Chapter 58 A surprise
Seeing that Zhao Yankui's face was getting darker and darker, and he was about to fly into a rage, Jiang Lin whispered: "Master, don't you think that a set of lower-eighth grade iron tools is a bit strange?"
Zhao Yankui had already thought about scolding his apprentice, and then went to Nanling Camp to apologize.
Even if he was beheaded, he would admit it. Otherwise, if he really accepted the matter, he would not be able to hand over the things when the time came. It would not be a matter of losing his head alone.
Hearing Jiang Lin ask this, he couldn't help but be startled.
Zhao Yankui had indeed been muttering to himself about that set of lower-eighth-grade iron tools, feeling that something was strange.
He has also made weapons recently, but they have never been of such high quality.
If the skill is really advanced to this point, even if the quality is not so average every time, it should be about the same.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yankui asked: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Lin thought about the words for a while and said: "To be honest with Master, I have gained a lot of experience in making fires recently, and I feel that the quality of every piece of iron has improved. So your set of lower-eighth-grade iron may not be as good as the iron I fired." Very relevant.”
Zhao Yankui was stunned. It was not that he had never thought of this possibility.
It is very difficult to improve the quality by burning fire. Even the master craftsman Yu Maoming can only improve it by 10% or even half a percent at most.
If it were anyone else, the quality would not change at all, and if you are not careful, it might drop a little.
Although Jiang Lin is indeed outstanding in fire-making skills, he is just an apprentice!
If you want to make a lower-eighth-grade iron tool by burning fire, how much quality must be improved?
At least it must be more than 20%, right?
But Zhao Yankui cannot completely deny this possibility. After all, when he was tempering before, he also found that the quality of the iron blocks was indeed very high.
Without hesitation, Zhao Yankui took Jiang Lin's arm: "Let's go!"
"Why go?"
"Go to the blacksmith shop now to see if what you said is true or not!"
Regarding the safety of everyone in the South Blacksmith Camp, Zhao Yankui really couldn't wait.
After a while, the master and apprentice came to the blacksmith shop.
Jiang Lin opened the furnace and started the fire. The high temperature of nearly two thousand degrees made the pig iron calcined at an astonishingly fast rate.
Just looking at the high temperature that even he couldn't bear, Zhao Yankui was already convinced.
Soon, the pig iron turned bright cherry red and was clamped out of the furnace.
Zhao Yankui hesitated for a moment and said, "You can temper it."
He thought clearly that even if what Jiang Lin said was true, he couldn't do so much work by himself.
Jiang Lin's forging skills are almost the same as those of a formal blacksmith. If he can use this piece of iron to make high-quality weapons, it means that other blacksmiths can too!
Jiang Lin didn't refuse, so he took a sledgehammer and started smashing it.
Zhao Yankui watched his skillful movements from the side. Although the jingle sound was still monotonous, it had Jiang Lin's own rhythm.
Seeing the red piece of pig iron transforming into its predetermined shape at an extremely fast speed, Zhao Yankui silently calculated the time and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
"This boy's hammering skills seem to have improved again! Or does this high-quality pig iron make hammering easier?"
Otherwise, it’s both!
Amidst the crisp knocking sound, a prompt suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Lin's eyes.
【Hundred Refining Level +1】
After triggering the skill probability of Yunjin Chengfeng, Jiang Lin's expression did not change at all, and his rhythm showed no intention of slowing down.
Soon, the tool shaping was completed and leveling began with a small hammer.
Jingle Bell——
Jingle Bell——
The unique monotonous rhythm, coupled with the crisp and neat movements that are not sloppy at all, seems to have a different kind of beauty. Zhao Yankui kept watching from the side, vaguely remembering the way Jiang Lin looked when he held the hammer for the first time.
How long has it been?
He silently tried to think back in his mind. It seemed like a month?
In a month, you can walk a path that may take others years to hone.
At this time, Jiang Lin's voice sounded: "Master, the tempering is finished, will you come to quench it?"
Zhao Yankui raised his head and said, "Come on."
Jiang Lin hummed, then calcined and heated the completed long knife again, and then put it into water to quench.
The timing of quenching is perfect, and the timing is also very precise. As for the quenching position, there is a slight difference, but it is not big.
Except for the fact that he has not yet mastered sharpening, Jiang Lin is almost considered a qualified blacksmith, and is even better than ordinary blacksmiths in certain areas!
Amidst the sizzling sound, water vapor rises.
Jiang Lin picked up the knife and handed it to Zhao Yankui with both hands: "Master, look."
Zhao Yankui took the long knife without an edge. The surface was black and shiny, and it was obviously of high quality.
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He didn't say anything for a long time, which made Jiang Lin a little confused.
"Master?"
Only then did Zhao Yankui come back to his senses. His expression was a little strange and complicated: "Was it the same when I made you that set of iron tools?"
Jiang Lin nodded, but felt that Zhao Yankui's self-esteem was a little hurt, and said: "There may have been a slight improvement at the beginning, but the improvement was not very big. It is more obvious now."
Zhao Yankui looked up to the sky and sighed, it is worthy of joy to have an excellent apprentice.
But...
This boy is too good, how could he be so embarrassed to be his master!
How many people have spent their whole lives dreaming of making high-quality weapons out of ordinary iron, but this boy can make all blacksmiths realize such a dream with his fire-making skills alone.
Jiang Lin suddenly said: "No matter what my achievements are, I am your apprentice and the blacksmith of the South Blacksmith Camp."
Zhao Yankui was startled for a moment, then understood what he meant, and his mood suddenly brightened.
Yes, although the apprentice's excellence has exceeded expectations, even beyond imagination.
But such a powerful person is his disciple!
He was also from the South Blacksmith Camp, and everyone would say that he was the one who unearthed this gem!
Who wouldn’t envy such an honor?
If I'm still here feeling sorry for myself, aren't I asking for trouble?
After understanding this, Zhao Yankui suddenly had a smile on his face: "It's true, it's true!"
As he spoke, he suddenly laughed out loud.
The iron produced by Jiang Lin allows everyone to use ordinary iron to make high-quality weapons.
Although there are only a few people in the South Blacksmith Camp, who dares to look down upon them!
The most important thing is that the demands of Nanling Camp are no longer a sword hanging over their heads.
The accumulation of all factors made Zhao Yankui overjoyed.
But then he thought of another thing. If he made an eighth-grade iron weapon, it would be because of Jiang Lin's burning.
Then in the regular test, can I still win the first place?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yankui's face suddenly drooped, so happy that he became so sad!
Seeing the master laughing happily for a while, and then grimacing and muttering something about something, Jiang Lin felt baffled.
Was this such a surprise that it caused a split personality?
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Yankui said with a bitter face: "Jiang Lin... the Tiger Soul Pill that Master promised you may be gone."
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