Chapter 2 Family affection

The name of Xuantie, Qin Bing in his previous life, has only heard of it. In ancient times, many divine soldiers have Xuantie, which is also a necessary material for casting divine soldiers. However, in his previous life, he did not get such materials. Secondly, he experienced the casting of meteorite iron in modern times, and its sharpness was even better than those divine soldiers in ancient times, but unfortunately it was still damaged in the end.

"Is Xuantie very powerful?" Qin Bing knew nothing about iron ore, but when he saw Qin Hong's face excited, he also knew that the value of this thing was not low!

"Of course!" Qin Hong nodded quickly, with a solemn look and a strange look in his eyes, "One or two pieces of black iron and ten taels of gold, what do you think of this black iron?"

One or two black iron and ten taels of gold? Qin Bing has never heard of this, but he knows that one hundred taels of silver can be exchanged for one taels of gold. Doesn't that mean that one or two Xuantie is a thousand taels of silver?

Qin Bing did not know the specific weight of the black iron, but he estimated that there were at least ten catties. Isn't it true that the black iron alone is worth more than 100,000 taels of silver? Such a small piece of iron is worth more than the silver ticket he got!

"Grandpa, how much does this black iron weigh? Ten catties is 100,000 taels of silver!" Qin Bing's face also changed slightly. Although he was extremely rich in his previous life, it was the first time he saw such a valuable thing in this life.

"There should still be twelve catties!" Qin Hong took the iron in his hand and smiled, "100,000 taels of silver can't buy this black iron. You should know that it's just a market price. Anyone who doesn't like such treasures, the actual value that can be sold is far more than 100,000 taels!"

That's true! Qin Bing nodded secretly when she heard Qin Hong's words. Just like those sharp weapons he has seen in his previous life, don't say that you have made tens of millions of wealth, even hundreds of millions of wealth, and those warriors can't sell them to you! A well-known weapon will never be sold by martial artists. Although the raw materials are sold, in this scarce material, in this world with so many warriors, it is absolutely priceless!

"Although the value is not low, I don't plan to sell it!" Qin Hong pondered for a moment before saying lightly.

Don't plan to sell? Hearing this, the four people, including Qin Bing, were puzzled. You should know that 120,000 taels of silver is definitely an astronomical figure for Qinjiazhuang. With this money, the life of the whole Qinjiazhuang will definitely change dramatically.

"Grandpa, why is this?" Qin Bing was a little puzzled.

Qin Hong did not answer Qin Bing's question when he heard the words, but took a look at Qin Bing with relief. This makes Qin Bing a little uncertain. Is it still related to herself if she doesn't sell this mysterious iron?

"It's also powerful for Binger to kill such a powerful warrior as Han Fei now. He is only 12 years old, and his future achievements are unlimited. Now it's time to make a weapon for him." Qin Hong said lightly.

Custom weapons? Could it be that Qin Bing's face changed slightly when she heard the words and looked at Qin Hong with some excitement.

Seeing Qin Bing's eyes, Qin Hong nodded slightly and said, "I'm going to use this black iron to cast a weapon for Binger!"

As soon as Qin Hong's words came out, the faces of the people in the room changed slightly, but no one said anything. Qin Bing's ability to kill a famous master like Han Fei alone naturally cannot be underestimated. What's more, these money and black iron are his trophies, and it is not inappropriate to use them on him.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, Qin Hong continued, "Binger, what kind of weapon are you going to make?"

"Long gun!" Qin Bingdao.

"Oh?" Qin Hong was slightly stunned. Even if he remembered that Qin Bing had been using a long gun over the years, although it was difficult to practice his gun skills, he did not object, but continued to ask, "How many catties do you need to weigh and grow?"

Hearing Qin Hong's question, Qin Bing couldn't help recalling the "jing long" in his previous life. "jing long" is made from meteorite iron outside the sky, which is extremely dense, weighing 88 catties and 8 taels long. Its sharpness is not worse than the legendary basal iron!

"It weighs 88 catties and 8 taels and is 8 feet and 8 inches long as long as the deviation is not too big." Although he told the data of the "jing long" of his previous life, Qin Bing couldn't help adding a sentence. After all, it is not in the previous life, and there are not so powerful weapon experts and scientific and technological equipment. It should be extremely difficult for Qin Bing to be so accurate.

"Ha ha..." When Mr. Qin Hong heard this, he smiled softly. "Since you said the data, Grandpa can guarantee that the weapons created will never be biased."

"That's Xiao Bing. You don't know your grandfather's ability to strike iron. There will be no deviation in this weapon!" Qin Zheng, who was beside him, also said with a smile.

Qinjiazhuang has been hitting iron for generations. This skill is not blown out. It has experienced more than a thousand years of history, and naturally there is nothing to say about that skill.

"Zhenger, how much does this basal iron weigh?" Qin Hong handed the black iron in his hand to Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng quickly found a name and overcalled the black iron.

"12 catties and 2 taels!"

"Xuan Tie is enough. Zhenger will go to the city tomorrow to buy some fine steel and star iron!" Qin Hong looked at it and nodded.

"Dad, are you going to?" Qin Zheng was slightly stunned and immediately looked at Qin Hong in surprise.

