Qingshu proudly said with his head held high.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to know a waste friend like you." Jiang Siming refused to enter.

Song Qingshu was furious: "Who are you calling trash!"

"Isn't it you, the dignified Wudang sect's eldest disciple, the martial arts are not even third-rate. You said that you have a master like Zhang Zhenren, you are still so weak, you are not a waste?"

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

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

Song Qingshu drew his sword and pointed at Jiang Siming, and said, "Since you are arrogant, I want to see what role you are!"

After all, Song Qingshu didn't care that this was a restaurant, he took his sword and killed Jiang Siming, and other Wudang disciples rushed up, except for the honest and honest man.

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

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