Supreme Dragon Ring

Chapter 30

Chapter 33

"Beggars don't pretend to be so clean, and they don't even know how to take a bath." Dongfang Shenbing said, "And your eyes don't look like those of a beggar. Beggars have decadence in their eyes, but you don't."

Ye Tianming curled his lips, and retorted loudly with disapproval: "Uncle! You are too out, what age is it now, who still begs in dirty clothes? Nowadays, begging must be creative, innovative, and keep up with the times. pace. Only such a beggar is a qualified beggar, a beggar with ideals and qualities.”

Ye Tianming's voice was so loud that the beggars in the distance all lowered their heads in shame, thinking they were students because they were colleagues!Tianming's words made some people feel enlightened, and they suddenly realized that a whole new world appeared in front of them - a new road of begging!
A month later, such a group of beggars appeared in Ziyun County.They are cleanly dressed, some are full of poetic temperament, some are like philosophers.The places where they beg are no longer the streets, but hotels, nightclubs and other weakened places. They hold a guitar and a drawing board, and they can quickly arouse the curiosity of customers.

Strange to say, this way of begging works surprisingly well, and most of the daily income per person exceeds 1000 yuan.Years later, whenever this group of people who made their fortunes by begging get together again, they will definitely think of the abandoned factory, the sunny boy, and of course the thought-provoking words: a qualified beggar, a beggar with ideals and ambitions. Quality beggars!

The Eastern God Soldier was taken aback, he was almost cut off from the world, and he didn't care about the outside world at all, so he didn't dare to conclude that Ye Tianming was not a beggar anymore.After pondering for a moment, he finally asked, "Do you want to work for me?"

Ye Tianming nodded and said with a smile: "But I must know how much money you can give me before. I'm here to make money."

Dongfang Shenbing snorted: "As long as you do well, I will give you 200 yuan a day."

Ye Tianming was speechless secretly, thinking that this salary is definitely higher than that of the migrant worker uncle!With a smile on his face, he quickly said: "Okay, I did it!"

Ye Tianming entered the abandoned workshop and found that there were all kinds of knife casting tools in the spacious workshop.There is a whetstone as long as a person, and a steel sheet more than two meters long.

There is also an air hammer for hammering iron in the central position, next to the stove and electric blower.Next to it is an electric sand wheel and a splitting machine, both of which are modern casting tools.

Tianming murmured in his heart: "There is an air hammer and a blower, how can I need help from others?" It turned out that the former blacksmiths used bellows to blow air for the furnace, and beat them with big and small hammers.The bellows and hammer are more convenient to use. The air hammer strikes evenly and powerfully, and the wind blown by the blower is ten times stronger than that of the bellows.

Looking around, Tianming saw a huge platform for forging iron - an anvil. This kind of thing usually weighs hundreds of catties, but the one in front of him is even bigger, weighing at least 300 catties.Surrounding the anvil are a dozen hammers of various sizes and shapes.

Some of the striking surfaces of the hammers are round, some are square, some are hexagonal, and some are like chopping axes. I don’t know what they are used for.Flat, round, square, all kinds of hammer handles are oily and shiny, which shows that they are often used by people.

"Young man, you must be smart and quick to do things for me. If you are too stupid, I won't use you." The Eastern Divine Soldier spoke, and he was very rude.

"I'm not stupid." Ye Tianming licked his lips and smiled, "And I have strength in my arms. If I have any work, just order it."

The Oriental Divine Soldier nodded, took the iron tongs, and quickly pulled out a red, hot, round iron block from the stove, and said loudly: "Knock this piece of iron flat and make it into an iron sheet." Put the iron block on the anvil.

Tianming scolded his mother in his heart, and said in his heart that with such a lump of iron, it would take until the year of the monkey to smash it into iron?

Although he was not happy, Tianming could not refuse.Since you can't refuse, make it perfect.This is Ye Tianming's idea, but also his character.

"Ding ding..." After knocking more than a dozen times, the red iron block was flattened and began to spread out.

As soon as Tianming started to strike, he showed his advantages of great strength, quick movements, and good eyesight. He could not only distinguish the effect of each hammer, but also accurately control the strength.The hammer only hits thick places, so the iron is spread evenly.

Due to being removed from the fire, the discus-shaped iron block quickly cooled down and turned blue-black.Tianming had no choice but to take it and heat it in the furnace.Back and forth, hammering, heating, hammering and heating again, a piece of iron was smashed into an iron sheet with a diameter of about [-] centimeters.

In the process of hitting with the hammer, Tianming also mastered some skills.For example, how to make the hammer hit evenly, how to use the rebound force of the hammer to reduce physical exertion and so on.Practice makes perfect, naturally, Tianming mastered these skills.

Two hours later, the iron sheet had expanded to a diameter of forty centimeters, vaguely like a square sheet of iron.

While Ye Tianming was smashing the iron sheet, the Eastern Divine Soldier was sharpening the knife. The knife in his hand was about 1.5 meters long, blue-gray, with blood-red cloud patterns on it.The ancients wrote a poem "sharpening a sword in ten years", but this is not a complete exaggeration. It really takes months or even years to sharpen a sword in a well-crafted and regular sword-making workshop.

Moreover, there are different types of whetstones used, from coarse to fine, from coarse to fine, progressively, and finally polished with fine gauze paper.

The same is true for sharpening knives, the process is very long, which is why the production of famous ancient swords often takes three to five years, because just sharpening knives takes a very long time.

Famous knives and famous swords are like human beings, they are not achieved overnight, only after thousands of years of practice and countless accumulations can they be accumulated and made a blockbuster.

When the Eastern Divine Soldier was sharpening his sword, he was very focused. His arms were very steady, as light as he was heavy, and his movements were actually quite graceful.Ye Tianming glanced occasionally, and found that the spirit of the Eastern God Soldier was very restrained, as if all his will was absorbed into one point, and the target of this point was the long knife in his hand.

After knocking for two hours, even a strong physique like Tianming began to be overwhelmed, but since the Eastern Gods didn't stop, he had no choice but to continue beating.

"I'll hit, I'll hit, I'll hit, hit, hit." Tianming shouted the rhythm in his heart, and the hammer beat with the rhythm, and there was a sound of "ding, ding, ding ding".

"stop!"

Suddenly, the voice of the Eastern God Soldier came from behind.

Tianming's body suddenly became slack, he looked left and right, and wanted to find a place to sit down immediately to tell the news, but he was exhausted.

"Fold the iron piece in half to one-sixteenth the size, and continue beating!" The Eastern Divine Soldier ordered.

The muscles on Ye Tianming's face that had just been relaxed suddenly stiffened. He turned his head and stared fiercely at the Eastern Divine Soldier, and the Eastern Divine Soldier had already started sharpening his knife again.

"This old cripple won't play tricks on me, will he?" Tianming stared straight at the Eastern God Soldier, thinking about it.The Eastern Magic Soldier who was sharpening the knife ignored Ye Tianming at all, he was still focused on sharpening the knife, and every time he sharpened it, there was a slight "Sisi" sound, which was crisp and long.

"Follow what the old cripple said, or you may not be able to complete the task of the bad woman." Tianming reluctantly took the iron chop, chopped off the iron sheet, and then folded it over and over again.Iron sheets are not paper, and can be easily folded into sixteenths.

Tianming had to thin the folded place first with an iron chopping blow, and then beat it under high heat.Holding the iron tongs in one hand and beating the hammer with the other, the sound of "clinking" kept ringing. Tianming felt that he was a poor child doing hard work for the landlord's family in the old society.

(End of this chapter)