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

Chapter 74 She is gone

Hundreds of blacksmiths surrounded Jiang Lin in three layers.

This is an eighth-grade iron tool. With this, work becomes more exciting!
Even if they only rest for three hours a day, no, even if they don’t rest for even an hour, they are still very happy!

"Don't worry, masters. After the regular test, I will re-forge everyone's iron tools." Jiang Lin said.

Zhao Yankui, who had just walked over, frowned slightly and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Lin say, "But you all need to agree to one condition, that is, you cannot take the ironware with you. If you leave the Southern Blacksmith Camp one day, you must leave this set of ironware behind. This matter needs to be signed and sealed, and submitted to the Foundry as a witness!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

Zhao Yankui raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Originally, I thought Jiang Lin was a bit too rash in agreeing to retrain everyone, but now it seems that this guy has an idea in mind.

Use hammering to forge iron and gather people's hearts. When you become a master chef in the future, not only will more people gather around you, but they will also be more loyal.

The surrounding blacksmiths reacted quickly, and many of them were willing to sign immediately.

They don't have any big aspirations and can do any job in any blacksmith camp.

Besides, with Jiang Lin here, the future of the South Blacksmith Camp may not be worse than that of other blacksmith camps, and may even be better.

In that case, why leave?
Seeing a group of masters starting to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstone, Jiang Lin glanced around and saw Zhao Yankui.

The master craftsman from the Southern Blacksmith Camp nodded slightly at him and walked away with a proud smile on his face.

The apprentice no longer needs to worry about anything. He is very capable in terms of skills, conduct, and management.

Very good, very good!

For a moment, Zhao Yankui walked lightly.

The blacksmith camp is full of rough people, many of whom cannot read a single word. Fortunately, there is a blacksmith named Tang who comes from a family of blacksmiths.

Although I don't have a very impressive background, I can still read a few words.

I wrote from dusk till dark, and my hands were cramping, but I finally finished writing about a hundred "letters of commitment".

After everyone signed and sealed, Jiang Lin looked at them one by one and then gave them to Zhao Yankui.

"Master, please hand these over to the foundry department at some time." Jiang Lin said.

Zhao Yankui took the thick stack of papers but did not look at them. He just looked at the apprentice in front of him, feeling a sense of pride.

He raised his hand and habitually wanted to pat Jiang Lin's shoulder hard.

But he found that Jiang Lin was already a little taller than him, so he put his hand down again and said with a smile: "Okay, I will go to the master craftsman to submit it when the regular test comes."

After a pause, Zhao Yankui asked, "It's not easy to forge everyone's iron tools."

He wanted to ask if he could help with anything, but when he thought about it, it seemed like there was nothing he could do to help.

Jiang Lin has now learned all the skills and can work on his own.

Jiang Lin smiled faintly and said, "If it can help our Southern Blacksmith Camp improve as a whole, it doesn't matter if I'm a little tired. Blacksmiths are supposed to forge iron."

Zhao Yankui nodded, and suddenly said with emotion: "When I was your age, I was still following the master's butt all day long, wondering when I could go to the flower boat to have a drink. I can't compare with him, I really can't compare with him, hahahaha..."

The laughter was so bold and unrestrained, without any hint of jealousy, only the endless joy of having a good disciple.

It was late at night, and the blacksmiths had completed the most important task of the day. They were looking forward to holding high-quality iron tools for casting in the future.

Jiang Lin stayed until the end as always; this had become his personal habit.

Clean up and patrol.

In the past, many people thought that he was just trying to attract attention and was doing useless work.

But now when I see him like this, I feel that he is a natural born master chef!
Even Zhao Yankui had never been so dedicated.

After inspecting the shop and making sure there were no omissions, Jiang Lin left the blacksmith shop.

When they arrived at the dining area, Old Man Wei handed over a bowl of rice with red meat and asked, "I heard that everyone needs to be trained again?"

"Yes." Jiang Lin took the bowl and nodded, saying, "With high-quality iron tools, forging iron will be easier and more efficient. The Southern Blacksmith Camp will be able to do more in the future."

Old Man Wei was silent for a few seconds, and then said calmly: "Stop if you are tired." Jiang Lin held the bowl and smiled at him: "Okay."

The words are simple, but the concern is self-evident.

When communicating with Old Man Wei, Jiang Lin has also become accustomed to being concise and to the point.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Lin cleaned up with the other apprentices, watched Old Man Wei leave with the donkey cart, and walked towards the dining shed.

Standing in front of the ruins of the dining shed, he took a deep breath and said, "It's the fifth day."

The voice was not loud, as if it was spoken to oneself, but also as if it was spoken to others.

Then Jiang Lin bent down and crawled into the ruins.

There was a slight breathing sound coming from deep in the ruins. Jiang Lin was sitting outside as usual.

After a while, Li Qingluan's voice came: "Don't worry, sir, I will leave tonight."

Jiang Lin hummed and didn't respond.

Li Qingluan added: "I don't know when we will meet next time. Maybe we will never meet again. Can you say more to me, sir?"

"say what?"

Li Qingluan seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he said, "For example, why did you come to this blacksmith camp?"

"To eat, of course."

"So are the days in the blacksmith camp good?"

This question really touched Jiang Lin's heart.

Are you feeling better?
Compared to the days in the previous life, it is quite tiring and boring.

But if you say it's not easy, it's not that bad.

His prestige in the Southern Blacksmith Camp grew higher and higher as his skills improved, and all the blacksmith masters and apprentices respected him.

After passing the regular tests, you will have your own house and a salary, and your life will only get better and better.

The only bad thing is that occasionally there will be villains like Dong Songchang and the old eunuch who will jump out to cause trouble.

Other than that, everything seems to be going pretty well.

Jiang Lin believed that he had no friendship with Li Qingluan, and would not admit that he had ever helped her.

But on weekdays, there is really no one else to talk to. Zhao Yankui and Qi the blacksmith, who have a better relationship with him, both have their own days.

Old man Wei...is a man of few words.

Since Li Qingluan asked, Jiang Lin just went ahead and talked about it, as a summary of his boring career as a blacksmith.

It has to be said that apart from his identity as a "traitor", Li Qingluan is also a good listener.

He didn't interrupt much from beginning to end, and just listened quietly.

Jiang Lin felt very comfortable with the feeling of having someone listening to him without disturbing him.

Jiang Lin, who felt a little thirsty, didn't stop until he had finished telling everything that had happened in the past few days.

Li Qingluan chuckled and said, "Tomorrow is the day when you will be successful. Qingluan is here to congratulate you."

Jiang Lin was about to speak when he felt a warm feeling approaching quickly.

Although the moon was not very bright, he could still see the woman in the blood-stained dress coming out of the ruins, clinging to his body as if she was about to float away.

The entrance and exit of the ruins was not big, and the two of them were almost nose to nose.

It was not until this moment that Jiang Lin discovered that the blood on Li Qingluan's face had been cleaned. She was still pale, but stunningly beautiful.

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