The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The shopkeeper responded indifferently: "What do you want to build?"

"ring."

The shopkeeper raised his head, one eyebrow raised, and the wrinkles on his face were stirred up. He didn't look like a good person: "Monk, do you wear a ring?"

"Yes, the poor monk loves salvation, so he wears a ring."

The shopkeeper's lips twitched: "Choose a style, pay the deposit, and come back in three days."

Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "I want to observe on the spot."

"No." The shopkeeper refused directly.

When it comes to professional skills, it is natural to keep them secret.

Zhao Chuanxin took out two big yuan and said, "Add more money."

The shopkeeper sneered, lowered his head, and continued reading.

Zhao Chuanxin became impatient and slapped two pieces of ocean on the counter: "Will you accept this job or not?"

The shopkeeper's eyelids twitched: "I advise you not to mess with the gold shop owner."

This kind of shop not only makes jewelry, but also recycles gold and silver.

People often come here to sell stolen goods, and it is inevitable that the victims will come to ask for explanations.

If there's a big fuss, just hand over the stolen goods obediently, and then there's no need to open this shop.

There are also gold and silversmiths who steal materials. It is common for them to be short of some gold and silver. If they are cheated, they will suffer the consequences.

Even in the 21st century, Zhao Chuanxin was engaged in the business of antique jewelry. Sometimes he would buy materials and ask craftsmen to process them. They would steal gold and silver, but they would dare to steal turquoise and other pearls and jade.

If you encounter someone serious, you will naturally have to settle accounts with them.

Sometimes these craftsmen are more difficult to deal with than ruffians.

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and pulled the shopkeeper out of the counter.

The shopkeeper was shocked, and before he could react, he felt that the clouds were flying. When he looked again, he was already in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin patted the shopkeeper's face: "I'm giving you face, right? Ma Liu took me to find the craftsman."

The shopkeeper looked serious and said, "Yesterday I was drinking at the same table with the county magistrate. If you dare to touch me, I will make it impossible for you, a monk, to leave Runzhou."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and said, "If you dare to threaten me again, your death will be beyond your imagination."

Half of the shopkeeper's face was swollen from being slapped, and his head felt dizzy.

He hesitated and shouted: "Aping, come out quickly, we're knocking on the door!"

A short but stocky young man came out of the back hall with an apron tied around his waist and stains on his face. He was holding a small hammer in his hand, which was specially used to stretch gold and silver into pieces and strips.

Ah Ping looked fierce, bared his teeth, and made a low whine with his throat like a dog.

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "Is this child coughing up phlegm? Eat something quickly and don't choke to death."

Ah Ping:"……"

The shopkeeper: "..."

Ah Ping stood motionless, a little dazed.

The shopkeeper was furious: "Aping, what are you waiting for?"

A Pingyuan stamped his feet and bared his teeth again: "Woo hoo..."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the braid on the back of the shopkeeper's head and kicked him on the shin.

The shopkeeper screamed, his legs were kicked and he moved back. His upper body fell down, but he was held up by his pigtails.

Zhao Chuanxin gently pulled the shopkeeper's braid and came to A-Ping.

He rounded his arms—pop!

Zhao Chuanxin asked with concern: "Aping, are you feeling better?"

Aping covered his face with a look of grievance: "..."

"Are you mute? I'm asking you something!"

Aping pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

Really dumb.

The shopkeeper gave up the struggle and let Zhao Chuanxin pull his hair, saying: "Let go, let me go, I'll do it for you."

Zhao Chuanxin did not let go, he raised his chin towards A Ping, indicating to him to lead the way.

When he arrived at the back room, Zhao Chuanxin saw many familiar tools: flat-head hammers, round-head gold hammers, duck-bill jewelry hammers, anvils, tweezers, forks, crucibles, and various carving tools.

In addition, there are traditional tools that Zhao Chuanxin does not recognize.

This gave Zhao Chuanxin an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He let go of the shopkeeper, who got up from the ground and instinctively wanted to run away.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote the hand music: "You run, if you can run out of the gold shop, I will lose. If you can't run out, I will break your legs."

