Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 21

After Master Zhong shook his hands and left, he left an embarrassing situation for the newly appointed forge manager to finish.

Chen Mou almost "Kuku" suffocated his laughter a few times, but Master Zhong's reversal was always inadvertent. He coughed, with embarrassment on his face, and said:
"Senior Brother Wan, it's hard to beat my fate, brother, I will just do it for a few days, please forgive me!"

How did the elder brother treat him in the past, no one has any idea.

Do you still expect him to repay his hatred with virtue?

Wan Lin came over in one breath.

In just a short moment, he had already contemplated the terrible thought of resigning himself three times, but when he thought of the years of hard work, he almost shivered for the last time.

He was very unwilling and decided to swallow his anger and stay.

Otherwise, not a single magic weapon has been successfully forged, and I don't know where the problem lies. How can I go to the forge of a small shop to find a position as a master?

There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, so what if you endure for a while?

"Senior brother Chen is serious. From now on, senior brother Chen will be in charge of the small hammer in the forging room. Wan's aptitude is blunt, so he won't get in the way. The forging room has a certain amount of tasks every month. I believe that senior brother Chen can lead us to complete them on time and in full. .”

"Ha, senior brother Wan is going to test my skills for a few months, brother, please give me some pointers."

Chen Mou didn't have the usual intentions, so he took up the challenge without saying a word, and shouted at the stupid and at a loss Fatty Xue: "Why are you still sticking around, don't you want to swing the sledgehammer?"

He picked up the small hammer and pliers, picked up a promising mortal sword embryo, stuffed it into the fire, and covered it with fire tiles.

Fatty Xue glanced at the elder brother who silently went to pull the bellows and turned into scraps, and he quickly picked up the sledgehammer.

The world is changing too fast, and he hasn't figured out the situation until now. Where did senior brother Chen get the confidence to let go of his hands and feet and swing a small hammer to create mortal weapons?

I didn't even have much chance to touch a sledgehammer before.

There is a rule in the forging room that the person in charge of the small hammer is only allowed to forge and waste one mortal weapon every ten days.

But seeing Senior Brother Chen's full confidence, Fatty Xue was a little uncertain, his mind was a little messed up, and his mood was complicated.

But there is one thing he is still clear about, whoever wields the small hammer, he is sure to follow whoever he is.

Otherwise, if he makes trouble on his own initiative, he will definitely be thrown on his head with the waste pot of mortal forging, saying that he didn't care about swinging the sledgehammer.

Senior Brother Chen had long thought that he was not pleasing to the eyes of senior senior brother. He had a strong desire to survive and a sense of crisis, so he absolutely could not take the initiative to give Senior Brother Chen any chance of retaliation.

He scolds and let him scold, Fat Master, I just don't move.

Apprentices expelled from Forging Bing Pavilion, at least in Danyangfang, other forging houses will not accept them.

Chen Mou checked the preparations in a dignified manner, knocking here, beating there, and even touched the cold water in the stone trough with his hands. The red sword embryo was placed on the anvil at a good angle, and it was knocked on the edge with a small hammer.

"Ding", the sledgehammer arrived as scheduled, and sparks scattered in the forging room.

The fire illuminated most of Wan Lin's face red. He was sitting on a cold bench, looking at the two hard-working blacksmiths with no expression on his face. How many years has it been since this scene?
The sour water in the bottom of my heart was bubbling and rolling out.

Before people leave, the tea is going to be cold.

Chen Moucai didn't care so much, he was too happy.

Since he became rich, he has transformed the side room of his family into a forging room. There is no shortage of forging furnaces, bellows, charcoal and charcoal, as well as ready-made pig iron, wrought iron, and sword embryos. At the price, I found a magic weapon sword embryo.

I closed the door of my forging room by myself, knocked with a sledgehammer, forged with a small hammer, and also took care of pulling the bellows. The wasted materials piled up in piles, and the kitchen knives, daggers, and short swords at home were also piled up.

Blacksmithing is not a coincidence, watch Master Zhong knocking a few more times, and knock it like that when you go home.

Guided by the theory he learned in college, he slowly explored the practice, forging wrought iron and increasing carbon to make steel.

