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

Chapter 57: Poking Lou Zi

"If you can't hand it over, you won't be the only one to lose your head. Many people in the South Blacksmith Camp will lose their heads!" Liao Mingxu said in a deep voice.

Jiang Lin's gaze remained firm, without any wavering.

He dared to say this, so he was sure of it.

When I reached level 6 in fire-making skills, I could already control four furnaces at the same time. Now that I’m at level 7, I can open five furnaces at the same time and burning more than a dozen pieces of iron is definitely not a problem.

In the process of helping Zhao Yankui to make ironware, it was proved that the improvement of the quality of casting materials plays a decisive role in the final product.

Even if Jiang Lin did not take the initiative to eliminate the defects and did not have the same profound tempering skills as Zhao Yankui, he could at least reach the entry-level level.

Liao Mingxu stared at the young blacksmith for a moment, then reached out his hand and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "I believe you, the person that Master Wei likes can't be wrong. If something really goes wrong, I'll chop off your head and dig out my own eyes to accompany it!"

Jiang Lin's heart trembled when he heard this. Dig out your eyes to accompany him?

He never expected that Liao Mingxu would say this.

He was a lieutenant general of the third rank and held real power. This little thing was not enough to punish him.

But you are willing to accompany a small blacksmith to be punished?

Originally Jiang Lin thought that he had understood the internal relations of the border troops and knew why the border troops were called crazy.

But now he realized that he didn't understand it at all.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Lin held Liao Mingxu's hand and said in a deep voice: "Brother, keep these eyes for the great country. No one can dig them away!"

"Good boy, you have ambition. Then I'll see what you can achieve!" Liao Mingxu laughed, his expression changed as fast as thunder, but he would not make people think that he was an erratic person.

Song Tianjiu also came over and patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder: "Brother, I have exactly 800 brave men under my command. I will get some more high-quality weapons and I will set up a death squad."

"You, a garrison commander, want an eight hundred-grade weapon. Do you think this thing is cabbage?" Fang Zhisheng held up five fingers and said, "I'm not that greedy. Five hundred is enough."

Even though their weapons are all of high quality, or even mid-quality, their subordinates don't have them.

The more high-quality weapons you have, the stronger your combat power will be. No one is a fool.

Jiang Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, brothers. Everything will be ready. Give me some time."

"Okay, there's plenty of time. If anyone causes trouble for you, I'll chop him to pieces!" Song Tianjiu's fingers made a crackling sound.

"Brother, don't leave tonight, let's have a drink together." Fang Zhisheng said with a smile: "I admit that I am not as strong as you, but I may not be as good at drinking."

Jiang Lin did not refuse. Drinking and eating meat were common ways for men to deepen their relationship.

This is especially true for those who come from border troops and live on the edge of a knife.

Then they went back to find Old Man Wei and kept him as well.

Han Shichuan, who had been beaten with twenty sticks, ran over without even wiping the blood off his buttocks when he heard that he was going to have a drinking contest with Jiang Lin.

This captain, who was the most powerful commander in the Nanling camp, was still holding a grudge and was determined to get his face back.

Jiang Lin had no idea about drinking. He didn't drink much in his previous life, and he hasn't touched a drop of alcohol in this life.

I took a big gulp of wine, but I didn't feel anything. It was completely digested before it went down my throat and reached my stomach.

He opened his mouth and a strong smell of alcohol came out.

"Hey, it seems you can drink quite well? Come on, have a bowl!" Han Shichuan didn't dare to sit on the bench. He stood there, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

In this way, you took a bowl and I took a bowl, and soon Liao Mingxu, Song Tianjiu, Fang Zhisheng, and other soldiers joined in.

The young blacksmith was surrounded and forced to drink like crazy. The end result was that when he felt drunk, even Fang Zhisheng, who was known to be the best drinker, fell on the table. Old man Wei pulled Jiang Lin out, and the donkey cart was already ready at the door.

"Are we leaving now? Nothing will happen to them, right?" Jiang Lin turned around and looked at the people who were staggering.

"Border soldiers drinking doesn't hinder killing." said old man Wei.

Jiang Lin did not refute. After all, when it comes to understanding the border troops, Old Man Wei knows much more than him.

Old Man Wei was walking with his donkey, and suddenly said, "You can drink quite well."

"It may be because of the baking method." Jiang Lin said.

Most of the alcohol that entered my body was evaporated directly. I'm a little tipsy now, and it's because I drank too much.

There is no time to spit out the alcohol vapor after evaporation, and it only reacts when it accumulates.

If he were allowed to drink slowly, he might drink the entire Nanling camp down.

Unexpectedly, this method specialized for blacksmiths has such a miraculous effect. Jiang Lin couldn't help but wonder, if he drank poisonous wine, would the toxicity be ineffective due to rapid evaporation?
After all, no matter how strong the poison is, it cannot withstand extreme high temperatures.

This furnace baking method seems to have a lot of potential to be tapped, and it is not as simple as simply enhancing the blacksmith's physical strength.

Thinking this over carefully, the two of them returned all the way to the South Blacksmith Camp.

"Hey, Master?"

A burly figure stood at the door. Who else could it be but Zhao Yankui?

"Old Wei." Zhao Yankui raised his hand to greet Old Wei first, then looked at Jiang Lin: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, I drank a little." Jiang Lin was embarrassed to say that he had drunk all the generals above the chief level in the Nanling camp.

Zhao Yankui laughed and said, "It's okay. Drinking and eating meat is a man's nature. But you are still young, don't be too greedy when it comes to women, or you might get sick. When you are free some other day, Master will take you to eat some meat."

Jiang Lin suddenly felt his scalp tingling. He had never been exposed to this kind of thing in either his past life or this life.

Not to mention going out to look for prostitutes with other men.

Seeing Jiang Lin's ears turn red, Zhao Yangui laughed: "It's nothing. It's natural for a man to want a woman. Otherwise, with our strong bodies, can we only go to work as ironworkers?"

Jiang Lin felt his face getting hot, and he said quickly: "Master, I have reached an agreement with the Nanling Camp. In the future, they will give priority to forging weapons from the Southern Blacksmith Camp, but they must have semi-finished weapons to qualify."

"That's great. With the support of the Nanling Camp, our Southern Blacksmith Camp..." Zhao Yankui suddenly paused. He looked at Jiang Lin and asked in confusion, "What did you say about entering the rank?"

"Half-finished weapons need to be of high quality." Jiang Lin said, "That means five out of a hundred..."

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Yankui's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up in anxiety: "Halfway? It doesn't sound like much, but you know that our blacksmith camp is made of ordinary iron. How can anyone forge a high-quality weapon! If we had this ability, we wouldn't always be suppressed by the other blacksmith camps!"

"Master, didn't you just forge a set of lower eighth-grade iron tools?"

"That's me! How can others compare to me!"

"Don't you still have me?" Jiang Lin said with a smile, "Select a dozen masters with the best forging skills later, and we'll form a high-quality team. I'll help with the preparation. I can't say that everyone will be good enough, but at least 80% of them will be good enough."

Zhao Yangkui's face turned black. Not to mention you lighting the fire, it would be useless even if the master craftsman came to light the fire.

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