usatvline Chapter 137: Blacksmithing
Chapter 137: Blacksmithing
A few of them went to Princess Xianning's mansion for dinner first, and then went out to the street when it was completely dark.
A wide variety of lanterns are hung on street stalls.
Rabbit and crab.
The lantern is exquisitely crafted, with joints and eyeballs that can move.
The stall owner operated the business skillfully, as if he were alive.
Bei Jingchu bought it directly.
But if you let her play by herself, the little rabbit will be very dull and stiff.
As expected, only the sellers know how to play with this kind of thing.
Bei Jingchu got tired of playing, so she threw the lantern to Yan Zhong and continued to give money to the next stall owner.
The group's attire did not fit in with the crowd on the street, but as it was a festive occasion, they were surrounded by many wealthy young men followed by servants and guards.
The difference for ordinary people is very obvious.
The fifteenth is already the beginning of spring, but the weather is still cold.
Their clothes may be thicker than in other seasons, but to Bei Jingchu, they are still very thin.
The upper is a thin layer of cloth that wraps the foot and is patched and embroidered with patches.
Some even went barefoot.
She couldn't help but ponder: [The smiles on their faces, are they celebrating the festival, or celebrating surviving another cold winter? ]
Bei Jingchu was startled by her hair being pulled suddenly, and she threw him over her shoulder.
"Pain Pain!"
"I took you out to play with good intentions, and this is how you treat your cousin!"
The person who fell to the ground got up with a grimace.
It turned out to be Beiqin.
The three little girls who followed them laughed openly.
Among them, Zhou Huanjiu laughed the happiest.
Lei Nian'er laughed and excused Bei Jingchu: "Your Highness has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so his body has a natural reaction."
"Young Marquis Qin could do anything else, but he had to touch Her Highness when she was lost in thought."
"Don't even mention Princess. If it were me, I would give you the same blow."
Bei Qin obviously didn't want to hear the explanation. The eleven-year-old boy confidently reached out to the four-year-old girl and said, "Pull me."
The culprit knew he was in the wrong and reached out his hand to pull him.
He pulled the boy up with force, causing him to stagger.
"...Your Highness, you are as strong as an ox."
Bei Jingchu: [I always feel like he is scolding me, but I have no evidence.]
Lei Nian'er suggested: "We have been walking around for so long, and all they sell are these things, nothing new, why don't we go to the brothel and take a look."
"What is a brothel?"
"It's a place where folk acrobatics, performances, storytelling, etc. are held."
"Tonight is the fifteenth night, there must be things that are not available on normal days, such as lion dancing, it must be very lively."
Bei Jingchu became interested and decided: "Let's go to the brothel."
As I got closer, I found that the crowd was rushing towards one place.
Bei Jingchu stopped a man and asked, "Brother, what's ahead? Why are everyone walking this way?"
Seeing that it was a child from a wealthy family, the man didn't respond, but he answered innocently: "I don't know, I just came here to join in the fun because there were so many people."
[It turns out that human nature is to like watching the fun. 】
Bei Jingchu was speechless for a moment, but someone passing by answered.
But when he said this, he was running, leaving only a tail sound.
"Girl, there's an iron flower show ahead, let's go grab a good seat."
[We need to grab a spot...]
Bei Jingchu and Lei Nian'er looked at each other and nodded slightly.
The two well-trained little girls rushed away directly. If they were faster, they would have taken off on the spot.
Yan Zhong followed steadily, keeping a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
The guards responsible for protecting Bei Jingchu were stunned for a moment, then rushed over.
Bei Huan and the other two were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Fortunately, the guards in charge of Zhou Huan's wine protected them and prevented them from being separated.
The three who couldn't keep up could only squeeze at the back of the crowd.
When Bei Jingchu and Lei Nian'er ran to the front, they were already out of breath.
Yan Zhong next to him still looked calm and composed.
"Yan Zhong, are your secret guards so strong? They ran for such a long time without even taking a breath."
Yan Zhong continued, "Your Highness, the secret guards are also human beings. I am out of breath."
what?
Bei Jingchu observed carefully and found that his breathing was indeed not very strong.
"Why didn't I see it?"
"Because I am trying my best to control it."
Controlling, is controlling your breathing the secret to running farther?
Bei Jingchu humbly asked: "Why do you want to control it?"
Yan Zhong stood holding a sword, his mask looking very serious. He replied, "It's more handsome this way."
Bei Jingchu:......
What a reasonable reason, he is worthy of being a man wearing long johns.
In front was a large wooden shed where a craftsman was boiling molten iron in a furnace on one side.
The molten iron is boiling hot, and its color is orange with red, and you can tell how high the temperature is at a glance.
You can feel the heat just by looking at it.
"Nian'er, do you know what iron flowers look like?"
Bei Jingchu only knew that before fireworks were made, people would make iron flowers to celebrate festivals.
So it should be very similar to fireworks.
Lei Nian'er nodded, stretched out her rebellious hand, and gently touched the top of the princess's head.
Although Her Highness is the most noble girl in Dai Viet, she has been locked up in the palace since she was a child for safety reasons.
I can’t imagine having so much homework in elementary school.
If she had been asked to learn so much at the age of four, she would definitely become a useless person.
Your Highness, this is so pitiful.
She explained what the iron flower was: "Your Highness, look at that spoon-like thing over there."
"Soon, the craftsmen will pour hot molten iron into those spoons."
"Then they ran under the woodshed with the ladle filled with molten iron and hit the ladle with a hammer in their free hand."
"The molten iron spread upwards, hit the wooden shed, and scattered out through the cracks in the shed."
Someone said, "Let's begin."
The noisy crowd quieted down a little.
The molten iron was poured into a row of iron spoons. A shirtless man picked up one of them and quickly ran under the wooden shed.
With a powerful swing of the hammer, fireworks exploded in the air, illuminating the sky of the capital city as if it were a night without sleep.
Immediately afterwards, another stream of iron flowers burst out, and the craftsmen ran to the wooden shed one after another to beat out the molten iron in their hands.
Bei Jingchu's eyes were focused on one of the special people. "Nian'er, look, there is another girl over there, also making iron flowers."
As soon as she finished her exclamation, an old man next to her started talking to her in a familiar manner.
"In the capital, the Lin family's iron flower crafts are the most famous."
"But the art of making iron flowers is passed down from father to son, not from father to daughter, because the molten iron is extremely hot. Once it touches clothes, it will catch fire and burn the person."
"So the men go shirtless. Girls can't be naked, and they don't have enough strength."
"There is only one girl in this generation of the Lin family, named Lin Jialing."
"She refused to accept the result and searched all over the world for fireproof fabric, which was simply a pipe dream."
"I didn't expect she would find it. Today is her first time making flower flowers."
After saying that, the old man looked ahead nervously, and the girl ran under the wooden shed.