"Since it is to build weapons, this gun barrel can't be bad. Anyway, I haven't tried it for many years. I just want to take this opportunity to try my hand again. This old bone can still move." Qin Hong smiled and said, "We will build Xingchen Steel by ourselves, which is better than the one sold."

"Hmm!" Qin Zheng nodded.

Qinjiazhuang has its own ancestral craftsmanship. The star steel produced by repeated refining is not worse than buying it, or even much better. But this is an extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming thing. Generally, no one will temper it by itself, because although the cost of tempering is lower, the quality is not necessarily better than buying it.

I'm afraid it's for some money left! Qin Bing vaguely had some speculations. Although he had gained a lot from killing Han Fei, he did not sell this Xuantie and had to spend money to buy other materials. After spending a lot of money, even the nearly 100,000 taels of silver tickets may not be left. Qin Hong is the owner of Qinjiazhuang. Although Qin Bing is the best man in the village and it is not a waste to build weapons for him, the old man may also want to save some money. After all, Qinjiazhuang is not rich.

The price of fine steel is more expensive than that of iron. It needs to refine more than 70 catties of star iron, but it requires hundreds of catties of fine steel, which is not a small expense. As for the star iron, Qin Bing has not heard of it, but I'm afraid the price is not low. In addition to some other materials, not black iron, I'm afraid Qin Bing's long gun will use tens of thousands of taels!

In the past, this was definitely an astronomical figure for Qin Jiazhuang. Even if Qin Hong had the intention to create such a magic soldier for Qin Bing, I'm afraid he couldn't get so much money.

"Binger, when the materials are ready, we are discussing the specific casting of weapons." Qin Hong looked at the sky and said.

"Hmm!" Qin Bing nodded. He was not in a hurry to cast weapons. In his previous life, he waited for three years for the "surprise dragon", and this time the divine soldier could do it well in a month or two at most.

"Grandpa, I plan to go to the mountain to practice for a while." Qin Bing pondered for a while, and he also considered this matter for a long time. Although his strength is much worse than that of his previous life, Qin Jiazhuang can't accommodate him.

"Do you go to the mountain to practice?" Hearing this, Qin Hong frowned slightly, immediately glanced at the three people around him, thought about it, and said, "Don't worry about this matter. Even if you want to go to the mountain to practice, you have to wait for the weapons to be cast. Let's talk about it then."

Qin Bing nodded. That's what he planned to wait for the weapon to be cast and then go to the mountain to practice.

At this time, the sky outside has darkened, and the preparation of this material will not be ready in a day or two. Qin Hong is naturally anxious. It is not too late to wait until the materials are ready and then discuss the casting distance.

Sending away Qin Hong and others, Qin Bing's family is only three people left.

Chen Yan and Qin Yi were busy preparing dinner, and Qin Yi rarely took out some yellow wine on the table. Although Qin Yi, as the captain of the hunter team, has a low income for a year, he is not willing to drink this yellow wine. Today, he is happy to take out the little yellow wine left.

"Binger, your strength now is far more than that of your father. Your future will definitely be much wider than your father's, and your father also knows that you will leave Qinjiazhuang sooner or later!" Qin Yi drank a glass of yellow wine in his hand and said in a low voice.

"Brother Yi..." Chen Yan heard Qin Yi's words, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became a little wet.

"Dad..." Qin Bing was moved.

In his previous life, he did not enjoy his father's love and mother's love. The early death of his parents made him very urinate and inherit the business of the Qin family. He was dedicated to martial arts, and he didn't even feel family affection. The side uncles in the family mostly approached him for profit. Where did he come from? However, this life is different. Although he was born in a small village that is not rich, the warmth of his neighbor's family also made Qin Bing feel a lot in his heart.

"In fact, when you raised 120 catties of stone lock at the age of six, I guessed that there was such a day. Although you didn't go to 'Shu Wangzong' when you were seven years old, I also knew that Qinjiazhuang couldn't keep you for too long!" Qin Yi pondered for a moment and continued, "I just didn't expect that this day would come so fast!"

Originally, Zhuang Nei saw that Qin Bing's own cultivation was not worse than that of the "King of Shu", so he decided to let Qin Bing go out as an adult, but he didn't expect that Qin Bing had hidden his strength. Now he has the strength to go out. The little Qinjiazhuang can no longer accommodate him.

"Dad, I'm going to go out after the annual meeting is over!" Qin Bing thought about it a little. Now it is the end of spring, and there is still about half a year before the annual meeting, and it is estimated that it will take a month or two to cast his weapons. In addition, he has to teach Qin Hu and others skills. Although the world is continuous, it is not too long. I can also spend more time with my parents.

"annual meeting?" Chen Yan was slightly stunned when she heard the words. Although there was still half a year left for the annual meeting, Chen Yan still hoped that her son could stay for a longer period of time, so she looked at Qin Yi beside her.

Qin Yi naturally noticed Chen Yan's eyes and couldn't help frowning and thinking. After a long time, he said, "After the annual meeting, there is still half a year left."

"Thank you, Dad!" Qin Bing was moved, but he also knew that this was a world where the strong were respected, and standing at the peak of martial arts was his ideal for two generations. It must take more efforts than ordinary people to reach such a level.