Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Chapter 2
【Name: Wei An】

【Age: 15 years old】

【Master Skill: Calligraphy (Master Level)】

"Tsk tsk, master class!"

Wei An's heart was surging, and his calligraphy was greatly improved in an instant, and he was promoted to the level of a master.

The feeling of flying dragons and snakes full of pen and ink, as if he had practiced it with painstaking efforts for many years!
"Calligraphy master! This is a transcendent state that many people can't achieve through hard work!"

"However, I only spent 10 low-grade rough stones to simulate it once."

"This money is simply not worth it!"

Wei An breathed heavily, filled with emotions.

The simulation system of all things is amazing!
"The balance is 20, and I can simulate it twice more!" Wei An was emotionally excited, and immediately spent another 10 low-grade rough stones, and handed the brush in his hand to his wife.

This time, if he chooses to give it to his wife, how will Kangkang's result be different.

"Oh, for me?"

Madam thought it was interesting, smiled happily, and took the brush, then she patted Zhang Mingzhu's head, and said: "Mingzhu should be good, and learn from the master."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Mingzhu was sitting upright at the moment, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

Unbeknownst to the mother and daughter, the second simulation has already started quietly.

[You gave the brush to the head wife, the simulation officially begins]

……

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[The first year: I was handed over to a married woman by a heartless calligrapher, how unreasonable it is!Don't you feel bad for abandoning me like this?I followed the married woman into her room, she threw me in the bamboo tube, and then didn't take another look. 】

[Second year: I weep alone in the dust. 】

[The third year: My hair rots silently in the dust. 】

[Fourth year: A married woman hooked up with a young and strong guy. When the two were lingering on the table, the bamboo tube was knocked over to the ground, and I rolled into a corner. 】

[Fifth Year: I'm in the corner no one cares about. 】

[Sixth year: A mouse passed by and pissed on me, what the hell am I...]

[The seventh year: A group of ferocious strong men broke into the room, insulted the married woman in turn, tortured her to death, and then a fire broke out.Wuwuwu, I am so miserable, I was reduced to ashes little by little in the fire, who is more miserable than me? ! 】

[The simulation is over! 】

[You can choose one of the following rewards:]

【[-]. Ashes of Yanghao】

[[-]. Calligraphy skills possessed by brush holders]

"That's it?"

The corner of Wei An's mouth twitched, what the hell, the rewards obtained in this simulation are very rubbish, one is the ashes of the brush, and the other is the skill of calligraphy with zero experience.

It's all worthless!
How does this make a person choose?
It is also giving someone a writing brush, why is there such a huge gap in the simulation results?
"Well, the key is people!"

Wei An glanced sideways at his wife and Zhang Mingzhu, quickly understood, and summed up his experience.

The result of the simulation of all things ultimately depends on the person!

If you choose the man of destiny, everything will come naturally, and the results will be outstanding!

But if you misread it, and entrusted you with inhumanity, hum, the result will naturally be quite tragic!

then!

Two identical writing brushes, if you give them to the talented Zhang Mingzhu, you will make a lot of money; if you give them to the flamboyant wife, you will lose everything!
"Understood, you have to be accurate in judging people!"

Wei An muttered to himself, watching his wife turn away with the brush, and then his eyes swept across the entire forging room.

Suddenly, flashes of light appeared above each item.

Wei An's gaze focused, and when it landed on a certain object, those dots flashed immediately became clear, condensing each and every glowing handwriting.

He looks at a hammer.

[Item: Long Handled Hammer]

【Level: Level 1 Light White】

[Simulate this object once and consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to activate the simulation? 】

He looked again at a lump of coal.

[Item: Low-quality coal]

【Level: Level 1 Light White】

[Simulate this object once and consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to activate the simulation? 】

On the wall, there are many well-made objects hanging, such as a beautifully shaped knife.

[Item: Boning Knife]

【Level: Level 1 Light White】

[Simulate this object once and consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to activate the simulation? 】

With a glance, it is clear at a glance!
Wei An seems to possess the supernatural power of [appraisal] the names and grades of all things. All the items are in his eyes, and there are no secrets at all.

