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

Chapter 176 Steel also needs to eat
Facing everyone's congratulations, Jiang Lin smiled faintly and said, "Congratulations, congratulations."

Afterwards, Jiang Lin took out 12,000 taels of silver and gave them to Qi the blacksmith, asking him to take people to Kyoto to buy wine and food.

Among them, one thousand taels of wine and food belonged to the Southern Blacksmith Camp, and the other nine thousand taels belonged to the Nanling Camp.

It took nearly one hundred top-grade weapons to "feed" the Hengyu furnace, a precious weapon, and the Nanling camp "made an indelible contribution".

Song Tianjiu happily took the weapons back. It didn't matter that he didn't have precious weapons, because Jiang Lin already had the ability to make precious weapons, and he would have them sooner or later.

The Southern Blacksmith Camp was so bustling on that day.

Zhao Yankui, Yu Maoming, and even the steward Yan Tianrong were all there.

Hearing that Jiang Lin had built a furnace of precious weapon grade, no one in the Foundry Department could resist being tempted.

After confirming the grade with their own eyes, everyone looked at Jiang Lin with complicated expressions.

Everyone knew that Jiang Lin's future achievements were limitless, but who could have thought that he would find a way to create a magic weapon so quickly.

And I heard that it is related to fire-making skills, but no one can tell the details clearly.

However, the more mysterious it is, the more incredible it seems.

How can a precious weapon be made just by burning fire? I have never heard of it.

Originally, Yu Maoming thought that Jiang Lin might have to submit to the powerful because of the matter of the Baobing secret recipe.

Now he was a little relieved, no longer bound by the secret recipe. Given Jiang Lin's personality, he would not leave the blacksmith camp easily.

But it was only a slight relief, and the worries deep in my heart had not completely dissipated.

Yuan Gaohao, who was standing with Zhao Yankui, said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master Zhao, your apprentice has reached a higher level. I'm afraid he will really go down in history."

"Of course. I'll treat everyone to a drink when we get back!" Zhao Yankui laughed.

Yuan Gaohao whispered again: "The news that Master Jiang can forge precious weapons will probably spread soon, and then the powerful and wealthy will definitely come to win him over. Given Master Jiang's personality, he may not be willing to leave, and conflicts are inevitable. What should we do?"

"What else can we do? Jiang Lin doesn't want to leave. Who can forcibly abduct him? Besides, we have the Nanling camp here, so there is nothing to worry about." Zhao Yangkui said.

Yuan Gaohao wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Zhao Yankui had just been promoted to deputy engineer not long ago, so he had no idea how terrible the powerful could be.

Those people have all the means to do anything, no matter whether these means are decent or not, in short, no one has ever been seen who can truly resist them.

But now is a happy time, and Yuan Gaohao doesn't want to spoil the fun too much.

After all, even the steward Yan Tianrong was smiling in front of Jiang Lin at this moment.

Although Jiang Lin is only a master blacksmith, he is able to forge precious weapons and his status is far beyond the reach of ordinary blacksmiths.

Just look at the group of military officers in the Nanling camp, they want to lift Jiang Lin up and worship him.

Yan Tianrong has now completely given up the idea of ​​recruiting Jiang Lin into his team. He only wants to make friends with him as much as possible and never make enemies with him.

The celebration lasted until midnight.

The drinking party did not end until late at night.

Jiang Lin did not sleep. He came to the blacksmith shop, looked at the tall Hengyu furnace, and then lit the furnace and started the fire.

This was the first time that the Hengyu furnace was lit after being promoted to a treasure soldier. A piece of pig iron was thrown into it casually, and Jiang Lin suddenly felt a mysterious thought.

Is it normal fire burning, or is it melting?
With a thought, the flames in the furnace suddenly rose nearly twice as high, and the temperature of the fire instantly exceeded three thousand degrees.

The pig iron melts at a speed visible to the naked eye and finally disappears into the furnace.

Jiang Lin took a closer look but didn't find anything different. It should be that the grade of the pig iron was too low.

If he could fuse a hundred or eighty top-grade weapons, perhaps things would be different. Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but secretly have a headache.

Good materials are already incredibly expensive, and now you have to maintain the furnace.

After the Hengyu furnace was promoted to a treasure weapon, it had the ability to melt everything and improve itself. What about the hammer? What about the anvil?

Jiang Lin glanced at his own information, especially the description of the level 8 Yun Jin Cheng Feng skill, which allows him to fuse and forge objects.

At first I thought it was simply used to improve the grade of cast items, but now I think about it, it might be used to improve the grade of iron tools such as hammers and anvils.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh. He used to think that silver was useless and that having a house and iron tools of his own was enough.

The monthly salary should be enough.

Who would have thought that blacksmithing is so expensive!
As Jiang Lin sighed, his eyes gradually became firm.

Earn money! You must earn a lot of money to purchase good materials, otherwise how can you afford all these iron tools!
……

The next day.

As soon as the blacksmiths entered the smithy, they saw Jiang Lin had already started hammering.

Blacksmith Qi was a little surprised and asked, "Why did Master Jiang come so early?"

"Make money." Jiang Lin said without raising his head.

Everyone was surprised when they heard this. Making money?

Haven’t we already earned tens of thousands of taels? An ordinary person couldn’t spend it all in a lifetime. How much more do we need to earn?

Jiang Lin had no idea how to explain it. His own stove also had to "eat" and that little bit of silver was not enough for food and drink.

Since it’s hard to explain, I won’t explain it.

He worked hard at forging weapons and armor one by one, and one by one, top-grade weapons and armor were born from his hands.

However, there is not much that can be exchanged for silver. Now, more and more people from the martial arts world are coming to the Nanling camp to exchange heads for weapons.

On the roster given by Wuyashan, names were crossed out one by one.

At the same time, in Thunder Eagle Castle.

Lei Hexuan sat upright on a high seat with a gloomy face. The aura of the Yuanwu realm overflowed uncontrollably, suppressing the people below so that they could not raise their heads.

No one dared to speak. The fort was completely silent. Even the disciples walking outside subconsciously slowed down their pace for fear of making any noise.

After a while, Lei Hexuan asked, "How many people were lost?"

Deputy Castle Lord Yang Chenfeng stepped forward and said, "Reporting to the Castle Lord, the number of people who were killed is now known to be 103 seventh-rank, 19 eighth-rank, and 3 ninth-rank. In addition... Deputy Castle Lord Bai Yichen is at the peak of martial arts."

The atmosphere became even more depressing. It had only been such a short time, but Thunder Eagle Castle had suffered such a heavy loss.

What tens of thousands of disciples? For any martial arts force, masters above the seventh rank are the backbone.

If this part of the power is completely lost, no matter how many low-level disciples there are, they will only be mediocre.

The most important thing is that Bai Yichen, one of the deputy castle lords and a top martial arts master, was beheaded.

Yang Chenfeng swallowed his saliva and added, "The biggest loss was when Deputy Castle Master Bai went to the Nanling camp to seek justice. Otherwise, not so many people would have died."

Lei Hexuan's gaze shifted over and he said coldly, "You mean, we shouldn't go?"

Yang Chenfeng's heart trembled, and he quickly said: "I have no such intention, but the Nanling camp is where the border troops are located, and they have always been unreasonable. This matter, this matter..."

"Enough!" Lei Hexuan clapped his hands and stood up, shouting angrily: "Who among you can tell me who is plotting against my Thunder Eagle Castle behind the scenes!"

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