Zhao Feng ran out of the Zhao Family estate and up to Lin Taichu.
"Your Excellency, did you invite Feng Tie over?"
"He's here. Arrange a place for him to stay. Are there still empty rooms in the East Courtyard?"
Zhao Feng glanced at Feng Tie. Feng Tie was a head taller than him, his shoulders twice as broad, his arms thicker than Zhao Feng's waist. The leather armor on him was tattered beyond recognition, and his face was covered in scars. He did not look like a blacksmith—he looked like a butcher.
"There are still two empty rooms in the East Courtyard. One is beside Zhou Jin's, and one is at the eastern end of the courtyard."
"Put him beside him."
Zhao Feng nodded, walked up to Feng Tie, and cupped his fists.
"Senior Feng, this way, please."
Feng Tie followed Zhao Feng into the Zhao Family estate, crossed the courtyard, and arrived at the East Courtyard.
Zhou Jin's door was open. Zhou Jin was sitting in the doorway with a jug of wine in his hand. When he saw Feng Tie walk over, he set down the wine jug.
"Why are you here?"
"The blacksmith shop got smashed. I had nowhere to go, so I came to Luofeng City to beg for a mouthful of food."
Zhou Jin looked Feng Tie over, his gaze pausing briefly on the ruined leather armor he wore, then lifted the wine jug and kept drinking.
"If you're here, you're here. Pick any empty room in the East Courtyard, as long as you don't pick mine."
After the arrangements were made, Lin Taichu discussed cooperation with Feng Tie.
"Senior Feng, rest first. Tomorrow I'll take you to the Trading Holy Land and have a shop arranged for you."
Feng Tie sat on the