"There are so many things, all of which are level 1 and white..."

Wei An feels that a level 1 pale item means that the item is actually very ordinary, unremarkable, without any supernatural attributes.

But think about it, after all, the blacksmith shop is just a place run by mortals. There is not even a warrior here, so how can there be extraordinary items?

"Sir, can we start?"

Just when Wei An's imagination was running wild, Zhang Mingzhu's crisp voice came from the bright eyes.

Wei An immediately restrained his thoughts, smiled lightly and said, "Okay, I'll teach you how to hold a pen first."

Throughout the afternoon, Wei An taught Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy.

This little girl is really not simple, she is extremely intelligent, and she can learn it quickly, so Wei An can save a lot of worry.

Many parents help their children with homework, but they are so angry that they gnash their teeth.

Wei An and Zhang Mingzhu cooperated well, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

In the evening, after dinner, Wei An went back to the room, washed up, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

However, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"After four years, Madam will cheat."

"Seven years later, Yan Xingkong, the young master of Yanjiabao, will bloodbath the blacksmith shop and rob Zhang Mingzhu."

Zhang Sanqiao is a good person, capable of dealing with him, and he has helped Wei An. Of course, Wei An doesn't want to see a piece of green grass growing on his head.

As for seven years later, it would be even more terrifying, as it would directly affect Wei An's own life.

"Yanjiabao, I've only heard of such a place, but I know almost nothing about it." Wei An's mind was churning, he closed his eyes, and was in a daze, and didn't fall asleep until late at night.

Flash forward to the next morning.

After the rain, the sky is clear and refreshing, the air is much fresher, and the chill is a bit stronger.

After breakfast, Wei An came to the forging room.

"Is everyone here?"

Zhang Sanqiao also came, looked around, counted the number of people, nodded and said: "Okay, let's start working quickly."

More than a dozen muscular men didn't say a word, and they all got busy. The fire was quickly raised, and the forging room reverberated with clanging sounds as usual, and there was a lot of noise.

"Wei An, come here."

Zhang Sanqiao waved and called Wei An to an old master who was about fifty years old.

"This is Lu Ping, your uncle Lu. From now on, you will learn forging from him." Zhang Sanqiao arranged it accordingly.

Wei An hurriedly made a bow and said with a smile, "Uncle Lu, I will definitely learn from you."

"Good good."

Lu Ping smiled gently, without any dissatisfaction on his face.

You know, in Zhangji blacksmith shop, you won't get extra wages for taking apprentices. Many experienced workers find it troublesome and are unwilling to train newcomers.

Lu Ping was obviously not that kind of person.

Wei An has lived here for a month, has observed everyone, and has a certain understanding of Lu Ping. He has the character of a kind-hearted man, honest and approachable, not the kind of mean person who will bully and make things difficult for apprentices.

Because of this, Wei An had a good impression of Lu Ping, and was also sincerely satisfied with Zhang Sanqiao's arrangement.

"Forging iron is a physical job."

Lu Ping looked at Wei An, who was a little thin and slender, and said thoughtfully: "You start by pulling the bellows first, and practice your strength."

Wei An has nothing to do.

He sat in front of the bellows, held the handle with both hands, and pulled the bellows back and forth at once, stopping to add charcoal from time to time, and he was sweating profusely after a while.

When it was time to rest at noon, Wei An's whole body was numb, his arms were sore, and his hands were calloused.

"Take your time, just get used to it." Lu Ping saw everything in his eyes, and smiled as if he was used to it.

Wei An didn't hesitate, and said: "No problem, I am also a person who has suffered."

The two went to lunch together.

Wei An took the opportunity to chat with Lu Ping and asked about the situation in Yanjiabao.

"Yanjiabao?"

As soon as Lu Ping heard these three words, his face changed, and he said in a solemn tone: "Yanjiabao is a local snake with a radius of hundreds of miles. The Emperor of Earth, our Dafeng Town is also within their sphere of influence, and we have to go to them every year. Pay a protection fee."

(End of this chapter)