The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 27 Zhao Family Blacksmith Shop

When Yang Fan opened his eyes, he was leaning on a bamboo chair with a straw fan in his hand. He was wearing ancient clothes, and what appeared in front of him were also ancient buildings, could it be?Came to ancient times?

Just as he was thinking, a transparent reminder box appeared in front of Yang Fan again.

"Dear dream shuttler, welcome to enter the task dream. This dream is challenging. You will be rewarded after completing the task. There will be random emergencies in the dream. Please follow the prompts given by the system to complete the task. Have you decided to start the mission? Confirm? Cancel?"

Yang Fan gently pressed the transparent advance frame with his fingers in the void in front of him.

"confirm"

"Dear dream traveler, task 1: Please find Blacksmith Zhao in the city, and give an ax to Liu Laizi in the blacksmith shop. After completing the task, you will get a reward. Task difficulty (100-15) [-] , please begin."

The reminder box disappeared, and Yang Fan stood up from the bamboo chair, looking at the strange environment in front of him, a little confused.

This is a peaceful small town, the streets are crowded with people, the streets are filled with small vendors selling all kinds of delicacies and items, the ancient buildings are arranged in rows, and the wooden windows are supported by a wooden stick. The cries of selling came and went, Yang Fan walked alone on the street, watching people come and go, at a loss.

At this time, there was a teahouse not far behind him. Several villagers were stopping to rest. They heard those people say:
"After a while, let's drink this tea and hurry up. If we don't leave earlier, it will be dark soon, and we will be destroyed if we encounter wild animals in the mountains."

"What my brother said is that we have to go into the mountains quickly."

The others didn't speak, but just nodded and took a sip of tea.

Yang Fan listened to their conversation and walked over, the waiter from the teahouse was the first to greet them.

"What do you want me to bring you, sir?"

The mistress was wearing a linen jacket, rolled trousers, and a white apron, and came over with a smile on his face.

Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "I'm here to find someone." As he spoke, he walked towards those villagers.

The shop waiter nodded politely, turned his head and walked away, muttering in a low voice as he walked, "Would you like some tea?"

Yang Fan saw those people sitting around a table, with a few axes and bamboo baskets under their feet. One of the men had a sickle on his back, and he sat on the chair closest to them.

"Big brothers, are you going up the mountain to cut firewood?"

The man holding a purple clay teacup turned his head to Yang Fan: "Surely this brother also went to the mountain to cut firewood?"

It turned out that they really went up the mountain to cut firewood. Yang Fan was very happy: "Brothers, I don't have an ax yet. I don't know which blacksmith shop you got your ax from?"

"Axe? It's been a while, I forgot where I made it."

Several villagers put the teacups away, called the waiter, paid a tael of silver, and was about to leave. Yang Fan hurriedly followed, and a villager asked puzzledly: "My brother, we are going to cut firewood in the mountains. Why are you following us?"

"Brother, do you know Blacksmith Zhao in this city?"

Several villagers glanced at each other, and one of them followed suit: "You are talking about blacksmith Zhao from the Zhao family's blacksmith shop by the well at the head of the village, right?"

Yang Fan didn't know if it was true, nodded and said, "Maybe it's him, where does he live?"

"Go east along this street to the end, and you will see a well. Turn north and you will find his blacksmith shop. Usually there are quite a lot of people. He must be blacksmithing at this time."

After Yang Fan said goodbye to several villagers, he looked at the sun that was about to set in the west and walked eastward.

When Yang Fan saw the well not far away, he had already heard the sound of 'clinking' iron, and he walked towards the direction of the sound.

At a corner, he saw a small shop with a triangular flag hanging at the door, with five large characters on it: Zhao Family Blacksmith Shop.Iron blocks of different sizes and shapes were placed beside the door, and there was a woman sitting on a chair at the door, Yang Fan walked over.

"Excuse me, is Blacksmith Zhao here?"

The woman raised her eyelids, glanced at Yang Fan and said, "Old Zhao, here comes another one. Your business is really good today."

Yang Fan looked into the room, and saw a muscular man with shirtless arms and sweat all over his body. He held a red-hot iron rod in his left hand, and a hammer in his right hand. When the room was not too bright, his hair was coiled on his head, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down. The man gritted his teeth and beat the iron bar one after another without looking at Yang Fan. , said by the way: "It's getting dark, I won't do it today, I will call it a day when I finish this fork, if you do something, come back tomorrow."

Yang Fan walked in cautiously.

The man turned his head and said to him, "Didn't you listen to me? I won't do it today."

Yang Fan smiled politely and said, "Are you blacksmith Zhao?"

The man suddenly sneered: "I, blacksmith Zhao, is known to everyone in the city. The Zhao family blacksmith shop has been open for decades. My father passed it on to me, and I will pass it on to my son in a few years, but you don't know me. It must be a visitor from another country, right?" As he spoke, Blacksmith Zhao smiled, put down the hammer and iron rod in his hand, and wiped the sweat from his head with the towel on his shoulder.

"Blacksmith Zhao, I want to hit an axe."

"Axe? Do you have iron?"

Yang Fan shook his head.

"Then what size ax do you want?"

Yang Fan thought for a while: "Just use it for chopping firewood."

Blacksmith Zhao shook his head. I just bought the raw iron here, which is very expensive. If you want to make an axe, it's too late today. Come over tomorrow, and I can give you a cheaper price.

Yang Fan glanced at the iron blocks on the ground, and thought to himself: Yes, I came here to forge iron without a penny. When he saw that I had no money, he would definitely want to send me away, but where would I get the money?
At this moment, a prompt box appeared in front of Yang Fan.

"Dear dream traveler, after completing Mission [-], you need to find a way to pay blacksmith Zhao to get the axe, otherwise the system will not let blacksmith Zhao make it for you, thank you for your cooperation."

Yang Fan read it word by word, and thought: Damn, it seems that if I don't give him money, even if it's daybreak, the system won't let him hit me with an axe. There will be countless reasons to send me away, right?
The woman by the door seemed a little anxious, and Yang Fan pushed open the door and said, "Hurry up, Lao Zhao, it will be dark soon, and I have to go home to cook for the whole family. What time is it, do it quickly, do you still have time to talk to him?"

Blacksmith Zhao glanced at her, didn't say anything, and continued to pick up the hammer and hit the iron rod one by one. Sparks lit up the room again, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Yang Fan left the blacksmith shop and didn't know where to go. He had no money, so staying in a hotel was definitely not possible, but there was no free place to stay in the city. What should he do?
(End of this chapter)