The two hesitated for a moment, but the blacksmith began shooing them away again: "Off you go! Don't loiter here, the silver's all gone, I'm shutting up shop!"
The blacksmith was quite rude and loud, even the people outside could hear him.
A young boy came in asking, "The silver's gone already today?"
"Sold out!" the blacksmith answered, "Those foreigners bought it all, not a filament was left!"
The young boy showed his discontent, "They bought it all, what do we do if our family runs out of silver? These people had to come now of all times!"
The blacksmith was indifferent, "You could melt down a silver fork."
"We already melted down two last month, there's not much left in the house." The young boy complained with a frown, but he knew it was no use griping at the blacksmith who had no silver left to sell. He muttered under his breath and turned away.
The blacksmith looked at Bai Youwei and Shen Mo, "Hey, why haven't you left yet?"
