He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 13 I'm Here to Learn Blacksmithing

On the second day, Dong Songchang and Zhao Yankui arrived at the dining tent almost at the same time.

It is common knowledge that the two have never gotten along.

The blacksmiths standing next to Dong Songchang accounted for nearly half of the Southern Blacksmith Camp. Half of the remaining half followed Zhao Yankui, and the other half were fence-sitters or followed another master chef.

Dong Songchang didn't say anything, and someone behind him brought a cloth bag over, put it on the table and opened it.

I saw three large pieces of braised pork head meat, with a fragrant aroma.

The blacksmiths' daily meals were not too bad, but not much better either.

Now when I see these three pieces of pig head, I suddenly feel very greedy.

Dong Songchang held a fan in his hand and fanned himself proudly: "Brothers, divide the meat. I, Dong Songchang, will not treat my own people unfairly. If you work with me, you will get good food and good drinks!"

This is pure bullshit. The master chef is not an iron official. He just gets more silver than ordinary blacksmiths. How can it be enough to support so many people to eat meat every day?

Dong Songchang was just trying to flatter himself, and with the help of his brother-in-law, he just wanted to suppress Zhao Yankui.

The blacksmiths around him laughed and came forward to share the pig head. The gravel-like sorghum rice and the fragrant braised meat added a bit of deliciousness.

Even those blacksmiths who were fence-sitters or followed another master blacksmith couldn't help but shamelessly ask for a piece or two.

Only the blacksmiths who followed Zhao Yangkui, although a little envious, forced themselves to hold back.

Only a few people looked over there from time to time, with envy in their eyes.

Dong Songchang was very keen to notice this and waved at them: "Come over if you want to eat. We are all brothers, why be so formal."

Those people subconsciously glanced at Zhao Yankui, then shook their heads awkwardly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Following Zhao Yankui is indeed not as beneficial as following Dong Songchang. I heard that those blacksmiths can even get more money privately.

Although he didn't call these people over, it had already caused trouble for Zhao Yankui. Dong Songchang gently waved a paper fan and hummed a tune happily.

He believed that he used the methods of a scholar, respecting the wise and humble, and hitting the target from a distance.

But his burly body, the brocade clothes that were stretched to the point of being deformed, and the paper fan with cursive calligraphy on it looked really weird, like a chimpanzee playing the piano in a concert hall.

Zhao Yankui's face turned a little dark. It was a bit too much to poach someone in front of him.

At this time, a bowl of sorghum rice was placed in front of him: "A blacksmith must be strong himself. We make a living by our skills. If we rely on others' charity, we will never be able to eat enough."

Zhao Yankui looked up and saw Jiang Lin standing in front of him. His depressed mood suddenly became much brighter.

He laughed and picked up the bowl: "You are right. Relying on others for charity is no different from being a beggar. We don't need such cowards in the Southern Blacksmith Camp!"

Zhao Yankui is becoming more and more satisfied with his disciple Jiang Lin.

But the blacksmiths who were eating pig heads felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Yankui's words made them feel like they didn't know whether to eat or not.

Dong Songchang looked at Jiang Lin with a gloomy look and snorted, "It sounds nice, but you are just a little apprentice, and you also rely on the charity of the blacksmith camp to eat!"

If others were scolded by Dong Songchang, they would definitely not dare to open their mouths in rebuttal.

But Jiang Lin was surprisingly not afraid at all, and said loudly: "My fire-making skills are second to none in the entire Southern Blacksmith Camp. One person can do the work of eight apprentices. The pig iron I make every day is enough to give work to eight blacksmiths."

Dong Songchang opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to retort, but he didn't know how to say it.

Jiang Lin was right. The pig iron he produced alone was enough to match that of eight apprentices. Such labor would be a treasure in any blacksmith camp.

At this time, Jiang Lin said again: "Besides, I will become a formal blacksmith in the future. By then, I only need to forge a few high-quality weapons, which will be enough to cover the food expenses for these days."

If we just talk about lighting the fire, Dong Songchang really can't find any point to fight back.

But when Jiang Lin mentioned forging a top-grade weapon, he immediately perked up and sneered at Zhao Yankui, "Master Zhao, this is the disciple you accepted? He hasn't even learned how to use a hammer, but he wants to forge a top-grade weapon. If he really becomes a formal blacksmith, wouldn't he have to learn from his ancestors to forge magic weapons? Tsk tsk, what kind of master will lead what kind of disciple, they are all just boastful."

Not to mention Dong Songchang, even the other blacksmiths laughed.

The blacksmiths who followed Zhao Yangkui were also somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Lin.

This kid really doesn't know his place. Is it so easy to forge a quality weapon?

In the entire Southern Blacksmith Camp, I'm afraid Zhao Yankui is the only one who can do this, and this requires finding good enough materials.

Saying things like this is clearly giving others something to hold against you, which is really shameful!

Zhao Yankui suddenly slammed his bowl on the table and said in a deep voice: "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it. Since Jiang Lin dares to say so, I believe he can do it. I, Zhao Yankui's apprentice, am definitely not someone who does things without a purpose!"

"Just him?" Dong Songchang was full of disdain.

"Just me!"

"Just him!"

Two consecutive sounds came from Jiang Lin and Zhao Yankui respectively.

The master chef stood up, as tall and strong as a black iron tower, exuding an oppressive power.

Although Jiang Lin does not have such momentum, his eyes are as firm as anyone else's.

The master and the disciple stood side by side, looking at those people who were sneering at them. For a moment, the master and the disciple were actually more imposing than the other.

Even Dong Songchang was inexplicably shocked and turned his head to avoid the sharp edge: "It's just bragging, everyone can do it, it's not what a gentleman does."

The scene quickly became quiet and no one mentioned this again.

After dinner, Zhao Yankui specifically called Jiang Lin to go to the blacksmith shop together.

"Don't you regret taking me as your master? I'm not like Dong Songchang who can take out his spare money to support others, and I may not be able to bring you a bright future." Zhao Yankui suddenly said.

Jiang Lin did not answer this question, but asked: "Master, where does your casting skills rank among the four major blacksmith camps?"

Zhao Yankui didn't know why he asked this. After thinking for a while, he answered: "Even if the masters of the craftsmen are included, it is enough to rank in the top five. If we are lucky, it is possible to be in the top three."

When it comes to casting, Zhao Yankui is quite confident.

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "I'm here to learn how to forge iron, not how to eat pig's head."

Zhao Yankui was stunned for a moment, then he understood what he meant and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Good boy, it's getting more and more interesting." Zhao Yankui patted his shoulder and said solemnly: "Just for this sentence, I will definitely teach you all my skills and experience by example in the future. Forge high-quality weapons as soon as possible and let Dong Songchang, the hypocrite, know what the blacksmith camp is all about!"

Jiang Lin naturally wouldn't say that he only needed to eliminate the defects in the casting to easily pass the test.

He just looks down on people like Dong Songchang, who thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has a little background?

Then we must slap him hard in the face with facts!

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