Broken Night

Chapter 27—Lessons

That old man was the current elder of the Chen family, Chen Shugen. Being able to serve as the chief elder of the Chen family has extraordinary natural strength. Besides, the most important reason is that Chen Shugen is a tattoo artist. When the children of the Chen family entered the palaces, it was Chen Shugen who held the hand. Therefore, his status in the Chen family was second only to Chen Tie and his father.

“In my opinion, even if we can’t find the thief now, we must find a responsible person to come out.” Chen Shugen touched the beard on his chin: “At least give an explanation to those watching the show, let They know we’re not condoning the thief. We’re looking and we’re famous.”

Chen Tie heard the words, showing a thoughtful look: “Elder, what do you mean…”

Chen Shugen said meaningfully: “It’s not that when the tattoo soldier was stolen for the first time four years ago, Shui Yingyue, a student saw the tattoo soldier. And after seeing it, it was stolen.”

Chen Tie frowned: “I’ve heard what the first elder said, but he was a first-year student in the academy, and he was also a classmate in Aotian’s class. In other words, the child is only six years old. There’s no way it has anything to do with that kid.”

Chen Shugen shook his head: “What I said was just an explanation. For example, there might be someone behind the child who cooperated with him internally and externally? These are all unknown to us. And I didn’t say that the child should be responsible for something, just a small punishment and a big punishment. Just fine him taels of silver.”

“Silver taels?”

Chen Shugen nodded slowly: “According to the original estimate of Shui Yingyue, let him pay the compensation and leave it behind.” After speaking, he slowly stood up and walked out of the door with a cane: “Suggestion It has already been said that it is up to the owner of the house to implement it or not.”

…

Chen Shugen returned to his residence. As the chief elder of the Chen family and a tattoo artist dedicated to the family, his residence is naturally very large, and it is a specially built courtyard. His favorite is to sit by the small lake in the other courtyard.

“Elder.” A cheerful voice came.

A gentle smile appeared on Chen Shugen’s face: “Is it Xiaotian? Come in.”

It was Chen Aotian who ran into the courtyard.

Chen Shugen I was obsessed with tattoos, so he had no children or daughters. And it wasn’t until old age that he felt that there was no possibility of any breakthrough, and then he realized that there was no one around him. Therefore, he treats Chen Tie’s son Chen Aotian as his own son, and even the relationship between Chen Shugen and Chen Aotian is closer than that of Chen Tie and Chen Aotian, the biological father and son who are related by blood.

“Today is the day to enter the Gongfa Pavilion, that Xu Yan is still arrogant…” Every day, Chen Aotian came to Chen Shugen’s other courtyard like this, and he talked about the academy with him. Among them, the one that was mentioned the most was naturally Xu Yan, whom he disliked the most.

Thinking of his suggestion just now… Chen Shugen’s old eyes narrowed slightly, maybe he could teach this guy who made his baby Xiaotian unhappy.

…

“Very good.” Xu Yan patted his big bald head, which was his habit.

On the other hand, Qiao Zhigang was sweating profusely, but with a relieved expression on his face: “Really?”

Xu Yan nodded. In terms of forging, he completely entered the state: “Your weakness has always been in casting and engraving. And because of your family secrets, you have reached the top in terms of melting. .” Xu Yan picked up the sword in his hand, the blade was thin, but there was a blood groove. The design of this sword was deliberately used by Qiao Zhigang to hone himself in casting.

“In terms of casting, you have begun to catch up with your refining methods. The only disadvantage is that you are in carving, which may be because you only learned to forge when you were young.”

In the past four years, Xu Yan has learned a lot from studying basic pattern studies: “The so-called “ever-changing is inseparable from its origin, and pattern soldiers are also inseparable from pattern arrays. Your understanding of pattern patterns is still too shallow. If you have the opportunity, you can recognize patterns.” The deeper the knowledge, the smoother the road will be in the future.”

“And this sword… it’s a pity. It’s one step away, and it’s a second-order pattern soldier.”

Even with countless critical words, Qiao Zhigang showed a happy face. Naturally, is he a blacksmith who almost reached the second rank?

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Xu Yan became more and more convincing. In the past four years, Xu Yan’s guidance to him is better than his ten years behind closed doors. If it wasn’t for Xu Yan’s guidance, perhaps he would have only been a first-order blacksmith in his entire life. In just four short years, he had already stood at the threshold of a Tier 2 blacksmith.

Xu Yan looked at the sky outside the window and said, “It’s not early, today is the weekend. Go home as usual, and I’ll be back on Monday. Remember not to stop training your casting training and scribing homework, but I’ll check it out.” Then, he waved his hand, left the “Sacred Soldier Qiao’s House”, and walked towards the city gate.

At the city gate, I have seen the familiar figure: “Old coachman.”

When the old coachman saw Xu Yan’s figure, he also said with emotion, “The little baby grows so fast, maybe it will grow taller than the old man soon.”

Xu Yan laughed. He also had a lot of affection for this old coachman who had been driving him for four years. Since he had a cooperative relationship with Qiao Zhigang, in addition to giving all the money he earned to Lan Ming to spend on meals, he also made an agreement with the old coachman.

Eight taels of silver per trip, to carry Xu Yan back and forth to the village once a week.

This price is reasonable, after all, it is a long-term cooperation, and some discounts are normal.

…

Sitting in the durable carriage, Xu Yan quickly returned home.

It is also not surprising that as soon as I walked into the house, I smelled the tempting aroma of rice.

Xu Tian has been like this since he was a child. He always seems to be a prophet, always cooking at the moment Xu Yan returns home. Perhaps it was a habit of many years, but Xu Yan never felt abrupt. Everything went with the flow, sitting on the table and eating, talking about the trivialities of the college.

“You talked about that good friend Lan Ming, and you have the opportunity to bring him home for dinner. Let him taste what really high cooking skills are.”

Xu Yan silently looked at his father, who was like a vindictive child: “What’s the comparison with a child?” Xu Tian snorted, and said while holding the food: “Look at you every time you praise him for his cooking. It’s so delicious, and I didn’t see you complimenting me.”

“I’m not boasting, except for the one who taught me how to cook. I really haven’t seen anyone doing it better than me.”

Xu Yan also snorted and did not speak, because he had imagined that if he said something complimenting, this guy would definitely be arrogant.

…

After the meal, Xu Tian cleaned the dishes and chopsticks: “Recently, you have learned some basic medical skills, and I may start teaching you tattoo medicine.”

Xu Yan, who was still sitting lazily in the chair, immediately sat up straight when he heard the words.

In the past four years, all he studied at the academy was basic texture. As for physical exercise, it was avoided because of his congenital weakness. For the tattoo artist, he really didn’t have much hope. The tattoo artist is like the martial artist he knows.

It requires transparency and strength to engage in high-intensity battles, which he cannot do because he is born with a weak heart. Even after years of training, his limit is only fifteen minutes of high-intensity exercise.

Therefore, he put this hope in the tattoo artist.