The old man probably also hated iron and steel: "I don't have a son like you. You came back to steal my stuff! Give me down!"

After he said that, as soon as he shook his hand vigorously, the burden on the man's arms fell.

When I heard a "snap", the bag fell to the ground and spread out a corner, and then the contents were exposed, and a flowing silver light came in through the thin silk around the hood, and illuminated my eyes. .

Take a closer look, it's the same soft, cramped, iron hoop buckle.

The voice of the wonderful words sounded in the ear: "What is this?"

I have n’t had time to talk. When the old man saw the contents of his bag, he was so angry that he almost threw out the person in his hand and said, "You idiot, you come back to steal this again! You, you are Are you annoying me ?! "

After he said that, he shook his hand, and the son was thrown out by him so far. He rolled on the ground, covered with loess.

Although the man was thin, it seemed that the old man didn't make too heavy a hand. He hesitated twice, stood up and patted the loess on his body, and said, "What is not secret? This is my family, I What's the name for stealing? "

"..."

"Besides, I have been tight at hand recently. It is useless to keep this thing forever. You might as well let me take it out as a couple of dollars, maybe I can turn it back."

"you--"

The old man had to bend down to pack his bags, and when he heard the man say that, he was furious, and he would hit him with his fist. The man saw that he had angered his father, and hurriedly turned away.

The old man chased out the door and yelled loudly at the street.

Miaoyan and I stood in other people's shops, and watched a family farce awkwardly. Several guards stood at the door, and they were at a loss. After all, the thief was not a thief, and it seemed awkward for them to do so.

I walked slowly and picked up the baggage on the ground.

After picking it up, I found that the weight of the bag was not too light. I only held one corner of the bag, and everything inside fell down, and a very fine Dingling sound was issued.

That turned out to be a pair of armors!

I froze for a moment.

Although most of the people in this place practice martial arts, the armor is different from ordinary ironware. People can't afford it and dare not make it. Not to mention these, the armor in front of them is very special. Ordinary soldiers can have at most one shoulder or wrist brace. The ordinary armors we have seen are made of piece by piece of iron armor, but iron is also used very rarely. They are all used to protect people's chests. Others The place is mostly cowhide, and this armor is also used by the generals.

But in front of this armor is a complete set, like a ring lock, very precise, at a glance, it is different from ordinary armor.

I couldn't help reaching out to pick it up, and just then, the old man had already come back, and when he saw me like that, he immediately said, "What are you doing !?"

After that, three steps and two steps to **** up the armor and pick it up like a baby to see if it was damaged.

I looked up at him, and immediately smiled and said, "Old man, it's rude."

Miaoyan saw me yelled at the side, and immediately said displeasedly, "What's your name? My mother doesn't want your things, she just wants to help you pick them up. Hum, if it's not us, Just now your stuff was stolen by your son! "

When the old man heard the words, he went back to himself, turned to look at the guards outside the door, and said, "The two are--"

I smiled and said, "We just came in and wanted to see what was in your old shop, and happened to see Ling Lang come downstairs. He bumped into my daughter and lost the thing."

I just described what happened just now, but did not identify myself, but this old man is also a discerning person. When he looks at the people outside the door, he knows that Me and Miaoyan are not ordinary people. He thought about it and picked it up. Packed up and wrapped the armor in again, and said to both of us, "Thank you both."

I smiled: "It's a trivial matter, the old man doesn't need to thank him."

After that, I was ready to leave here with wonderful words.

But just when I was about to call her, Miaoyan said suddenly, "Oh my clothes!"

Looking down, she didn't know when she broke a hole in her clothes. Although it doesn't obstruct the look, this girl loves beauty most, and she just broke a hole in the skirt, and she couldn't stop the muslin of the hood from hanging down.

She exclaimed, "It must have been that guy who hit me!"

When the old man saw her like this, he said, "Since it was made by a little dog, those two might as well go upstairs with me, and I ask my old lady to help the lady to make up."

Wonderful words moved my mind, but still glanced at me as if asking if I could. I thought about it and laughed, "Then the old man is tired."

The old man said, "Where, I haven't thanked the two for helping me--"

He said, and he paused for a while. He didn't say any more, but raised his hand to the wooden staircase: "please, please!