The shopkeeper paused, turned his head, and said with a grimace, "What do you want?"

"I said, you translate for Aping."

It is inevitable that people will be stronger, so the shopkeeper did not dare to resist, and nodded angrily, thinking that he would look good on you later.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Aping, I need you to weld something, can you do it?"

The shopkeeper spoke and gestured, and Aping nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the drawing and handed it to A Ping to see.

A Ping looked at it for a long time, shook his head in confusion and moaned.

The shopkeeper said: "Aping said it is quite difficult and he is not skilled enough."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I will assist you."

With that said, he took out a piece of gold bar, took the elf carving knife, and carved out a ring embryo in an instant with almost miraculous craftsmanship.

Then he started carving the dragon's head with its mouth open again, which was a little slower, but only for Zhao Chuanxin, A Ping shocked Zhao Chuanxin.

The shopkeeper curled his lips: "Show off your skills."

He said he was dissatisfied, but he couldn't take his eyes away.

Zhao Chuanxin once vowed to be the "King of Men's Speed ​​Bumps".

Proficient in various handicrafts.

Except for outdoor survival and outdoor architecture, I have more or less dabbled in everything else.

For some reason, many men love crafts. Even if they are not good at it themselves, they still like to watch others do it.

Men like to see mediocre craftsmanship, not to mention Zhao Chuanxin's peak carving skills.

With the elf carving knife, when carving a piece, he is a god.

After finishing this, Zhao Chuanxin started carving miniature beads again.

This is a bit magical.

With a flick of his wrist, the Elf Carving Knife was extended. A foot of the steel bar was missing, but there were steel beads on the table that were much smaller than corns.

This is difficult to achieve at this time regardless of manual or industrial technology.

But the shopkeeper was mean-mouthed and muttered: "What's the big deal, fried beads are fine too."

Fried beads are made by cutting gold and silver wire into small pieces and blowing them with fire to melt them. Then drop the solution into warm water to form tiny beads of different sizes. These beads are then glued and welded into a dice pattern or linked bead pattern.

The gold and silver handicrafts made are extremely beautiful, and many people have never seen them. Even Zhao Chuanxin has never seen it.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the shopkeeper.

Finally, he carved the turquoise into a mini abacus bead, perforated in the middle.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at these parts and said, "Weld these together."

A Ping had slap marks on his face, but his eyes were shining, and he nodded sharply.

Hengrouqiu has a pockmarked face but is very naive.

Obviously, the shopkeeper often relied on his face to bluff people. In the past, it worked nine times out of ten, but today he was unlucky to meet Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin also saw the welding methods of this era.

It turned out that there was a foot-operated bellows connected to a blowpipe with an elbow to control the flame and temperature.

In fact, the principle is very simple, but Zhao Chuanxin, who is used to using airbrushes, can't figure out this method.

Zhao Chuanxin was amazed when he saw it.

I saw that Aping used an adhesive made of bletilla striata to stick the place to be welded, then put on the flux, and then used a blowpipe to control the flame and let the flux melt for welding.

It's simple and works just as well as an airbrush. The flame can be blown into a thin line of fire by the blowpipe. It is very flexible and can burn wherever you want. Even Aping's skillful skills can make the flame thinner than the flame of a spray gun.

I blanch it, and Zhao Chuanxin is convinced.

Sure enough, there are people outside.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin needed the help of a magnifying glass or even a microscope to make such tiny objects, but Aping didn't need it at all.

Zhao Chuanxin looked next to him and saw a hairpin made of tired silk.

He took a closer look and saw that the gold wire was as thin as hair, but twisted and accumulated, and welded into various patterns.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the silk was very three-dimensional and hollow, and he was shocked and asked: "How is this done?"

The shopkeeper didn't need A Ping's explanation, so he replied: "Grind the charcoal very finely, make a gray plastic tire prepared with bletilla striata liquid, put wires on the tire, weld it together, put it in the fire, burn the ash inside, and leave the remaining The silk takes shape."