Now with the cooperation of Fatty Xue, under the repeated hammering of [-] to [-] catties of sledgehammers, the quality of the steel mouth becomes more and more even, and the tempering is completed six times. He forges and trims the edges with a small hammer. Bamboo seems to be a master who has been tempered and tried.

It was Fatty Xue who stared blankly and almost gave a shit.

Started to learn crafts on the same day, one can win the big brother's attention and have the opportunity to swing a sledgehammer every day, and the other spends half a day drawing and half a day pulling bellows and doing odd jobs, only touching the sledgehammer occasionally, what is the difference in the end?
Chen Mou sent the sword embryo into the stove.

Fatty Xue ran quickly to close the door and seal the window.

In the dark forging room, there was the sound of "hudahuda" from the bellows, and none of the three people spoke.

Whether it is a mule or a horse depends on the quenching in the last step.

Chen Mou pretended to pinch the fingers with his left hand to count the time, and stared at the discolored sword embryo in the fire. When the slightly arc-shaped shadow appeared on the surface of the sword embryo, he waited a moment and quickly stretched out the pliers , took out the bright sword embryo, and threw it into the cold water neatly.

"Pfft", a white mist burst out.

Fatty Xue ran to open all the windows and doors again.

"Uh...Master Zhong, you're back."

Fatty Xue quickly moved out of the way.

Master Zhong waved his hand, signaling to the three of them not to be too polite.

He took the iron tongs in Chen Mou's hand, waited for a while, and took out the sword from the bubbling water. Fish scale patterns appeared on both sides of the sword, and carefully observed the oblique end of the sword in front of his eyes for a while, admiring: " Hundreds of steel smelting gates, heat, go up!"

Now, he felt more at ease letting Chen Mou manage the forge.

When Fangshi was haunted by ghosts, he once sent Chen Mou home and saw the blacksmithing tools in the side room. He was a scheming boy.

But the little guy with such outstanding forging talent still surprised Master Zhong.

"Master Zhong is very good, I was lucky enough to get lucky, and I have to learn and practice more with you and Senior Brother Wan in the future."

Chen Mou bowed his hands humbly.

He didn't expect that Master Zhong would kill a carbine, but it didn't matter.

Master Zhong gave a few words of encouragement, handed the sword to Xue Biao, and ordered him to sharpen his sword, and told Chen Mou to concentrate on the forging in the future, and he did not need to draw any more patterns in the morning. He turned around and left the forging to go out again.

It is natural to understand the deep meaning in such a light sentence.

Wait for Chen Mou to be dispatched from the East House.

Wan Lin sat down on the cold bench again, puzzled. Although it is not difficult to quench all weapons, they are considered qualified within a certain range, but the swords that Chen Mou casually quenched are of pure steel, which is obviously more than He waited a second.

He has learned forging on dogs for more than five years, and he is not as good as a three-month apprentice who has never touched a small hammer.

Wan Lin, who fell into doubts about his life choices, stared at the fire, frowning into a capital "bitterness".

Chen Mou used his strength to defeat the arrogance of the former senior brother, and established himself as the manager of the small hammer in the forging room. He just thought about it and forgot to hint to Master Zhong that it was time to raise his monthly salary.

The steward can get ten spirit stones a month.

Enough for him to go to Qianxiu Tower to drink flower wine five times.

After work, Wan Lin left early alone, and did not stay to wait for the two to be together.

Chen Mou walked out of the Forging Pavilion together with Fatty Xue, who laughed and told some lame jokes to get closer, and politely declined Xue Biao's invitation to treat guests to dinner. He must resist the unhealthy trend.

Why did you go early.

Can't you just ask for something else?

Who still lacks food at home?

It's midsummer, the sun sets late, and it gets dark almost an hour later.

Chen Mou walked to the hill near the courtyard of his residence, walked around the path to the south, stood on the sunny hillside in the south, and looked at the large spiritual field in front of him with the fragrance of rice flowers.

The emerald green is seductive, and a good harvest is in sight.

He was waiting for someone in the sunset, waiting for a man who was full of dirt and hadn't gotten rid of the vulgar taste.

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(PS: If all the Taoist masters look at it and smile, Lao Yan will be satisfied, ask for tickets, ask for follow-up reading, and various requests during the new book period... ang)

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