Chapter 2 The Old Man and the Young Man
"Ding dong, jingle dong."
The sound of iron hammering was occasionally mixed with a muffled "bang".
Jiang Lin sweated profusely amid the sounds coming from the blacksmith shop from time to time.
A hammer weighing more than ten kilograms is not too heavy to carry, but it is extremely difficult to hit it exactly where you want it.
Even with the blessing of Yunjin Chengfeng's system, the maximum number of hits that ten hammers can achieve is two or three.
If other people saw it, they would definitely burst into laughter.
But for Jiang Lin, it is not a problem. Accuracy can be improved by increasing the proficiency level.
For example, in the skill of making fire, there is no knack at all in the beginning, but as the proficiency increases, the level of proficiency in the skill also increases.
From temperature control of one hundred degrees to perfect control within one thousand degrees, how could Jiang Lin have mastered the fire-making skills so well in less than a month without this.
Although these skills could not make him rise to prominence immediately, Jiang Lin believed in the principle that God rewards hard work.
As long as you continue to improve your skills, you will definitely be able to prosper in this world in the future!
Now all he has to do is swing the hammer, keep swinging the hammer!
After thirty hammer blows, Jiang Lin was panting from exhaustion, and his arms were so shocked that they seemed to be cramping.
[Skill 2: Tempering Lv1 (Proficiency 32/100)]
Seeing this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but shake his head. This was by no means a day's work. Even if he risked his life to improve his proficiency in one day, he might not have the energy to do anything tomorrow.
What's more, if you make everyone laugh with one strike during the day, and become a proficient person the next day, you will definitely look weird.
Stay steady, take it one step at a time, and don't be too hasty.
Putting the hammer back to its original position, Jiang Lin rubbed his wrists and arms and walked towards the dining tent.
The food shack in the blacksmith camp is very simple, and the food is even simpler. There are enough sorghum rice tubes, some slices of meat, and some worthless vegetable leaves mixed with a piece of stew.
To be precise, this is a formal blacksmith's meal. If you are lucky and come early, the apprentice can barely get some broth and some tough vegetable stems.
If you are unlucky, you may not even have enough food to eat.
When they arrived at the dining tent, Jiang Lin ignored the food and went directly to wash the dishes.
The old man beside him didn't look at him and was busy cleaning the stove.
The old man and the young man worked hard for a long time and cleaned the dining room. The old man threw the rag into the pot and said: "Come earlier next time. There is a lot of work recently."
"Okay." Jiang Lin responded.
The old man stopped saying anything, turned around, pressed his right leg, and limped away.
Jiang Lin turned to look at the table, where a bowl of sorghum rice covered with vegetables was placed.
The heat has gone, but the fragrance is still strong.
Jiang Lin went over to pick up the bowl and chopsticks. He was hungry but still resisted the urge to eat haese.
Under the vegetable leaves, every grain of rice was soaked in broth, making it fat.
Use two rows of teeth to slowly crush it, squeeze out a few invisible soups from the rice grains, open your mouth and take a breath, then mix it with the fine rice grains and swallow them into your stomach.
The smell of meat took root in his stomach and shot up his throat.
Fragrant, so fragrant!
Jiang Lin squatted at the table, chewing slowly. Even if no one saw him, he never sat at the table.
Since there are rules, follow them.
The old man's name was Wei Shan. He had been a member of the frontier army in the early years. It was said that he fought bravely and was seriously injured when he was about to be promoted to centurion.
Later, he was assigned to cook in the South Blacksmith Camp and has been there for twenty-eight years.
Every time Jiang Lin came to the dining room, he would help him clean up.
The apprentices said nothing publicly, but secretly laughed at Jiang Lin's stupidity.
Others are rushing to get rice so that they can soak up the little broth left. It's better for you to come here and rush around like a waiter, and I won't give you half a penny of reward. Why bother? There is no point in trying to please the old man who cooks. It is better to clean up the house for the master blacksmiths, who might be able to teach you some skills in private.
Jiang Lin never explained, and he didn't care what others thought, he just did his own thing.
Until the fifteenth day, every time when Wei Shan left, there would be a bowl of sorghum rice soaked in broth on the table.
The old and the young have formed a certain tacit understanding. If you don't talk about it, I won't mention it either.
After finishing the meal, Jiang Lin washed the dishes and chopsticks, arranged them neatly together, and then came to the side of the stove.
Most of the apprentices lived under the roof of the master blacksmith, but Jiang Lin lived in a dining shed.
Although it is ventilated from all sides, the roof is large enough that you rarely get wet even if it rains heavily.
And I got up early the next day, so I could help Old Man Wei with some work.
Jiang Lin's bedding was originally a bundle of thatch and half a brick.
But now, there is an extra thin mattress that is neither new nor old.
Needless to say, it was naturally Weishan who left it behind.
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The old man was taciturn, and few people, even familiar blacksmiths, could talk to him.
A bowl of prepared rice and a thin mattress are equivalent to his language.
"I owe another favor..."
Jiang Lin muttered, squatting down and carefully laying out thatch, but did not lay out a thin mattress.
In my previous life, I was used to sleeping on latex pillows, but now I feel uncomfortable even with thatch on bricks.
This thin and short mattress can be used as a pillow.
After lying down, Jiang Lin couldn't help but squint his eyes at the soft touch on the back of his head. He hadn't felt such a comfortable feeling for a long time.
Looking up at the thatched roof, there is no moon and no stars. There are only yellow grass stalks and the blackened wooden beams.
The world is very complicated. It’s been a month since the complexity arrived, and I haven’t even understood the tip of the iceberg.
At the same time, it is very simple, as simple as just doing that little thing every day, lighting the fire, lighting the fire, lighting the fire.
Jiang Lin didn't want to live like this. One month later, the blacksmith camp would have a regular test every year.
The tests are divided into two categories. One is for the skills of formal blacksmiths. Those who pass the test will stay or be promoted, while those who fail will be expelled from the blacksmith camp.
The other category is for apprentices, who can become formal blacksmiths after passing the test.
If you fail, you will not be expelled from the blacksmith camp. You will just have to wait for the next year's test before you have a chance to become a full member.
For Jiang Lin, the regular test next month is his biggest opportunity to make a difference in this world!
In addition, the new skill is clearly discernible, and it requires the proficiency of tempering skills to reach Lv2 before it can be activated.
Just from the literal meaning, it can be seen that it is closely related to the blacksmith craft and has huge potential for improvement.
So the most important thing at the moment is to first improve your proficiency in tempering skills.
Wait until you become an official blacksmith, have your own house, and be able to put food on the table, and then...
Thinking vaguely, Jiang Lin couldn't help but grab something with his hands, and gradually fell asleep.
Outside the shed, the stars were densely covered, and occasionally a flash of rainbow light flashed across the black sky like thunder, revealing something extraordinary about this world.
The next day.
When Jiang Lin came to the blacksmith shop, he immediately went to see the master master Zhao Yankui.
"Burn a fire once, come here and hammer twice?" Zhao Yankui frowned slightly and said, "You can't learn the art of tempering with just three or two hammers. This will only be a waste of effort."
Jiang Lindao: "I just want to become more familiar with the feeling of a falling hammer. I ask the master for help."
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