Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

"I want, I want, I want! Lao Tzu and him..."

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear it and kicked him out.

The big man's majestic body was kicked more than ten meters away, landed on the ground and rolled more than ten times, before hitting the wall and stopping.

Duan Yu, who was watching the show, was taken aback.

Mrs. Zhao knows martial arts?

The big man Zhao Tie raised his head with a disheveled face, and immediately saw his wife's slightly irritable eyebrows and eyes. He was mostly sober, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Madam, I was wrong, I was wrong! Oops!"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao dragged him away by pinching his ear.

Seeing this, Duan Yu had to sigh with emotion: "No wonder Mrs. Zhao has such a family status."

Thinking that if he didn't fix the sword properly and made the wheat-colored Mrs. Zhao think that she was fooling him, wouldn't he be hanged and beaten?

Ever since, Duan Yu didn't dare to neglect, and continued to devote himself to the sword casting work.

That night, there was a lot of wind and rain, but the fire in Duan Yu's stove was burning very vigorously.

Similarly, Mrs. Zhao was very angry, and from time to time she could hear the sound of the big man Zhao Tie being beaten.

Duan Yu put the sword fan in place, and as soon as he exerted force, the iron furnace tilted slowly, and the refined molten iron slipped into the sword fan.

When the molten iron was flowing in the sword fan, the turbulent steam suddenly roared, as if a dragon was breathing nearby.

This is the black technology that Duan Yu added when making the sword model.

The breathing sound of the sword body continued, and even the rain outside could not come in.

Duan Yu stood in a safe place and watched all this with excitement in his eyes.

So far, everything is going well.

This sword will be the first step for him to become bigger and stronger and create brilliance.

At least it was the first step to avoid being kicked more than ten meters away by Mrs. Zhao.

Inside the house, Zhao Tiezheng was being pulled by his ears, begging for mercy, Madam Zhao suddenly stopped and said, "Did you hear any strange sounds?"

"Have."

"Ok?"

"The sound of me being beaten and begging for mercy."

"Ouch, ma'am, I won't drink again next time."

......

In the early morning, Zhao Tie came to the backyard with a panda eye, and found that it was clean, and Duan Yu was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately said: "Ma'am, that kid probably stole something and ran away?"

Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes and looked at the tile-roofed house in the backyard.

That's where Duan Yu slept, and the sound of even breathing was heard right now.

Yes, Duan Yu was sleeping, very deeply.

Sleep after overwork is always particularly sweet.

The man Zhao Tie said angrily: "It's the fifth day, and you still don't get up after three poles this day, you must be giving up on yourself."

At this time, even Mrs. Zhao stopped talking.

Tomorrow is the deadline, even if Duan Yu forges the sword without sleep from now on, it will be difficult to make the finished product within the agreed time.

She actually looked away.

So he really came to make a living?

Thinking of the confident look on the boy's face before, for a moment, Mrs. Zhao felt mixed feelings.

"Ma'am, I said earlier that he came here to cheat food and drink, so I'll let him go!" Zhao Tie saw that his wife didn't speak, so he hit the railway while it was hot.

Zhao Tie was angry.

I was beaten up in the middle of the night last night, and when I woke up in the morning, I had a dark circle under my already not-so-handsome face, which made things worse.

And the culprit of all this is this little boy!

If he doesn't come, he won't be depressed, he won't be depressed, he won't be angry with his wife, he won't be angry with himself, he won't drink, he won't drink, he won't get drunk, he won't If you get drunk, you won't be beaten up by your wife...

Seeing that the wife did not refute, the man Zhao Tie stopped being polite, and pushed open the wooden door with a snap, shouting: "Get up, get up! You little thief who cheats on food and drink."

The man's voice was like thunder, but Duan Yu didn't seem to know it, turned around and fell asleep again.

"Hiss! Is this little thief really able to sleep, or is he just pretending?"

Zhao Tie walked over and said again: "Don't sleep, eat."

Duan Yu sat up all of a sudden, like a fake corpse, startling Zhao Tie.

"Eat, what to eat?" Duan Yu asked sleepily.

Yes, I worked out all night last night, and my stomach was really empty.

He was dreaming just now, and in the dream he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he couldn't help panicking.

As a result, I suddenly heard "Don't sleep, it's time to eat.", so I instinctively bounced over.

But when he opened his eyes, he found that Zhao Tiezheng was staring at him angrily, just like Lu Tixia who was about to punch the town of Guanxi.

Outside the door, the wheat-colored Mrs. Zhao stood there without speaking.

"What's wrong?" Duan Yu asked.

"What day is it?"

Duan Yu was a little panicked, and said, "How long have I been sleeping? Could it be the sixth day?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, where are your goods?" Zhao Tie said while grabbing Duan Yu's lapel.

"If you can't get it out, I'll tell you to spit out all the food you eat today."

At this moment, Madam Zhao said, "Let go."

Zhao Tie reluctantly let go.