Miao Yan and I followed him upstairs.

The wooden staircase was very narrow. People walked on it creaking and sprinkled a lot of dust. The wonderful words never walked through such a place, and looked around curiously, while I continued chatting with the old man. Only then did he know that he grew up here, and that the iron shop was also passed on to him by the father of the old man, which has been passed down for generations. I laughed: "No wonder I see the following things are very beautiful. It turns out that your old man's craftsmanship is ancestral."

The old man waved and smiled, "Mrs. compliment me."

He said, and said, "The old man's surname is Hu. If the wife doesn't see him, call me Lao Hu."

I laughed: "Dad Hu."

He himself also smiled, and continued to take us up, and soon reached the second floor.

It is much simpler here than downstairs, with only some of the most common living utensils. And at a glance I saw an old woman lying on the bed in front. She was half asleep and awake. She saw us coming up and hurried to stand up. Father Hu immediately stepped forward to help her: Come back to steal again, why don't you call me? "

The old woman lamented, "I, I don't know. He just said he wanted to come back and see, what did he steal?"

Father Hu indignantly said, "What else can we steal from our house? Isn't this just it?"

The old woman said in a panic, "Did he steal it?"

Daddy Hu said, "Fortunately, these two helped me stop him, otherwise this thing would really be taken out by that junk boy."

Upon hearing this, the old woman hurriedly stood up and thanked me and the wonderful words. I hurriedly raised my hand: "The elderly don't have to be polite, we just passed by and looked to help."

Miaoyan stood by, and she probably didn't know much about this kind of thing. She just scratched her ragged skirt and looked at us quietly.

Dad Hu said, "I almost forgot, when the junk boy went out, he ruined the lady's clothes. Wife, you get up and help someone to make up for it."

Upon hearing this, Auntie Hu hurriedly supported her body and sat up, took the sewing bag on the bed, and saw that although she was not well, she was obviously a very hardworking old lady who could not relax. I had a special feeling for this kind of person, and pushed her by the shoulder of Miaoyan. Miaoyan sat directly beside the bed and gave her the damaged corner of the skirt to her.

I stood next to it, watching it quietly. At this time, I saw Father Hu slowly walking towards the other side of the room, and I saw that there was a wooden shelf on the other end of the room. There was a crimson dress hanging on it. At first glance, it looked like a man in red.

I couldn't help but be a bit surprised-what is this?

Daddy Hu walked over and slowly unfolded the armor in his hand. There was a sound of tinkling sounds in the quiet room. He was like caring for the child, and slowly stroked the silver on the armor. The iron wire, after stroking for a while, carefully put the armor on the wooden shelf.

This time, the "man" in red was like a "samurai" in armor, but the crimson clothes in the armor were faintly showing a little red shadow, giving the impression that it was a **** samurai.

My heart was more confused.

Although the old man's skill looks very strong and stronger than the average young man, he really doesn't look like a soldier. Moreover, this armor is not owned by an ordinary soldier.

I looked back, Madam Hu still seriously and really lowered her head to make up the mouth for Miaoyan, so I stood up and walked there for two steps. Father Hu had already taken out a box from the grid beside him. Come, open it, and it looks like a box of cream. He hooked it in his hand, smeared it on the armor, and murmured in his mouth, "If this boy is really hurt, I don't think I ever had this son! "

In this way, he was almost devoted to the dedication and had completely forgotten our existence.

I walked over and said gently: "Dad Hu."

Dad Hu turned around and glanced at me, only to suddenly realize that there were two strangers in the room.

I tried to be as gentle and harmless as possible, and laughed, "Daddy, you seem to value this thing especially."

"Of course." He said, "This is an ancestral craft."

I was slightly surprised: "Is this what you typed?"

"Of course not, the old man's craftsmanship is not so good." As he said, he reached out and stroked the lines of the wire, saying, "This is passed down by my grandfather."

I was shocked: "That's not hundreds of years."

Daddy Hu raised grey eyebrows and said with a little pride, "It's not been over a hundred years."

The silent thought in my heart, for hundreds of years, isn't that something from the previous dynasty?