Wu Zheng thought about it and smiled: "How about every forty essays for my nephew and my uncle?"
"Forty texts?" Tong Qing was taken aback at first, as if he was wondering if his ears had mishearded him, and then he smiled and said, "My nephew, you can't get a good price at this price! You can buy ten for forty texts. The iron is wrought. Isn’t it possible that each of my nephew’s crane-billed picks is worth ten pounds? Even if there are, wouldn’t it be more profitable for the old man to call the blacksmith himself?”
Wu Zheng laughed and said, "Uncle Shi is really not easy to lie! Forget it, I will be a nephew today and didn't say anything, you should go down the mountain quickly! Otherwise, you can only stay in Shiliting today. This is the old one for you. My health is not good."
"There's nothing to talk about?"
Tong Qingyuan is just habitually trying to keep the price down. After all, the crane-billed pick is almost something that can be seen at a glance in terms of its appearance. The key is that the steel to make the crane-billed pick is not easy to make.
This thing is not an ordinary hoe for digging the ground. Its main function is to dig mountains and rocks. With this thing, the output of the sulfur mine will increase several times.
Because if you use pig iron to cast this material, it is hard enough but easy to break. If you switch to wrought iron, it is not easy to break, but it will not be able to dig if it loses its sharpness.
So the difficulty lies in this steel fire, and I heard the sound of this thing crashing on the ground before, if I heard it right, it should be the sound of a hundred steelmaking, if it is really a hundred steelmaking, then this forty text is one. The price you get is a big bargain by yourself.
Wu Zheng laughed and said: "Uncle Shi is telling you that the price of forty liters is also casually said by my nephew, and my nephew who knows nothing about the ironware business has always been in charge of his maid, Uncle Yang. So let's wait for Shishu. Once settled in Yuzhou city, how about sending someone to talk to Uncle Yang? No matter how many talks are made then, how about my nephew's assurance that they will all agree?"
"This… "
"Oh, by the way! Uncle Shi almost forgot. The pickaxes my nephew hit before were really made of 100 steel, but you also know that this thing can only be used at home and cannot be sold. So next time you always hear this kind of voice, but my nephew promises that even if it is not 100-strength steel, it will definitely be comparable to steel knives."
"Oh! Okay! The old man will come back next time."
Tong Qingyuan also knew that nothing was going to happen today, and blindly insisting that it might make Wu Zheng think about him, so he had to take someone to leave.
As a result, he hurriedly hurriedly finally arrived at Shili Pavilion outside the city. The sky was still dark. At this time, the city gate was already closed. After the Honglian incident, the city gate of Yuzhou City could not be managed with silver. It was opened, at least for a long time at night, the gates of the city couldn't be opened by money.
Tong Qingyuan’s family could only borrow the post in Shiliting. As soon as the city gate opened the next morning, the old butler of Tong’s family staying in Yuzhou City received Tong Qingyuan at the city gate. After a few greetings, the master and servant Tong Qingyuan said The next thing was left to the housekeeper to take care of, and he took his son straight to the Huang's Medical Clinic.
The reason why he was in such a hurry to go to the hospital was because he got up this morning and started coughing and coughing up blood. The effect of the few shots Wu Zheng put on had no effect, and he couldn't live with him. At this time, the nostalgia for health was like a whip on him, forcing him to run non-stop to the Huang's Medical Center.
At Huang's Medical Center, Xia's old wife, Xia Sun, was sick. Huang spent the night in the Xia Mansion yesterday and waited until Xia Sun's condition had stabilized before he had time to come back.
As soon as he returned to the medical hall, he ran into the father and son Tong Qingyuan who came to seek medical treatment. Huang Lao saw Tong Qingyuan at the door of his medical hall covering his mouth with white silk and coughing. .
Huang Lao, who has been busy all night and stayed up all night, is very sleepy, but he still habitually gets up when he sees the patient. He walks in front of Tong Qingyuan before Tong Qingyuan speaks, and then asks: "What's your illness? Is it here until now?"
Hearing Huang Lao’s question, Tong Qingyuan knew that the old man in front of him must be the owner of the hospital. He let go of the white silk covering his mouth and was about to speak, but Huang Lao saw him in the white silk. Bloodshot.
As a result, before he had time to say something, his veins were caught by Huang Lao. After all, Huang Lao was called the genius doctor of this generation, but he did not have the talent that Wu Zheng could see through. In addition to observing his words, he could see the doctor. The key is to check the pulse.
Only for a while, Old Huang raised his brows, and then dropped Tong Qingyuan's hands and said: "It's too late... (End of this chapter)