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

Chapter 79 What Kind of Apprentice Is He?
Yu Maoming's words made Yan Tianrong couldn't help but chuckle.

He shook his head slightly and said no more.

At this time, Jiang Lin sat back in front of the stove.

The apprentice next to him looked at him for a long while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother, it's just a regular test, is it necessary to be like this?"

"That's right, how much money will it cost?"

"Hey, brother, your piece of iron is all used up, can you give it to me? How much silver do you want?"

"Brother, nice to meet you. I'm Huang San from the West Blacksmith Camp."

The apprentices around were all excited and talking to each other.

They all thought that Jiang Lin was so fast because there was something wrong with the pig iron, and it was probably a special material that would light up when exposed to fire.

To be able to produce such material in the regular test and pass the review of Deputy Foreman Yuan Gaohao, it must have cost a lot of money.

Some people also believe that in order to accomplish such a thing, in addition to money, one also needs people.

So some people asked Jiang Lin for information, while others were busy trying to make friends with him.

The former all want to pass this regular test, while the latter feel that their chances of passing are low, so they might as well expand their network.

Jiang Lin turned a deaf ear and remained unmoved.

Just like those apprentices in the Southern Blacksmith Camp, when they saw people who were much better than themselves, they felt that there was no way they could do what they themselves could not do.

Jiang Lin ignored such people.

Again, by the time he becomes a formal blacksmith, these people will most likely still be working in the firing area, covered in dust.

There is no need to care about anything with people who are much weaker than you.

But his silence made people feel that he was weak. A burly apprentice from the east side immediately came over and patted Jiang Lin heavily on the shoulder.

"I'm talking to you, are you pretending to be deaf?"

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked over, his expression and eyes were indifferent.

Although there were no words, the aura became extremely sharp at this moment, making the apprentice feel an indescribable sense of oppression.

He was standing while the other person was sitting, looking down on him, but he felt as if he was facing an insurmountable wall.

Yes, just like the city wall of Kyoto that is several meters high and tens of thousands of meters long.

He suddenly felt his hands and feet tighten, his hair stood on end, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Jiang Lin then turned back and continued to look at his fire.

An apprentice is tested on four skills to become a regular employee. Except for sharpening, the other three require retraining.

The stove in front of me is much more important than this apprentice.

But the burly apprentice didn't dare to say anything else and walked back angrily.

Since even he was like this, others didn't dare to harass him any more, but they were quite unconvinced in their hearts.

You can pass the test of fire by using dirty tricks, but the tempering that follows is different.

That requires real skills!
Those who are unqualified are bound to make a fool of themselves!
Soon, the incense burned out.

More than half of the apprentices were unable to complete the entire fire-making process. A small number of them completed it, but the quality was so poor that they were even embarrassed to take it to the inspection table.

There were about a hundred people who were qualified, half of them passed, and the other half who were just barely qualified were eliminated.

Yuan Gaohao couldn't help but shake his head and glanced at the name that always occupied the first place on the iron plate.

Many of these apprentices are quite good and presentable.

But compared with Jiang Lin, he is nothing.

Those who pass are happy, and those who fail are depressed.

Yuan Gaohao did not give them much time to rest, and immediately said: "The second skill test is to forge a weapon! Within half an hour, you must forge a qualified weapon. You can choose one of the sword, knife, and axe."

As he spoke, a huge hourglass was lifted up and sand began to fall down.

The apprentices quickly started to forge again, and some who were eliminated during the fire-making process began to give up, sitting there and watching the surroundings, too lazy to fight for anything. Among those who were still busy, Jiang Lin was the most relaxed one.

His pig iron was kept in the furnace and never taken out. Under the perfect control of the fire temperature, the pig iron always maintained the most suitable temperature and shape.

As soon as the timing started, Jiang Lin took the bright red pig iron out of the furnace.

The apprentices around him looked over subconsciously. They all wanted to know what kind of forging ability this big, stupid guy who passed the fire-making test by cheating could achieve.

Then they saw the big guy push away the hammer, anvil and other items prepared by the foundry, and then open the sack placed at his feet.

And then……

"My god, what on earth did he bring?"

"How shameless! That's a top-grade ironware, absolutely top-grade!"

"I thought he might have some tricks, but I didn't expect them to be this kind. Is this Master Chef's biological son?"

A group of apprentices stared in amazement as Jiang Lin took out a complete set of high-quality iron tools, and couldn't help cursing.

There were also apprentices who were more rational. They took a deep breath and said in a steady voice, "Don't worry. The quality of the ironware is just the icing on the cake. The final result depends on the craftsmanship itself."

"Brother, you are right. If you come to take the apprenticeship test with a low-grade iron tool, your skills cannot be outstanding."

When everyone heard this, they realized that this made sense.

If you have outstanding skills, why bother bringing your own iron tools?

They watched intently, and saw the big fool take out a hammer and start smashing the pig iron.

jingle——

jingle——

The monotonous voice that was already very familiar in the Southern Blacksmith Camp now sounded in the Foundry Examination Grounds.

When this voice was heard, many apprentices laughed out loud.

"Sure enough, my skills are not good enough. I don't even have a rhythm. No, no, no."

"I told you it's just an embroidered pillow. How can you influence the result of the training by cheating? It all depends on your real ability!"

Some people laugh, while others can't.

An apprentice noticed that the person next to him had a strange expression and no smile, so he asked: "What are you looking at, he..."

The man didn't look at him, but said in an increasingly astonished tone: "This guy's accuracy is so high, not a single hammer misses!"

The apprentice who was laughing just now turned his head and looked for a moment after hearing this, and then he couldn't laugh anymore.

They clearly saw that every time Jiang Lin hammered down, sparks flew and it never missed.

That would have been fine, but under his hammer, the pig iron was shaped towards the long sword at an extremely fast speed.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to react.

Some apprentices had just placed the pig iron on the anvil and had not yet had time to drop the hammer, but Jiang Lin had already started to level it with a small hammer.

The apprentices who had just been smiling and commenting on Jiang Lin's lack of sense of rhythm were now stunned.

"No, how can he be so fast? Is the quality iron tool so easy to use?"

"There's a problem! There's definitely a big problem! There's no rhythm at all, how can the shape be shaped so quickly!"

In addition to those who were instinctively suspicious, there were also some apprentices who watched Jiang Lin's skillful movements and accurate hammer drop, and another idea began to emerge in their minds.

"Could it be that there is no cheating and it is all his real ability!?"

"If that's the case..."

"What kind of apprentice is he?"

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