Mrs. Zhao came in, wearing a short cardigan, her beautiful eyes were facing Duan Yu with her tall curves.

With a little resentment.

"Mr. Duan, if you want to tease the slave family, your goal has been achieved. After breakfast, you can leave on your own." Mrs. Zhao said disappointedly.

Zhao Tiegang wanted to say, "Why are you being so polite!", but he held back and said, "Did you hear me, I told you to go. Do you still want to have breakfast..."

"Hey, why are you pushing me?" Zhao Tie said angrily.

Duan Yu said with a confused face: "I don't have one."

The two lowered their heads almost at the same time, only to hear a bang, and a long sword with a strange pattern fell to the ground.

Zhao Tie: (⊙[-]⊙)

Mrs. Zhao: (⊙[-]⊙)

Duan Yu: ＼⊙＿⊙／

Chapter 6 Come Fencing With Me

Zhao Tie picked up the iron sword and asked in surprise, "What is this?"

Duan Yu straightened his clothes and said, "This is a sword."

Zhao Tie frowned and said doubtfully, "It really looks like a sword."

The shape of the sword that fell from Duan Yu's bed was different from ordinary swords.

Its sword body is like a ruler, with small gullies like streams flowing on it, and the tip of the sword is a slanted edge.

At first glance, you would be more inclined to see it as a narrow knife, but it is indeed double-edged, with a thick and thick spine.

Zhao Tie suddenly thought of something, and said, "Is this the sword you forged?"

Duan Yu said: "This is indeed the sword I forged."

Zhao Tie didn't believe it, and said, "How could it be so fast! I went out yesterday and you still haven't moved."

Duan Yu said: "Actually, it's not too fast. When you were beaten up last night, it just came out of the oven."

Zhao Tie gasped, and said to Mrs. Zhao, "Hiss, this kid is eavesdropping on my husband and wife's conversation, and he has bad intentions."

Duan Yu: "???"

You bark like a butcher, can you still blame me?

......

Duan Yu's casting of the sword really surprised Zhao Tie, even Mrs. Zhao was a little surprised.

Yesterday, one of them was patronizing the drinking, and the other was patronizing the drinking people, ignoring Duan Yu.

Unexpectedly, Duan Yu made a sword in a hurry during that time.

But at this moment, Zhao Tie still didn't panic, and even breathed a sigh of relief.

Because this sword looks bluffing, but it is a fake.

One is that the sword is light in hand, so the base material will not be very solid; the other is that the gullies on the sword body are gaudy, which will inevitably cause the sword body to be hollow and easy to break.

The second shortcoming is fatal.

This kind of sword is absolutely no match for his wife's, not to mention his own.

Zhao Tie, who has 20 years of professional experience in casting agricultural tools, said decisively: "I want to see how your sword can defeat my wife, bah, let's go through my test first!"

Duan Yu didn't look at him, but said to Madam Zhao: "Everything is according to Madam's orders."

Zhao Tie: "???"

Mrs. Zhao said: "As long as the young master can fulfill the agreement, you will have the final say on the iron shop from now on."

Zhao Tie: "!!!"

Isn't this shop mine in name?

"Madam, this is not acceptable."

"Do you mean I will lose, or you will lose?" Madam Zhao asked back.

The man Zhao Tie threw Duan Yu's "broken sword" back, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Ma'am is right, if we lose, I will perform handstand diarrhea!"

Duan Yu: "..."

Because Zhao Tie was beaten up badly last night, many neighbors with panda eyes came to the iron shop this morning to watch him.

Zhao Tie not only didn't chase people away this time, but he shouted: "Neighbors, it's a coincidence today, everyone come to be a witness to my old Zhao. This boy, cough, this little brother has been boasting a few days ago. Said that the sword made by my wife is not good, and today I will have a competition with the sword I made.

I, Zhao Tie, have always convinced people with virtue and compassion. If he loses, he won't embarrass him, just kowtow and get out. "

Someone who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal said, "What if this young master wins?"

"I said long ago that if he wins, I, Zhao Tie, will stand on my head!"

"it is good!"

"In all these years, I have never seen anyone standing on his head and having diarrhea."

Duan Yu: "..."

At this moment, Zhao Tie, who had coerced the crowd of onlookers, seized the initiative all of a sudden.

He was really afraid that even if the boy lost, the madam would still find a reason to keep him. At that time, he was not ugly at first, but he would become more and more ugly when he was set off by this young man. The madam accidentally...

That's going to be a big deal!

Seeing that Madam was about to speak, Zhao Tie said decisively: "Okay, stop talking, it's a mule or a horse, it's time to take it out!"

As he spoke, he took out a black lacquered broadsword.

This sword is about twice as wide as an ordinary iron sword, and thick. It is the proud work of Zhao Tie, who is good at casting hoes, shovels and other agricultural tools.

At the beginning, he used three times the material of ordinary iron swords, just to make such a domineering and heavy iron sword.