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

Chapter 2 The Old Man and the Young Man

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The sound of iron striking was occasionally mixed with a muffled "bang".

Jiang Lin was sweating profusely as the sounds coming from the blacksmith shop came from time to time.

A hammer weighing more than ten pounds is not too heavy to lift, but it is extremely difficult to hit the desired position accurately.

Even with the help of the "Yun Jin Cheng Feng" system, only two or three of the ten hammers can hit accurately.

If other people saw this, they would surely burst into laughter.

But for Jiang Lin, it is not a problem, as accuracy can be improved by increasing the proficiency level.

For example, when it comes to fire-making skills, you may not know the trick at the beginning, but as your proficiency increases, your skill level will also improve.

From controlling the temperature at 100 degrees to perfect control within 1,000 degrees, otherwise, Jiang Lin would not have mastered the fire-making skills so well in less than a month.

Although these skills cannot make him instantly successful and prominent, Jiang Lin believes that hard work pays off.

As long as I continue to improve my skills, I will be able to thrive in this world in the future!

Now all he has to do is swing the hammer, and keep swinging the hammer!
After thirty blows, Jiang Lin was exhausted and out of breath, and both of his arms were so shaken that they seemed to be cramping.

[Skill 2: Tempering Lv1 (Proficiency 32/100)]

Seeing this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but shake his head. This was definitely not something that could be achieved in a day. Even if he risked his life to improve his proficiency within a day, he probably wouldn't have the energy to do anything tomorrow.

Besides, if he made everyone laugh at him with one blow of the hammer during the day, he would become an expert the next day, which would certainly make him look weird.

Take it slow, take one step at a time, and don't be too anxious.

Putting the hammer back to its original position, Jiang Lin rubbed his wrist and arm and walked towards the dining shed.

The dining tent in the blacksmith camp was very simple, and the meals were even simpler, with plenty of sorghum rice, a few slices of meat, and some worthless vegetable leaves mixed together and stewed.

To be precise, this is the meal of the formal blacksmith. If the apprentice is lucky and arrives early, he can barely get some broth with some hard vegetable stems.

If you are unlucky, you may not even have enough food to eat.

When he arrived at the dining tent, Jiang Lin didn't care about the food and went straight to wash the dishes.

The old man next to him didn't even look at him and just cleaned the stove.

The old man and the young man worked hard for a long time and cleaned the dining shed. The old man threw the rag into the pot and said, "Come earlier next time. There is a lot of work lately."

"Okay." Jiang Lin responded.

The old man said no more, turned around, held his right leg, and limped away.

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked at the table, where a bowl of sorghum rice covered with a layer of vegetable leaves was placed.

The heat is gone, but the fragrance is still strong.

Jiang Lin went over, picked up the bowl and chopsticks. Although he was starving, he still forced himself to suppress the urge to eat too much.

Under the leaves, every grain of rice was soaked in the broth, becoming plump.

Use two rows of teeth to slowly break up the rice, squeeze out almost invisible soup from the rice grains, open your mouth and take a light breath, then gulp it down into your stomach along with the finely chopped rice grains.

The aroma of meat took root in the stomach and rushed up the throat.

Fragrant, so fragrant!
Jiang Lin squatted beside the table, chewing slowly. He never sat at the table even if no one was watching.

Since there are rules, we should abide by them.

The old man's name was Wei Shan. He had been a member of the border army in his early years. It was said that he fought bravely, but he was seriously injured when he was about to be promoted to centurion.

Later, I was assigned to cook at the South Blacksmith Camp, and it has been twenty-eight years now.

Every time Jiang Lin came to the dining tent, he would help him clean up.

The apprentices didn't say anything openly, but they laughed at Jiang Lin's stupidity in private.

Others are rushing to get food so they can get the little broth left, but you are busying around like a waiter, and you don't get any reward. Why bother? It's meaningless to please the old man who cooks. You might as well go and help the blacksmiths tidy up the house. Maybe they can teach you some skills in private.

Jiang Lin never explained and didn't care what others thought. He just did his own thing.

From the fifteenth day onwards, every time Wei Shan left, there would be a bowl of sorghum rice soaked in broth on the table.

The old and the young have already formed a tacit understanding. If you don't say it, I won't mention it.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Lin washed the dishes and put them neatly together, then went to the side of the stove.

Most of the apprentices lived under the blacksmith's roof, but Jiang Lin lived in the dining shed.

Although it is ventilated on all sides, the roof is large enough so you will rarely get wet even in a heavy rain.

And if you get up early the next day, you can help Old Man Wei with some work.

Jiang Lin's bedding originally consisted of a bundle of straw and half a brick.

But now, there is an additional thin mattress that is neither new nor old.

Needless to say, it was naturally left by Wei Shan.

The old man was a man of few words, and even the familiar blacksmiths could hardly strike up a conversation with him.

A bowl of reserved rice and a thin quilt are equivalent to his language.

"I owe you another favor..."

Jiang Lin muttered to himself as he squatted down and carefully laid out the thatch, but he did not put down a thin mattress.

I was used to sleeping on latex pillows in my previous life, but now even using straw as a cushion on bricks is too uncomfortable.

This thin and short mattress is just right for use as a pillow.

After lying down, Jiang Lin couldn't help but squint his eyes at the soft touch on the back of his head. It had been a long time since he had felt so comfortable.

Looking up at the thatched roof, there was no moon or stars, only the yellowed grass stalks and the blackened wooden beams.

This world is very complicated. It has been a month since its arrival, but I still don’t understand even the tip of the iceberg.

At the same time, it is very simple, so simple that all you do every day is the same thing: make fire, make fire, and make fire.

Jiang Lin didn't want to live like this. In a month, the blacksmith camp would have its annual regular test.

The tests are divided into two categories. One is for the skills of formal blacksmiths. Those who pass will stay or be promoted, while those who fail will be expelled from the blacksmith camp.

The other category is for apprentices, who can become formal blacksmiths after passing the test.

If you fail, you will not be expelled from the blacksmith camp, but you will have to wait for the next year's test to have a chance to become a regular employee.

For Jiang Lin, the regular test next month is his biggest opportunity to make a name for himself in this world!
In addition, the new skill, Perceptive, requires the proficiency of the skill to be raised to Lv2 before it can be unlocked.

Just from the literal meaning, we can see that it is closely related to blacksmithing skills and has great potential for improvement.

Therefore, the most important thing at the moment is to improve your proficiency in honing your skills.

When I become a formal blacksmith, I have my own house, I can eat at the table, and then...

Jiang Lin was thinking in a daze, his hands seemed to be grasping something involuntarily, and he gradually fell asleep.

Outside the studio, the sky is dotted with stars, and occasionally a rainbow light flashes across the black sky like thunder, showing that this world is a little extraordinary.

The next day.

When Jiang Lin arrived at the blacksmith shop, he went to find the master chef Zhao Yankui first.

"Light the fire once, then come and hit it twice?" Zhao Yankui frowned slightly and said, "The art of hammering is not something you can learn by just hitting it twice. This will only be a waste of effort."

Jiang Lin said: "I just want to get more familiar with the feeling of the hammer falling. I beg Master to help me."

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