After Master Zhong waved his hands and left, he left an embarrassing stall for the newly appointed forging manager to finish.

Chen Mou almost said "Kuku" several times while suppressing laughter. Master Zhong's transformation always happened inadvertently. He coughed, pretending to be embarrassed, and said:

"Senior Brother Wan, it's hard to disobey your orders. Brother, I will just do it for a few days. Please bear with me!"

No one has any idea how his senior brother treated him in the past.

Do you still expect him to repay evil with kindness?

Wan Lin will come over in one breath.

In just a short moment, he had already had the terrible thought of resigning three times, but when he thought about the years of hard work, he still had one final shudder.

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

Otherwise, not a single magic weapon has been forged successfully, and I don’t know where the problem lies. How can I find a position as a master in a small shop’s blacksmithing room?

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

"Senior Brother Chen's words are serious. From now on, Senior Brother Chen will be in charge of the small hammers in the forging room. Wan is not in the way due to his blunt qualifications. The forging room has a certain quota of tasks every month. I believe that Senior Brother Chen can lead us to complete it on time and in full.

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"Ha, Senior Brother Wan is going to test my skills over several months. Please give me some advice."

Chen Mou had no intention of being used to it, so he accepted the challenge without saying a word, and shouted to Fatty Xue, who was dumbfounded and at a loss what to do: "Why are you still holding on? You don't want to swing the sledgehammer anymore?"

Pick up the hammer and pliers, pick up a promising mortal sword embryo, put it into the fire, and cover it with fire tiles.

Fatty Xue glanced at the senior brother who silently walked to pull the bellows and became a scrap, and he quickly picked up the sledgehammer.

The world is changing so fast, and he still hasn't figured out the situation yet. Where did Senior Brother Chen... get the confidence to dare to use a small hammer to create a mortal weapon?

In the past, I didn’t even have much chance to touch a sledgehammer.

There are regulations in the blacksmithing room, and the hammer-handling manager is only allowed to forge one mortal weapon every ten days.

But looking at Senior Brother Chen's confident look, Fatty Xue was a little unsure. His mind was a little confused and his mood was complicated.

But one thing is still clear to him. Whoever holds the hammer will be the one he follows.

Otherwise, if he makes trouble on his own initiative, the scrapped human weapon will definitely be slapped on his head, saying that he didn't use the sledgehammer carefully.

Senior Brother Chen has long disliked him for fawning over his senior brother. He has a strong desire to survive and a sense of crisis, and he must not take the initiative to give Senior Brother Chen any opportunity to retaliate.

Let him scold you, but I won’t move, Fatty.

Apprentices dismissed from the Forging Pavilion, at least in Danyangfang, will not be accepted by other forging houses.

Chen Mou inspected the preparations in a formal manner, knocking here, tapping there, and even touched the cold quenching water in the stone trough. With the dignity of a forge manager on his face, he used iron tongs to remove the hot water.

Take the red sword embryo, place it at a good angle on the anvil, and tap the edge with a small hammer.

"Ding", the sledgehammer arrived as promised, and sparks flew everywhere in the forge.

Most of Wan Lin's face was illuminated by the fire, and he was sitting on a cold bench, expressionlessly looking at the two people working hard at the iron. How many years has this scene disappeared?

The sour water in my heart bubbles and rolls outward.

The tea is going to get cold before anyone leaves.

Chen Mou didn't care about that much, he was so happy.

Since he got rich, he has transformed the side room of his family into a forge. There is a forge, a bellows, charcoal and ready-made pig iron, wrought iron, and sword embryos. He also spent some money from the grocery store a few days ago.

At the price, I got a magic weapon sword embryo.

I closed the door by myself in my own forging room, hammering with sledgehammers, forging with small hammers, and pulling bellows. The wasted materials piled up in piles, including the kitchen knives, daggers, daggers, etc. at home.
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There is no skill in blacksmithing, just watch the master clock and knock it a few times, and then just keep knocking it when you get home.

With the theory he learned in college as a guide, he slowly explored practice, forging wrought iron and adding carbon to make steel hundreds of times.

Now with the cooperation of Fatty Xue, under repeated hammering and blowing with a sledgehammer of forty or fifty kilograms, the quality of the steel mouth has become tighter and more uniform. Six temperings have been completed intensively. He used a small hammer to forge and trim the edges. He did it very skillfully and with great determination.

Bamboo seems to be a master who has been tempered for many years.

Fatty Xue was so stunned that he almost laughed out loud.

I started learning a craft on the same day. One person got the opportunity to swing a sledgehammer every day with the advice of his senior brother, while the other half-day drew and half-day worked on the bellows and only occasionally touched the sledgehammer. How big a difference is there in the end?

Chen Mou sent the sword embryo into the furnace.

Fatty Xue ran very fast to close the door and seal the window.

In the dark forge, the sound of the bellows whirring was heard, but 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 keep time with his fingers with his left hand, staring at the discolored sword embryo in the fire. When the slightly curved shadow appeared unnoticeably on the surface of the sword embryo, he waited a moment and quickly stretched out his pliers.

, clip out the bright sword embryo and throw it neatly into the cold water.

"Pfft", white mist and water vapor emerged.

Fatty Xue once again ran hard and opened the windows and doors.

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

Fatty Xue quickly got out of the way.

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

He took the iron tongs from Chen Mou's hand, waited for a while, and then took out the sword from the bubbling water. There were faint fish scale patterns on both sides of the sword. He held the sword diagonally in front of his eyes and observed it carefully for a while, and praised: "

At the steel-making port, the heat is up!”

Now, he felt more at ease letting Chen Mou take charge of the forging room.

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

But Master Zhong was quite surprised by the little guy with such outstanding forging talent.

"Master Zhong, I am lucky to have a chance. I will have to learn and practice more with you and Senior Brother Wan from now on."

Chen Mou humbly handed over his hand.

He didn't expect Master Zhong to kill someone, but it didn't matter.

Master Zhong gave some gentle words of encouragement, handed the sword to Xue Biao, and asked him to sharpen the sword and sharpen it. He told Chen Mou to concentrate on the forging from now on, and there was no need to draw any more patterns in the morning. He turned around and left the forging.
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It’s a light sentence, but it’s natural to understand the deep meaning in it.

Wait until Chen Mou is dispatched from the east room.

Wan Lin sat back on the cold bench, puzzled. Although it is not difficult to quench any weapon and can be considered qualified within a certain range, the sword that Chen Mou casually quenched was so perfect that it was obviously better than

He is on the same level.

He has spent more than five years learning to forge from a dog, and he is worse than a three-month apprentice who has never touched a hammer.

Wan Lin, who was doubting his life choices, stared at the fire, his brows furrowed into a capital word "bitter".

Chen Mou used his strength to defeat the arrogance of his former senior brother and established himself as the manager of the small hammer in the blacksmithing room. He was so happy that he forgot to hint to Master Zhong that it was time to increase his monthly salary.

A steward can get ten spiritual stones in a month.

It’s enough for him to go to Qianxiu Tower and drink flower wine five times.

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

Chen Mou walked out of the Forging Pavilion with Fatty Xue, who was laughing and telling some bad jokes to get closer, and politely declined Xue Biao's invitation to have dinner. He must resist the unhealthy trend.

What did you do earlier?

Can't you please ask for something else?

Whose family still lacks food?

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

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

The lush greenery is eye-catching, and a good harvest is in sight.

He was waiting for someone in the sunset, waiting for a man who was full of earthy smell and had not yet left behind low-level taste.

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Chapter completed!