He doesn't do anything, but he knows everything.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Aping a thumbs up.

This is a very delicate job that not only tests your eyesight and hands-on ability, but also requires a lot of patience.

Zhao Chuanxin has also been to jewelry stores in foreign countries. To be honest, foreign craftsmen are not at this level. In terms of craftsmanship, Zhao Chuanxin felt that none of the Queen's jewelry could compare to this.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it again and again, and suddenly he was inspired. He took out a pen and paper and started drawing quickly.

He said: "Aping, let's work together to create a piece of jewelry like this."

A Ping scratched his head and started gesticulating.

The shopkeeper said: "He said he can do it, but it will take many days to complete."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of gold, and the elf carving knife stretched, twisted, and bent into small holes that were thinner than a hair.

Grabbing the handle of the knife, Zhao Chuanxin pulled out an elf carving knife. Countless golden threads thinner than hair fell on the already coated table.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded: "This, this, what kind of magical method is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Nothing but my familiarity!"

The shopkeeper said that he believed your ghost.

Even if others practice for a thousand years, they will never be able to master it to this extent.

This is obviously not something that can be done with skill.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Jinsi, shook his head and said, "It's still too troublesome, why not do this."

He flicked his wrist, and the elf carving knife formed a spiral shape, drilling along the gold nugget like an electric drill.

A spring-like golden thread slightly thinner than a grain of rice fell on the table.

Aping simply couldn't breathe.

This method is amazing.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out a few gold wire springs and said, "Later, you can make this fancy welding and inlay this peridot."

A Ping nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zhao Chuanxin had already completed the most troublesome part for him, and the rest was easy.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the shopkeeper was just watching and would not help.

I couldn't help but say, "Damn, you bitch has no eyesight at all. Didn't you see that A Ping was so tired that he was sweating? Damn you, step on the pedal and let A Ping concentrate on his work."

Just as the shopkeeper was about to refute, he saw Zhao Chuanxin holding the elf carving knife and staring at him maliciously. He hurriedly stepped on the pedal.

That knife has an evil nature. To say that it can cut through iron is like mud is to bury it.

The shopkeeper felt that it was not a mortal thing. If he was stabbed with a knife, wouldn't his oily skin be scratched?

The shopkeeper stepped on the pedal and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "More than twenty years ago, I and the county magistrate were both goldsmith apprentices, and they used this furnace. Twenty years later, he became the county magistrate, and I opened a jewelry shop. Monk, do you know what this means?"

"What does it mean?" Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "It means your stove is of good quality and can be used for more than 20 years?"

"..." The shopkeeper was so anxious that he vomited blood.

I want to say that I am really familiar with the county magistrate.

Seeing that the evil monk seemed unable to be frightened, the shopkeeper looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, changed his tone and said with emotion: "We were both apprentices at the beginning, but now he has become a county magistrate, but I can only be reduced to the status of a craftsman. Industry."

Not only was he pretending to be cool, but he could once again remind Zhao Chuanxin that he had a close relationship with the county magistrate.

I hope your kid is not ignorant.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of surprise: "Ah? Then why don't you become an official? Because you don't like it?"

"puff……"

The shopkeeper choked and rolled his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled faintly.

Old guy, are you pretending to be cool with Zhao? On the road of showing off, the bridge I have to cross is longer than the road you have to walk!

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw that Aping was trying to weld the ring tire and ring surface, and quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, there is something to be added here."

As he spoke, he took out the throat bone of the piranha and installed it in the mouth of the faucet and under the turquoise wheel.

"Okay, you can weld."

A Ping scratched his head and made two gestures.

The shopkeeper translated listlessly: "He asked what this was for?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled mysteriously: "This ring is called - Capturing the Dragon Ring. This small bone is like the finishing touch. After it is installed, the dragon will come to life. Be quick and make the Capturing Dragon Ring. We will also make another Ring of Subduing the Tiger. !”

The shopkeeper and Aping's expressions changed dramatically after hearing this!