The young couple soon arrived at North Street and found Zhang Dachui’s blacksmith shop.

The two were led to the backyard by a boy. A man with a naked upper body and strong muscles was facing away from them.

The middle-aged man holding the iron block with pliers and hammering it with a hammer in the other hand, raised his head when he heard the sound. His men did not stop, they just glanced at the two of them and stared at the iron block.

“Why are you here again?” He asked while beating. When

Lu Bocheng heard it, and he hurried over: “It’s not me who wants to come this time, it’s my wife who wants to come.”

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at Su Qing’an.

Su Qing’an could tell from the conversation between the two that Lu Bocheng was familiar with the shop owner.

Yes, he has been in the town for nearly 20 years, and he knows every corner and every person.

“What do you want to beat?” Zhang Dachui’s men asked without stopping.

“I want to forge a breastplate.”

The man’s men paused and looked up at her. Lu Bocheng also looked at her in surprise.

“Breastplate? Is it for me?” Lu Bocheng’s mouth corners raised, grinning.

Zhang Dachui couldn’t bear to see him like this, so he turned his eyes away.

He continued his action: “If you want to beat his war gear, he has to prepare it himself. If you don’t have anything to beat, hurry out. It’s hot already, and it’s even hotter when you come in.”

Su Qingmei looked at him. The fire was burning next to him. On Zhang Dachui’s strong wheat-colored skin, beads of sweat rolled down, one after another…

Suddenly her vision was blocked…

When she looked closely, Lu Bocheng was standing in front of her, whispering in her ear: “Where are you looking at?”

Su Qingmei rolled her eyes at him and looked at the shelves in the backyard. There were all kinds of iron tools and iron lumps. Most finished products were farm tools, kitchen utensils, and the like.

“No daggers, swords?”

Lu Bocheng quickly stopped her and explained to her: “You need government approval to make weapons. If someone reports him, he can’t open his store.”

Su Qingmei nodded. It seemed that the government had strict control over private blacksmith shops.

After thinking about it, since Lu Bocheng had already prepared the protective gear, she didn’t worry about it. So she said to Zhang Dachui: “Master Zhang, please make for me two small things. I wonder if you have paper and pen. I’ll draw them and see if you can make them.”

Zhang Dachui shouted, and the young man watching the shop in front ran in again.

“Go get paper and pen.”

“Yes, Master.”

He quickly went into the house and brought paper and a pen.

Su Qingyu drew an egg separator and a mixer on paper and handed them to Zhang Dachui.

Zhang Dachui took it and looked at it, nodded: “It’s OK, come and get it in two days.”

Su Qingyu was relieved. After paying the money, she and Lu Bocheng left the shop.

On the way, she asked him, “Did you use the gold ingot to make a protective outfit?”

Lu Bocheng nodded and said, “After listening to the military book you talked about, I thought I must work hard to live longer. In the future, I will practice the contents of the military book myself. My master asked me to find Zhang Dachui. Only then did I know that Zhang Dachui was actually a great man. Although he has a lame leg, his craftsmanship is really superb, and he can even make weapons. My master said that he is a man with a story.”

Lame leg? He was sitting there at first, and no one could tell. However, she agreed with what his master said, that man was not simple at first glance, with clear eyes, which ordinary people would not have.

Su Qingyu took him to the cloth shop to buy some silk and some wear-resistant thick cloth and then returned to the Lu family.

“Why did you buy these silks? Not only does it cost money, but you will also be criticized by Wu Shi if you wear them. And this thick cloth is so thick, don’t you think it’s stuffy in this season?”

Lu Bocheng was holding a few pieces of cloth, chattering all the way, complaining endlessly.

Su Qingyu was impatient to listen, so she simply quickened her pace and rushed into the house before him.

This woman! She didn’t understand that the husband was the head of the wife! A country girl with no education. Lu Bocheng gritted his teeth at Su Qingyu’s back and decided to show his husband’s authority in the evening.

After dinner, Su Qingyu stopped Aunt Zhou who was about to leave.

“Aunt Zhou, last time I heard you say that your mother-in-law and daughter take on mending work outside, right? Do you know if they also take on making clothes?”

Aunt Zhou had been very grateful since she was hired by the Lu family to do the work. She came early and left late.

She did her job well, didn’t talk much, and was diligent. Even the most picky Wu Shi said nothing to her. She was very grateful to the Lu family. With this regular job, she could bring home one or two taels of silver every month, which was a great supplement.

So she not only did the cooking work for the Lu family, but also did the cleaning, sweeping, mending, and washing, saving Wu Shi a lot of effort. Su Qingyu was also relieved and was very grateful to her. Occasionally, she would let her take the leftovers from the kitchen back home.

Her mother-in-law and daughter took jobs outside, and they didn’t get paid every day. Not only did they work hard, but they didn’t get paid much. So she cherished the work at the Lu family. She was afraid that the Lu family would be dissatisfied and fire her.

The new daughter-in-law called her and she was feeling uneasy.

When she heard Su Qingyu asking her, she responded and nodded repeatedly: “Yes, yes, my daughter and mother-in-law are good at sewing. The stitches are fine and dense, and their hands and feet are neat and tidy. All the families who have asked them to do work have praised them.”

Su Qing’an looked at her cautious expression, smiled, and said: “That’s good. You also know that Lu Bocheng is leaving, I want you to help make a few clothes. The clothes are not the same as those we usually see.”

“We can do it, we will do whatever you tell us to do, Madam.”

“Just call me by my name, it will be more friendly.”

“Hey, okay, okay.”

Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: “Fortunately, you married him, otherwise who would prepare these for Bocheng. A child without a mother… Hey, I hope he can survive, otherwise who in this family will remember him… If my wife and my eldest son can also survive…”

Su Qingyu listened silently, comforted her with a few words, and when she calmed down, she handed her a few pieces of cloth. She gave her some instructions again. The other party repeatedly said that he would hurry up and do it well, and then she left with the clothes.

When he returned to the room, she met Lu Bocheng’s endless questions. Su Qingyu was annoyed by the questions and yelled at him: “The cloth is not for me, but for making clothes for you!”

Lu Bocheng was stunned, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

After his mother passed away, he always threw a tantrum and asked Lu Shengcai for new clothes. Now someone finally took the initiative to buy fabrics to make clothes for him?

“You, you woman, make clothes for me, what is there to hide, just say it. Besides, why do I need to use silk to make clothes! You woman, don’t know what’s good for you, silk is not expensive? It’s not durable. Just make one set, and avoid Wu Shi when you wear it. I’ll go to Zhou Shi’s house and ask them to modify it and make it for you.”

Although he hadn’t seen this woman shy and coquettish in front of him, it seemed that she still knew that the husband was the leader of the family. She also made silk clothes for him.

This woman, really. Lu Bocheng was so happy that he was about to go out with a grin.

Su Qingyu stopped him, “Come back!”

“I’ll be back soon, why should I wear silk clothes?” Lu Bocheng muttered without even turning his head.

What was wrong with her? He kept talking to himself!

“That’s for you to wear on the battlefield!” Su Qingyu yelled again.

Huh? Did he need to wear silk clothes on the battlefield? Lu Bocheng had one foot out of the door, and one foot was still inside. He twisted his body and looked back at her with a puzzled look.

(End of this chapter)