The blacksmith seemed to have found a comrade, and his face was filled with joy. He said, "Good, brother, since you're so straightforward, I can't bear not to part with this sword so reluctantly. Let's be friends. I'll sell it for seven taels, but you have to frequent my shop more."
He Tianshu laughed and said, "Of course, I have a group of brothers who might like some of your swords. If they're interested, I'll definitely bring them over. But when that happens, you have to give me a discount."
The blacksmith also laughed, "No problem, a repeat customer will naturally enjoy some benefits."
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua pulled on He Tianshu's sleeve. He Tianshu looked back and saw the little sword in Zhang Xiaohua's hand. He asked the blacksmith, "My little brother here seems to like this little sword quite a bit, how about letting him have it to play with?"
