Instead, there was a hint of sarcasm and ridicule in the old man's eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Liu Zian stood uneasily and asked, "What if Mrs. Wei finds out?"

The old swordsmith laughed and said: "You have already done it, and now you are afraid that Wei will know about it?"

Liu Zian frowned and glanced at the old man:

"Don't forget, this is not only my business, but also your business, old man. Let's think about how to deal with the people sent by the Wei family to get the sword. With the strength of the Wei family, it is impossible to say that there will be anyone of extremely high rank.

Qi practitioners come..."

The old swordsmith didn't answer, his expression remained as usual.

So the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

Liu Zian, who was wandering back and forth in the room in deep thought, suddenly raised his head and asked first:

"When will this sword be ready?"

The old swordsmith responded coldly:

"I would like to ask you, what is the reason for the fluctuation of the water level in Butterfly Creek in the past two days? Is it agreed to remain unchanged?

"Since the new county magistrate came, your Liu family has done nothing to satisfy me."

Liu Zian opened his mouth, but in the end he did not defend himself and said with a bitter taste:

“On the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony, Ouyang Lianghan had people open the Broken Wing Canal, and the river water poured in, which had some impact on the water level of Butterfly Creek.

"In addition, the last flood in Yunmengze at the end of the plum rainy season has begun, which will also have an impact on the water level of Butterfly Creek. However, Dickong Gate should be able to withstand it, so the problem is not too big.

"Old sir, what should we do now..."

Halfway through his words, Liu Zian noticed the cold gaze cast by the old man opposite.

He paused before speaking, took a deep breath, and nodded:

"I understand. The Liu family will spend another sum of money to support the county government to deal with the Zheyi Canal as soon as possible to see if the gap can be blocked and restart the second phase of the Zheyi Canal... without further delay."

Liu Zian's face felt a little painful. The Liu family had either been forced or proactively invested too many resources in the Zheyi Canal business.

The most outrageous thing is that after the Broken Wing Canal was completed, it was still the political achievement of the enemy Ouyang Lianghan.

Liu Zian rubbed his face, took a long breath, and no longer cared about short-term gains and losses.

He continued: "As for the rising water in the upper reaches of Yunmengze... Ouyang Lianghan should be able to withstand it."

The old swordsmith sneered: "Oh, you are expecting others to stand up to you again? You Liu family should really thank them."

The corner of Liu Zian's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a sentence for a long time:

"It's just mutual fulfillment."

After that, the two chatted briefly for a while, and the old swordsmith turned around and made a gesture of rushing away:

"Okay, let's go. I'm done here. It's your Liu family who's delaying the completion of the sword.

"Go ahead and block the Broken Wing Canal. When the water level of Butterfly Creek is restored, this sword will be born."

Liu Zian nodded solemnly.

The second head of the Liu family, who finally took power, was worried about Zhongzhong's departure.

In the sword furnace room, the old swordsmith was the only one left, standing silently in front of the furnace.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet.

Until the old swordsmith, who was looking down and thinking, picked up a jar of rice wine left on the table by a young county magistrate before he left.

He opened the lid, raised his head, and took a sip.

He suddenly turned his head and asked the sword-making furnace with the door closed:

"You like the energy on him?"

In the empty room, the old man stared at the air in front of him, his eyes fixed, as if he could see something that ordinary people could not see with the naked eye.

It’s like he’s talking to himself:

"Little guy, stop sucking secretly. If you had taken one more breath just now, you would have been discovered by that Xie girl.

"This girl is also always guarding her senior brother's energy. Oh, don't be found out and you are competing with her for food."

The old swordsmith's withered face showed rare wrinkles and smiled.

The old man waved his hand gently forward, as if greeting a child.

"Go, little one, to Butterfly Creek.

"Hey, you are so greedy. The hydrological luck that has leaked from Yunmengze, a huge mountain upstream for more than ten years, is not enough for you.

"Be careful, don't get caught by the Wuyue nuns from the Nujun Hall.

"Although, my master's sect and Donglin Temple seem to still owe them a tripod sword.
Chapter completed!