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

Chapter 85 Yu Sijian

Yan Tianrong watched Jiang Lin's actions from the stage and couldn't help but smile: "This young man looks quite extraordinary."

Yu Maoming didn't say anything, but stared at Jiang Lin with a strange look in his eyes.

The steward only manages people and does not understand the blacksmith's skills, but Yu Maoming is different.

He was the one with the highest skill level among the four major blacksmith camps, so he naturally understood how shocking Jiang Lin's move was.

Five furnaces and fifteen pieces of pig iron are being calcined at the same time, which is extremely difficult to imagine.

Each furnace has a different fire temperature, different pig iron materials, and different placements, which will lead to great differences.

Even Yu Maoming himself couldn't do it.

He stood silently on the stage, looking at the young man who was attracting much attention, his gray hair swaying in the wind.

Under the extreme fire temperature, the pig iron turns red and bright at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blacksmiths finally understood the apprentices' feelings. Many of them had just put in the pig iron and were controlling the temperature, but Jiang Lin had already taken out the pig iron.

A group of old blacksmiths watched with twitching eyes, this was too damn fast!

The people in the Southern Blacksmith Camp have become accustomed to Jiang Lin's high efficiency and are not surprised by it.

Fifteen pieces of pig iron were delivered one by one, and the elite blacksmiths led by Zhao Yankui raised their quality hammers and began to forge iron first.

The continuous clanging sounds seemed particularly abrupt in the official blacksmith examination field.

"Jiang Lin, can you give us a piece too?" several old blacksmiths who were more familiar with him shouted.

"Coming, coming!" Jiang Lin did not stop just because his master and others had met his needs. He quickly ran to the furnaces of the old blacksmiths and started heating them up.

Several old blacksmiths were delighted. Everyone knew that Jiang Lin had a unique skill in fire-making. The quality of the iron fired by him could be improved by one or two levels.

In this way, even if you don't have a high-quality hammer, as long as you carefully forge it, you should be able to forge a high-quality weapon.

In the East Blacksmith Camp, Yuan Bingqi looked at Jiang Lin who was busy working, and then looked at Zhao Yangkui and others who had already started hammering, and his teeth were almost broken.

He finally understood why this apprentice would rather give up the first place reward and come to help with the fire.

Bullshit filial piety! Such a fast fire-making speed can save Zhao Yankui a lot of time.

Coupled with that set of lower eighth-grade ironware, regardless of the quality of the final casting, at least it has gained the upper hand in terms of time.

A master craftsman from the East Blacksmith Camp said in a deep voice, "Master Yuan, don't be anxious. Your Hundred Refining Method doesn't prioritize timeliness. Although they are fast, it's useless if the quality is not good enough. Regular tests are not about who is faster."

After hearing this, Yuan Bingqi suddenly came to his senses.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "Master Liao, thank you for your advice. I was almost confused by them."

The master chef surnamed Liao laughed and said, "There's nothing to thank me for. This year's regular test will determine whether our East Blacksmith Camp can win the championship. It all depends on your Hundred Refining Techniques."

"Don't worry!" Yuan Bingqi had a solemn expression, a firm tone, and was full of confidence: "We lost in the fire-making competition, but when it comes to hammering, Zhao Yankui is definitely not my opponent!"

With his confidence restored, Yuan Bingqi completed the pig iron calcining steps with full concentration, then took it to the anvil, picked up the hammer and began to hammer it.

He had completely stopped paying attention to the progress of the Southern Blacksmith Camp, and was only focused on bringing out all his skills. It was difficult to forge an eighth-grade weapon with ordinary iron, and even with the Hundred Refining Method, it was not always successful, but he had a feeling in his heart that this time he would be able to do it!
Jiang Lin, who was still lighting the fire, looked up at Yuan Bingqi. When delivering pig iron to a master, he ran to Zhao Yankui and asked, "Master, do you need a hand?"

As long as he hammers it a few more times, he can improve the quality of the pig iron again.

However, Zhao Yankui shook his head and said, "The regular test is to test the blacksmith's skills. It's a favor to let you help light the fire. If you are allowed to forge the iron, I might as well go back to sleep. Don't worry, your master has been immersed in this for many years. Do you really think I am worse than Yuan Bingqi?"

Jiang Lin didn't say anything more. Although he did have a higher chance of winning, since Zhao Yankui said so, there was no need to force it.

What should be done has been done, and the rest depends on personal performance.

On the stage, Yan Tianrong said with a smile: "This year's regular test is particularly interesting. Zhao Yankui and Yuan Bingqi both have different helpers. Who do you think will win?"

The same question had been asked by Yan Tianrong before, and Yu Maoming had also answered it.

But he replied that Zhao Yankui was more suitable, rather than being able to win through skill competition in regular tests.

At this moment, Yu Maoming turned around and bowed, saying, "In reply to the steward, Zhao Yankui has priority for the current progress and has more time to adjust. Although Yuan Bingqi is lagging behind, his Hundred Refining Method is unique, and it is difficult to tell who is better for the time being."

"Oh? You can't tell who will win?"

Yu Maoming thought for a moment, and then said, "If we really have to name a person, I think Zhao Yankui has a better chance of winning."

"Why?"

"Because Jiang Lin is his apprentice." Yu Maoming's answer this time was exactly the same as the last time.

Yan Tianrong tapped his fingers on the handle twice, then looked at the test field and said calmly: "I think Master Yu can see that I want to help this kid named Jiang Lin, so why am I praising him so much?"

Yu Maoming stood tall and straight, and said in a steady tone, "It doesn't matter who you want to support, what's important is that Jiang Lin is from the Foundry Department and will work for the Blacksmith Camp. If he is good, I will only say good things about him, and there is no need to belittle him."

Yan Tianrong's gaze moved slightly downwards and rested on the gray-haired old craftsman.

Even though he knew that he was going to support a newcomer to compete with him for power, he still spoke frankly and had no intention of deliberately suppressing or belittling him.

Yan Tianrong had to admit that Yu Maoming was the most worthy blacksmith among the four major blacksmith camps.

He admired it, but also felt helpless.

Sometimes it is really hard to bear to see an old blacksmith who is only devoted to the blacksmith camp and the foundry and doesn't care about anything else.

After a while, Yan Tianrong let out a sigh and said, "I understand."

After Yu Maoming bowed, he turned around and looked towards the test field.

As mentioned before, it doesn’t matter who the Steward wants to support, even if it’s obvious that they are competing with him for power.

As long as it can make the Blacksmith Camp better, anything is fine!
Yu Maoming had been a blacksmith all his life and had never thought about fighting for power. All he did was to make the Foundry Department, which was almost the lowest level among the 48 departments of Daqian, a little better.

After all, blacksmiths live a hard and tiring life, spending their days with only iron tools and earning very little salary.

Compared to using ordinary iron to forge magical weapons that could impress the gods, what really concerned Yu Maoming was to help those burly men who could not read a single word live a better life.

A little better.

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