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

Chapter 87 What Reward Do You Want

The Southern Blacksmith Camp has been suppressed for so many years, and except for a deputy master blacksmith a hundred years ago, there has never been any decent figure.

This time, Zhao Yankui won the championship and would be promoted to deputy chief craftsman. For the Southern Blacksmith Camp, it was a truly proud moment.

Everyone was cheering and jumping for joy, almost going crazy with excitement.

Blacksmiths don't have too many pursuits. All they want is to have a better life and be looked up to by others.

But whether it was Zhao Yankui or the others, they all gathered around Jiang Lin at the first moment.

Looking at this young man who was as strong as himself, Zhao Yankui raised his hands and patted Jiang Lin's shoulders heavily.

He hasn't done this in a long time.

"The future of the Southern Blacksmith Camp..."

"give it to you."

Jiang Lin was just an apprentice. Although he won the first place among the apprentices, there was no official announcement from the Foundry Department.

Even after the declaration, he was just a blacksmith.

But when Zhao Yankui said that the Southern Blacksmith Camp would be handed over to him, no one objected. Their faces were full of excitement and their eyes were full of anticipation.

They all knew that Zhao Yankui's ability to win the championship was only due to his own skills, and more of it was because of Jiang Lin.

Without him to calcine the pig iron, even if Zhao Yankui had another fifty years, he would still not be able to forge a weapon of the seventh grade or lower using ordinary iron!

Now that Zhao Yankui is about to be promoted to deputy chief craftsman, and the Southern Blacksmith Camp has a monster like Jiang Lin, it is hard to imagine how difficult the days ahead will be.

Yu Maoming, Yuan Gaohao and other craftsmen came over and bowed to Zhao Yankui, saying, "Congratulations, Master Zhao. You will also be a craftsman in the future. You will have to take on more responsibilities in the foundry."

"Of course." Zhao Yankui hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master Master Chef, I would like to recommend Jiang Lin as the master chef. Is that possible?"

Yu Maoming shook his head slightly and said, "You know the rules of the foundry department. Starting from the master chef, people are required to apply, and the candidates are decided through skill competition. Although Jiang Lin's skills are already perfect, the rules are the rules."

Jiang Lin's skills have been recognized by everyone, and no one thinks it is inappropriate even if he takes on the role of master chef.

But the rules that Yu Maoming mentioned do exist.

Although the blacksmith camp is divided into east, west, south and north, the competition for the position of master chef is not limited to candidates from this camp.

For example, Dong Songchang was an outsider transferred from Beitiejiangying.

Of course, there are very few people like him, and most people are unwilling to leave familiar places.

The reason why Yan Tianrong wanted to support a more obedient person to compete with Yu Maoming was precisely because this old craftsman was too rule-abiding.

It was something that he could obviously do, and no one would object if he turned a blind eye to it, but he just insisted on sticking to those rules and refused to do it.

Zhao Yankui was also aware of this, and there was a look of regret in his eyes.

Every year, master chefs have to wait until the beginning of the year to register for the competition, so there are still several months left.

If he could be promoted directly, it would save Jiang Lin several months.

Yu Maoming looked at Jiang Lin again, with a look of approval in his eyes, and said: "You are very good. Next year, there will be a place for you as the master chef of the Southern Blacksmith Camp."

This was already considered an early appointment. Jiang Lin said modestly, "I still have a lot to learn."

Yu Maoming nodded and said to Zhao Yankui and Jiang Lin, "You two, follow me to meet the steward."

A path was separated from the crowd, and under the leadership of Yu Maoming, the two followed closely and headed towards the front of the test field. All the way to the area of ​​the East Blacksmith Camp, the blacksmiths looked at Zhao Yankui with complicated eyes.

Some people's faces are full of envy, while others are full of resentment.

They thought that the position of deputy master craftsman was a sure thing this year, but they did not expect Zhao Yankui to emerge as a dark horse and catch them off guard.

Until this moment, Yuan Bingqi had just recovered.

Looking at Zhao Yankui walking towards him step by step, when he was about to pass by him, Yuan Bingqi suddenly took a side step and stopped him.

Yu Maoming also stopped and turned to look.

"Master Yuan!" Someone from the East Blacksmith Camp exclaimed, fearing that Yuan Bingqi would do something improper in a moment of impulse.

Yuan Bingqi ignored the man and stared at Zhao Yankui, gritted his teeth and asked, "How did you do it?"

"You mean the weapon?" Zhao Yankui showed a proud smile without any intention of hiding it: "Because it was Jiang Lin who started the fire."

Yuan Bingqi looked puzzled and turned his gaze to Jiang Lin.

The burly young man stood tall and straight, not at all shy because of all the attention. His nonchalant demeanor did not look like an apprentice who had just been in the blacksmith camp for two months.

Zhao Yankui laughed, walked up and patted Yuan Bingqi on the shoulder: "You didn't lose to me, but you lost to me again."

The words were like a riddle. Before Yuan Bingqi could figure it out, the three of them continued to move forward, and their figures were soon obscured by the gathering crowd.

The blacksmith standing next to Yuan Bingqi was indignant: "This Zhao Yankui, if he wins, then he wins. Why is he saying such weird things to disgust me?"

Yuan Bingqi did not respond, but just stood there, repeating what Zhao Yankui said.

"You didn't lose to me, but you lost to me again."

What does it mean?
He didn't think that Zhao Yankui was deliberately disgusting him, so he lost again without losing. Why did he lose?

At this time, Yu Maoming had already brought Zhao Yankui and Jiang Lin to the front of the stage. Yan Tianrong walked down with a smile and stretched out his hand to help Zhao Yankui, who was about to kneel down.

"We are all family, no need to be polite." Yan Tianrong did not look at Jiang Lin for long. He only supported Zhao Yankui and looked him up and down, then praised: "No wonder he won the first place. This posture is very extraordinary. Come, come, this is a reward for you."

Without saying a word, Qi Mingfei, the deputy steward dressed in the ninth-rank official uniform, stepped forward and presented a pile of things.

Three hundred taels of silver, one Taoist Tiger Soul Pill, three Qi and Blood Pills, and a lower seventh-grade ironware.

Zhao Yankui was delighted when he saw this, and he immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, sir, for the reward."

"Hey, this is not a reward from me, but a reward from the Foundry Department to the top blacksmith." Yan Tianrong took out another iron token from his arms and said with a smile, "This is also yours. From now on, you will be one of the deputy blacksmiths of the Foundry Department."

The token was engraved with a complicated Chinese character "匠". It was made of extraordinary material and was probably of high quality.

Zhao Yankui took it, and even though he had prepared himself mentally in advance, he still couldn't hide his excitement at this moment.

He reached the position of deputy master blacksmith, the pinnacle of most blacksmiths' lives.

At this time, Yan Tianrong looked at Jiang Lin and said with a smile: "At such a young age, you are willing to give up a hundred taels of silver just to help your master. Your heart is commendable. Now, what reward do you want?"

Zhao Yankui's heart moved when he heard this, and he quickly turned around and winked at Jiang Lin, suggesting that it would not be a bad idea to ask for another Tiger Soul Pill at this moment.

Even if there is no Tiger Soul Pill, a few more Qi and Blood Pills will do.

However, Jiang Lin bowed his head and said in a steady voice: "In reply to the words of the steward, it is my duty to help the master. If the steward wants to reward me, I only ask that the master can stay in the South Blacksmith Camp for a few more days."

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