Chief don't slap in the face

Watching a group of swordsmiths discussing Tai Ah's craftsmanship, Xia Ye touched the Four Seasons Song on the back of his waist, wanting Xia Jia to identify it.

The hero altar left by Xia Lingyue's father is definitely a top-level building, so the Four Seasons Song, which is cherished and kept, is not too bad!

But Xia Ye touched the hilt of the sword, and finally resisted the urge, what if it was a famous sword that was even better than Tai Ah?

Money touches people's hearts, Xia Ye believes in Mo Wuheng, so Xia Ye is also willing to believe in friends of flat-chested girls, but these craftsmen can't guarantee it.

"It's really a good sword. I don't know when I can forge this famous sword!"

Xia Jia sighed, sheathed the sword and handed it to Xia Ye.

"As long as you persevere and keep your original intention unchanged, I believe that Master Hagar will soon realize his wish."

Xia Ye gave a compliment.

"The original intention remains unchanged?"

Xia Jia repeated it several times, and the more he read it, the more he felt the flavor of these four words. Didn't he forge swords back then to become a famous swordsmith master all over the world!

In recent years, as I became famous, there were too many visitors who came to seek swords, and there were also many entertainments, and the time to forge swords in a down-to-earth manner was much less.

Xia Jia suddenly remembered that the time when she lived in a hut under the waterfall of a mountain stream, drinking springs and casting swords was her sweetest memory!

"Thank you for your advice!"

Xia Jia withdrew her thoughts, bowed firmly, and saluted Xia Ye.

"what?"

The craftsmen were dumbfounded. Xia Jia is one of the three major swordsmiths of the Xia Clan and has a great reputation in the surrounding tribes. How can he bow to a young man now?Also say thank you for your enlightenment?

"What can he teach?"

Some craftsmen are puzzled.

"So you are a craftsman, and Hagar is a master!"

"This is called comprehension!"

The faces of the other craftsmen showed solemn expressions, and they no longer despised Xia Ye.

"Then farewell!"

Xia Ye arched his hands.

"Wait, I heard the shopkeeper mention that you guys had a conflict with Xia Xiang because of buying weapons, right? That's good, the final transaction price will be calculated at a [-]% discount!"

Not to mention Mo Wuheng's relationship, even Xia Ye is very fond of Xia Jia, so he will not be stingy even if he is bold.

"Owner!"

The owner of the weapons shop was taken aback. Weapons are hard currency at any time, and they can be sold easily. The weapons of 'Hagar' are sold at a higher price, and there are people rushing for them.

A [-]% discount is too much of a loss.

"To shut up!"

Hagar scolded: "How do you do business? As long as you sign the sales contract, no matter what happens, even if the family members die, you have to finish it. You go to the forge to burn the furnace today!"

"Master, that's Xia Taiding's son!"

Hearing this, the shop owner's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly explained that it took him 20 years to climb to this seat, but he fell back unexpectedly.

"I don't care whose son it is, I only care about the contract!"

Hagar waved impatiently.

"That's great!"

This kind of excitement, many people have already started to watch, and now they heard Hagar's words, they immediately applauded.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye shook his head, the shop owner was afraid of Xia Xiang's power, but he forgot that honesty is fundamental to Xia Jia's life.

Once the news of today gets out, the reputation of Xia Jia's weapon store will plummet, so Xia Jia would rather offend Xia Taiding than let this signboard be tarnished.

"Then I will be disrespectful!"

Xia Ye didn't refuse and accepted the gift.

A group of people left the weapon shop, and after a few steps, Xia Zhitang hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

Xia Zhitang is depressed, he is also the son of the Great Prophet, so you ignore him like this?

"What orders does the young master have?"

Xia Ye didn't have much respect for Xia Shilian, let alone Xia Zhitang.

"At least I helped you just now, right? Do you want to be so ruthless?"

Xia Zhitang complained.

"so what?"

Xia Ye pouted.

"Okay, I just want to ask, what is that 'red sand' that can be distinguished with gold?"

Xia Zhitang is still obsessed with brown sugar.

"I don't know, the Great Prophet saw that no one in this tribe could guess it, so he left!"

Xia Ye shrugged.

"Don't lie, you invented the red sand!"

Xia Zhitang suddenly yelled, and fixed his eyes on Xia Ye, wanting to see if he would show his feet because he was suddenly exposed, but he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"I am very busy!"

Xia Ye went to the civilian area and stood in front of an ordinary old house.

Xia Lingyue sobbed, because this was the house she lived in when she was a child, but after her father died, she had to sell it to make ends meet.

Xia Ye stood quietly for a while, then walked in.