"San Lang, what are you looking at?" Niu Dabao turned away from the women and returned to the ironsmith's house. Seeing Qin San Lang reading a letter, he asked.
He didn't wait for Qin San Lang to answer and turned to Ironsmith Yu, a fierce look on his face replaced by a flattering smile, pleading softly, "Brother Yu, your family has been in the iron business for generations, and everyone in this city says you have a way to get pig iron. Considering that we need iron weapons to fight the Rong people, can you get some ironware for us brothers?"
Ironsmith Yu said with difficulty, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to sell ironware to you, it's just that these ironwares are already ordered, and even the pig iron has been bought. After finishing this batch of goods, I don't even know if I can get pig iron."
