Chapter 8: Yin and Yang Knife

Lin Fan and Li Tang's brothers are not good at repairing cars, and they can't even repair simple motorcycles. I can only do some scattered workers who are not technical in car repair, washing the car or cleaning some parts for the owner, and even handing tools to him for Ye Chutian.

In fact, car repair is a very profitable industry nowadays, especially those technicians who repair famous cars.

However, Ye's workshop does not make black money like other black-hearted car repair shops, and often just earns their own money. This car repair shop is the most famous car repair shop since it existed in Ningwu County.

"Boss Ye, can you tell your brother to hurry up?"

"I have to go to Datong to pull coal in the afternoon. Hurry up and help me fix it!"

"No hurry, my son is here. I'll help you with it soon!"

Ye Pengfei said with the pipe.

For many years, he hasn't done anything. Today's cars are changing with each passing day, which is a little different from those big cars before. He has never seen many car parts and accessories. He can only repair and learn frequently.

Ye Chutian is different. Since he learned to repair a car with Ye Pengfei, he has never stopped because of his excellent talent. Therefore, he has the best car repair technology here.

Ye Chutian went to the big coal-pulling truck, drove the engine, and heard a very rough sound of the engine, and there was thick smoke. The truck driver and Lin Fan stood aside and just saw Ye Chutian drilling around in the big truck. Ye Chutian's body was stained with dirty oil, and he jumped down from the car and said.

"It's okay. However, because this truck has not been cleaned up for a long time, it has been blocked or stuck by the dust and needs to be cleaned up again. It will not need to be repaired for a long time!"

When he started, the sound of the truck really recovered.

At this time, the truck driver did not expect Ye Chutian to be so fast, so he found out the problem and repaired it. He heard that it was best to clean up, so he asked the car repair shop to continue to clean up.

At this time, it was Lin Fan and Li Tang's turn to clean up the big truck. Ye Chutian repaired all the cars that were difficult to repair. Knowing that he could not use him in the car repair shop today, he went to the iron shop.

In fact, compared with iron repair, Ye Chutian likes iron more. The reason why he likes to repair cars is that he likes to modify cars, likes to modify cars, and likes the exciting feeling of racing cars after modification.

Last night, the three rotten Jialing they drove were the scrapped Jialing that his father bought from others. However, after Ye Chutian's repair and modification, in addition to the sound, it is still a little unpleasant, and its performance is similar to that of the new motorcycle.

As for iron, why does he prefer it?

Because he wants to make a knife that he thinks is the best!

Today, among the world's three famous knives, Damascus knives, Malays swords, Japanese samurai swords, but they do not include Chinese swords and Japanese samurai swords. They used to learn from Tang knives, but they are now more famous than Chinese swords.

In fact, the real price of a famous knife can't be bought together with the income of many ordinary families.

When Ye Chutian was little, when he saw his father and those uncles beating iron in the iron workshop, he also fell in love with the knives across the neck of the small triangle last night.

It took Ye Chutian almost two years to hit it out. The sharp knife did not reach the level of cutting iron like mud, but it was many times sharper than those ordinary fruit knives or pig-killing knives.

Because the material of the sharp knife is not ordinary iron, but two palm-sized meteorite iron, constantly beating. If there is a better formula, the knife made of meteorite will be sharper.

"Uncle Xiao!"

Ye Chutian had just arrived at the west gate of the compound, and there was an iron shop consisting of several rooms not far away. As soon as he entered it, in addition to hearing all kinds of noises, a burst of hot air, which made Ye Chutian sweat even more.

More than a dozen middle-aged people who are busy are the brothers of Ye Pengfei. Ye Chutian called Uncle Xiao, who is Xiao Hong, the second head of the workshop, and usually also manages the car repair shop and iron shop of the workshop.

"Ha ha, this summer, your boy has come to suffer again?"

"Why don't I ask other uncles to build it for you?"

He felt that young people like Ye Chutian did not have to enter and suffer at all. In addition to the heat and stuffiness in the iron shop, the steps of iron were also very troublesome. The money earned was not as fast as that of repairing the car.

However, in this compound, including Ye Pengfei, his brothers, and their families, there are more than 400 people, each opening their mouths. Except for the income of a car repair shop, they can't make ends meet at all. Only by selling kitchen knives and other kitchen utensils in an iron shop can we have enough income to make the life of people in the compound better.

"Uncle Xiao, this is my hobby!"

When Xiao Hong shook his head and went out, he knew that he could not persuade Ye Chutian, so he could only let him hit his favorite knife.

Ye Chutian saw that other uncles were sweating. When he was busy, he did not disturb them, but continued to build his other knife in a corner of the iron shop.

It has also been more than two years, and it has been called the yin and yang knife by Ye Chutian, which is a pair of the previous knife. However, in the past two years, Ye Chutian has felt that it was more difficult to build a yang knife in this yin and yang knife and would spend more energy.

"What's the matter!"

Ye Chutian took a handful of iron tongs, clamped the Yang knife that had become a small knife-shaped, put it on the side to burn coal, and burned the Yang knife red. Ye Chutian clamped it with iron tongs, lifted a large hammer weighing more than ten catties, and began to beat it until it was completely hardened.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

After beating, hold it and put it into the water aside, making a sound, and emitting thick smoke, circulating all the time.

Ye Chutian didn't know how much sweat flowed on his body and face. When almost the sweat could flow into his eyes, he took out a towel to wipe off the sweat, burned it red again, beat it, and over and over again, making the uncles next to him shocked when he looked at Ye Chutian.

If it were them, making a kitchen knife or some other knife would certainly not be as laborious as Ye Chutian. For more than two years, they have not played a knife.

Of course, Ye Chutian's previous pubic knife was sharp and did not shine in the night, just like black. They knew that they could not hit such a knife.

Ye Chutian made the iron in the shape of the original knife thicker, and the density is twice as thick as before.

The original two palm-sized meteorite irons were now beaten by him in the shape of a knife smaller than a palm.