48 Hours a Day

Until the last day, Zhang Heng still failed to make a decision. He should bring the knife back to reality.

Zhang Heng thought about it, it is better to consult a professional after all.

So he held the chrysanthemum script and Zhuo Zhumaru constantly, and by the way, brought his unnamed katana to Kyoto's most famous knife house.

Because he had been looking at the knife before and had deliberately told him that famous knives were kept for him, both the head of the shop (the manager) and the kid (the second son of the shop) already knew him.

As soon as he saw him, he smiled. “Lord Abe, today is not the day of arrival, why are you interested in playing? ”

Zhang Heng randomly gave five pennies to the lad who opened the door, so that the latter's mouth was almost behind his head.

“Ah, I'm not here to buy a knife today, there are a few knives that I would like someone to identify. ”

The head and the handyman (senior manager) looked at each other and laughed.

“Why?” asked Zhang Heng.

“What a coincidence you are here today, the boss is usually not in the store, I don't know why today, came early, this is a good opportunity, there is no sword the boss doesn't know, up to famous works, down to the weapons made by ordinary blacksmiths, he can tell the story at a glance. ”

“So good?” Zhang Heng had some accidents.

“So whatever the knife-related questions are, just ask him, and of course, your knife better fit into his eyes.” The head smiled and squinted.

“Just don't worry about that, please refer me.” Zhang Hengdao.

“Follow me.” Zhang Heng was taken to a tea room behind the knife house at the end.

A skinny old man is making tea there.

“This Guest wants you to rate him.” He bowed down and cautioned.

“Thank you.” The old man nodded thanks.

The head then withdrew from the house, the old man pointed to the tatami on the ground, Zhang Hengmei, sat down courtesy. He had been in Japan for some time before the Tokyo drift, but not so much as now, he basically sat as he wanted.

Now that I'm in the country, I also learned a little bit about traditional Japanese sitting upright, the ankle joint stretches as far as possible, the back and calf are kept on a plane, on the seat, the heel and the inside of the toe for support... of course, it's just not very comfortable, this kind of sitting appearance like corporal punishment is also said to be coming from China.

But in China's subsequent history, no one seems to sit like this anymore.

The boss didn't say anything about helping Zhang Hengzheng with the knife, and Zhang Hengzheng wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, it was too early. There was still half a day until the end of the copy, and he sat there and watched the boss make tea.

Japanese tea ceremonies are divided into two main branches, matcha tea and fried tea, but in fact they all originate in China, the former from the Tang Dynasty, the latter from the Ming Qing Dynasty, and of course after arriving in Japan, there has been a development. The earliest tea seeds are said to have been brought back by Nara Dynasty to study in China.

Chili Hugh, on the other hand, is an integrator, and his and the idea of silence have a great influence on future generations.

The owner obviously understands this as well, lighting charcoal, boiling water, then warming the bowl, putting the hand milled tea end in the bowl, mixing the tea with cream, stirring with the teapot until it produces a thick foam (here you can use your own brain brush pan), the action is full of rhythm, and finally pouring the tea into two bowls, this is matcha tea.

Zhang Heng took one of the tea bowls from the boss and turned the pattern on the bowl to each other to thank each other.

Then took a light sip.

Well, he can't make much of a difference.

“Patience is good," said the boss, with a smile on his skinny face. He seemed to see Zhang Hengxin thinking, shaking his head. “Forget it, let's talk about knives. ”

Zhang Heng took out the first knife and handed it over.

“Numerous pearls are constant.” The boss only looked at it once and said, "In peacetime, Qingjiang Hengji cast it, the knife was constantly named, the blade was two feet and a half inches long. The bracelet on the knife came from the former master, Ji Lian, in order to break this knife, this is the famous Buddha's knife, but then it fell into the hands of the executioner, so called Tofi, the already disappeared qi came back a lot, need to find a Buddha's temple for some time. ”

“The boss is a swordsman.” Zhang Heng handed over a second knife.

“Oh, the chrysanthemum word is Zong, your good knife is quite good.” The boss touched the knife body, "see the quenching marks on it, deeper than the usual sword came, this technique is called a word" T-shape ", a literary work, the author is a word of the Sickle Age, the knife name, the blade length is 2 feet 4 inches 2 cents, the most famous owner is Director Okuda, unfortunately, this famous knife easily found the person of his own destiny, but he is a short-lived ghost, if you listen carefully, you can still hear it scream, the compassionate man with the sword, after all, is just a mistake of love. ”

After listening to the boss's comments, Zhang Heng fell into silence. A moment later, he raised his head, “What I want to ask you is which of these knives is more suitable for me. ”

When the boss heard the story, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he said, "Don't you still have a knife? Why don't you take it out? ”

“The knife is just a gift from a friend. It means a lot to me, but I'm afraid it won't come to your attention.” Zhang Hengdao.

But the boss didn't take his hand back. He said, "It's up to me to decide if I can get into my eyes. It's not you. Whether you judge me or not. ”

“As you wish.” Zhang Heng finally handed up the ordinary knife that Xiao Shanxi had given him.

“Well, this knife is really so-so, the people who cast it are so-so, the original owner is so-so, not even a name, the knife name is blank, it may be too embarrassing, I can't find a word about it in the history books, not even compared to what I have in store. ”

Zhang Heng couldn't stop crying. He had already said that the knife was very ordinary, but the old man still had to insist on commenting on it. The result of getting the knife was another harsh batch, which was a model for nothing to look for.

“Anyway, this knife was given to me by a friend, and it was meant to be.” Zhang Heng reached out and wanted to get a knife back.

However, the boss did not immediately let go, but said, "In that case, choose this one. ”

“Hmm?”

“I said, pick this one.” The boss faintly said, “Numero Zhumaru is always the knife of the people on Ji Lian, and the inscription of the chrysanthemum belongs to the general manager Okuda. Both of them branded the knife in their own way, so this is their knife, just their knife. ”

Zhang Heng heard something in his heart.

“The knife is finally famous for its name, no name matters, you can give it a name, no history doesn't matter, just write it yourself, write your history, it is also its history, not to mention that this knife has been sent about your feelings, this is your knife.” The boss is like a demon, constantly seducing and seducing Zhang Heng in his ear.

“You just don't want me to bring out a copy of these two famous knives?” Zhang Hengdao, he had implicitly guessed the identity of the other party, and Sex directly played cards.

The boss took a sip of tea and smiled. "This is your choice, I'm only responsible for advising, buying and leaving, no one regrets it. ”

“But you've said so much, and you can't hide the defect of the knife itself.” Zhang Heng had no words.

“You don't know for yourself, there's nothing perfectly beautiful about this world," the boss said, “like a man and a knife, who doesn't have a downfall, the emperor will have a lot of recklessness, the key is to have a noble hand. ”

“So... I was wondering, what do you mean, I'm the one who pulled the trigger? ”

“Hey, hey.” The boss laughed badly and lost the wind fairy bone when he was cooking tea, "I said, choosing between you, maybe when it will pull you too. ”