Chapter 13 I’m here to learn blacksmithing
On the second day, Dong Songchang and Zhao Yankui came to the dining tent almost at the same time.
It was well known that the two of them never dealt with each other.
The number of blacksmiths standing next to Dong Songchang accounted for nearly half of the southern blacksmith camp. Half of the remaining half followed Zhao Yankui, and the other half belonged to the wall or followed another master.
Dong Songchang didn't say anything, and someone behind him brought a cloth bag and opened it on the table.
I saw that they were three large pieces of braised pork head meat, which was fragrant.
The food the blacksmiths eat on weekdays is not too bad, but it is not much better.
Now that I saw these three pieces of pig head meat, I was immediately greedy.
Dong Songchang held a fan in his hand and fanned himself with a proud face: "Brothers, please divide the meat. I, Dong Songchang, will not treat my own people badly. Work with me and enjoy the hot food!"
This is pure fart. The master is not an iron official, he just gets more money than an ordinary blacksmith. How can he support so many people eating meat every day?
Dong Songchang was just embellishing his own face, and adding help from his brother-in-law, just to overpower Zhao Yankui.
The blacksmiths around him were laughing and laughing, and came forward to divide the pig head meat. The gritty sorghum rice paired with the fragrant braised pork added a bit of deliciousness.
Even those who were just outsiders, or blacksmiths who followed another master, could not help but shamelessly ask for a piece or two.
Only the blacksmiths who followed Zhao Yankui were a little greedy, but they suppressed it.
Only a few people looked over there from time to time, with envy in their eyes.
Dong Songchang was keenly aware of this and waved to them: "Come over if you want to eat. We are all brothers, why should we be so indifferent."
Those people glanced at Zhao Yankui subconsciously, and then shook their heads, but they felt a little unhappy.
There are indeed more benefits to following Zhao Yankui than following Dong Songchang. I heard that the blacksmiths can get more money in private.
Although he didn't call these people, they had already put Zhao Yankui in trouble. Dong Songchang shook his paper fan lightly and hummed a tune happily.
He believed that he used the methods of a scholar, treating virtuous corporals and hunting cattle across mountains.
It's just that the burly body, the brocade clothes stretched out of shape, and the cursive paper fan with flying dragons and phoenixes, just like a chimpanzee playing the piano in a concert hall, it really looks weird.
Zhao Yankui's face turned a little dark, poaching in front of him was a bit too much.
At this time, a bowl of sorghum rice was placed in front of him: "To make iron, you have to be strong yourself. We rely on craftsmanship and rely on charity from others. In the end, we will not have enough to eat."
Zhao Yankui looked up and saw Jiang Lin standing in front of him, and his depressed mood suddenly became brighter.
He laughed and held up the big bowl: "You're right. Relying on others' charity is no different than a beggar. We don't need such cowards in the South Blacksmith Camp!"
Zhao Yankui was becoming more and more satisfied with Jiang Lin as his apprentice.
But the blacksmiths who were eating pig head meat felt a little uncomfortable.
Zhao Yankui's words meant that he was not scolding them for eating or not eating.
Dong Songchang looked at Jiang Lin with a gloomy look and hummed: "It's nice to say that, you are a little apprentice, but you have to rely on charity from the blacksmith camp to eat!"
If others were reprimanded by Dong Songchang, they would definitely not dare to refute again.
But Jiang Lin was unexpectedly not afraid at all, and said loudly: "My fire-making skills are second to none in the entire southern blacksmith camp. One person can be worth eight apprentices, and the pig iron fired every day is enough to give work to eight blacksmiths."< br>
Dong Songchang opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to retaliate, but he didn't know what to say.
Jiang Lin was right. The pig iron he fired alone was enough for eight apprentices. In which blacksmith camp would such a labor force not be a treasure?
At this time, Jiang Lin said again: "Furthermore, I will become an official blacksmith in the future. By then, I will only need to make a few high-quality weapons, which will be enough to cover the cost of meals these days."
Just talking about making a fire, Dong Songchang really couldn't find a point to counterattack.
But when Jiang Lin said he was making a first-class weapon, he immediately became energetic and sneered at Zhao Yankui: "Master Zhao, is this the apprentice you accepted? You haven't learned how to use the hammer yet, and you have to make a first-class weapon. Really? If you become a formal blacksmith, don't you have to learn from the ancestors to build magic weapons? It's true that any kind of master can only talk about what kind of apprentice he has."
Not to mention Dong Songchang, even the other blacksmiths laughed.
The blacksmiths following Zhao Yankui were also somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Lin.
This kid really doesn't know how high the sky is and how high-grade weapons are so easy to forge?
In the entire South Blacksmith Camp, I am afraid that only Zhao Yankui can fight it out. This requires finding enough good materials.
What you say is clearly to give others an excuse. It's really shameful!
Zhao Yankui suddenly slapped his rice bowl on the table and said in a deep voice: "Just because you can't do it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it. Since Jiang Lin dares to say this, I believe he can do it. My disciple, Zhao Yankui, is by no means a random person." ! ”
"Just him?" Dong Songchang looked disdainful.
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"Just me!"
"It's up to him!"
Two calls in succession came from Jiang Lin and Zhao Yankui respectively.
The master who stood up looked as tall as a black iron tower and was full of oppression.
Although Jiang Lin did not have such momentum, his eyes were as firm as anyone else's.
The master and disciple stood side by side, looking at the sneers, and for a moment, their aura was overwhelming.
Even Dong Songchang was inexplicably frightened. He turned his head to avoid the sharp edge: "It's just bragging. Who can't do it? It's not the behavior of a gentleman."
The scene quickly became quieter, and no one mentioned it again.
After eating, Zhao Yankui specially called Jiang Lin to go to the blacksmith shop together.
"Do you really regret becoming your teacher? I'm not like Dong Songchang. I can use my spare money to support others, but I may not be able to bring you a good future." Zhao Yankui said suddenly.
Jiang Lin did not answer this question, but asked: "Master, where does your casting skill rank among the four major blacksmith camps?"
Zhao Yankui didn't know why he asked this, so he thought for a moment and replied: "Even if we include a few master craftsmen, it is enough to rank among the top five. With good luck, the top three may not be impossible."
In terms of casting, Zhao Yankui is quite confident.
Jiang Lin smiled and said, "I'm here to learn blacksmithing, not how to eat pig head meat."
Zhao Yankui was startled for a moment, then understood what he meant and couldn't help laughing.
"Good boy, it's getting more and more interesting." Zhao Yankui patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly: "Just like this, from now on I will definitely teach you by words and deeds, and teach you all my skills and experience. Forge high-quality weapons as soon as possible, so that you can That hypocrite Dong Songchang knows what the Blacksmith Camp is about!”
Jiang Lin naturally wouldn't say that he only needed to eliminate the defects in the casting to make it into a finished product.
He just looks down on people like Dong Songchang and thinks he can do whatever he wants with a little background?
Then we must slap him in the face with the facts!
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