Chapter 74 She’s gone
Hundreds of blacksmiths surrounded Jiang Lin on three floors inside and three floors outside.
It's an eighth-grade iron weapon. Having this thing makes working more exciting!
Even if they only rest for three hours a day, no, even if they don't rest for an hour, they are still very happy in their hearts!
"Masters, don't be anxious. After the periodic test, I will temper everyone's iron tools again." Jiang Lin said.
Zhao Yankui, who had just walked to the side, frowned slightly and was about to speak when Jiang Lin said again: "But I need you to agree to one condition, that is, the iron tools cannot be taken away. If you leave the South Blacksmith Camp one day, this set of iron tools must also be left behind. This matter needs to be signed and stamped, and submitted to the Foundry Department as evidence!”
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area suddenly became much quieter.
Zhao Yankui raised his eyebrows and grinned.
At first, I thought Jiang Lin was a bit too reckless by promising to give everyone a new training, but now it seems that this kid knows what he is doing.
Use iron tools to gather people's hearts together. When you become a master in the future, the people around you will not only be more, but also more loyal.
The blacksmiths who gathered around quickly realized that many of them were immediately willing to sign and pledge.
They don't have any big pursuits, they just work in some blacksmith camp.
Besides, with Jiang Lin here, the life of Nan Blacksmith Camp may not be worse than that of other blacksmith camps, and it may even be better.
In that case, why leave?
Seeing a group of old masters preparing pens, inks, paper and inkstones, Jiang Lin glanced around and saw Zhao Yankui.
The master of the Southern Blacksmith Camp nodded slightly at him and walked away with a proud smile on his face.
The apprentice no longer needs to worry about anything. He is very capable in terms of skills, life, and management.
Very good, very good!
For a moment, Zhao Yankui walked lightly.
The blacksmith camp is full of rough people, and there are many who can't read a single word. Fortunately, there is a Tang blacksmith who comes from a family of blacksmiths.
Although he doesn't have a great background, he still knows a few words.
I wrote from dusk until dark, and my hands almost cramped. I finally finished writing about a hundred "commitment letters."
After everyone signed the drawings, Jiang Lin read them one by one and then gave them to Zhao Yankui.
"Master, please give these to the Foundry Department sometime," Jiang Lin said.
Zhao Yankui brought over a thick stack of papers, but did not read them. He only looked at the apprentice in front of him, feeling proud.
He raised his hand, wanting to slap Jiang Lin heavily on the shoulder out of habit.
But he found that Jiang Lin was already a little taller than him. He lowered his hand again and said with a smile: "Sure, I will go to Master Craftsman to submit it when the regular test comes."
After a pause, Zhao Yankui asked: "It's not easy to temper everyone's iron tools."
He wanted to ask if he could help with anything, but thinking about it, there seemed to be nothing to help him.
Now Jiang Lin has learned all the skills and can now stand alone.
Jiang Lin smiled lightly and said: "If we can raise our South Blacksmith Camp to a higher level as a whole, it doesn't hurt to be a little tired. Blacksmiths, they just have to make iron."
Zhao Yankui nodded and suddenly said with emotion: "When I was your age, I was still following the master's butt all day long, thinking about when I could go to the flower boat to have a drink of wine. I can't compare, I really can't compare, hahahaha …”
This laughter was so bold and unrestrained, with no hint of jealousy at all, only the endless joy of having a good apprentice.
It's dark at night, and the blacksmiths have completed the most important task of the day, fully looking forward to being able to hold high-quality iron tools for casting in the future.
Jiang Lin stayed until the end as always, this was his personal habit.
Clean up, inspect.
Many people used to think that he was just trying to please others and doing useless work.
But now that I see him like this, I feel that he is a born master!
Even Zhao Yankui has never been so dedicated.
After checking in this way and confirming that there were no omissions, Jiang Lin left the blacksmith shop.
When they arrived at the eating place, Old Man Wei handed over a bowl of rice with red meat and asked at the same time: "I heard that everyone needs to be tempered again?"
"Yes." Jiang Lin took over the job, nodded and said: "With high-quality ironware, blacksmithing will be easier and more efficient, and the South Blacksmith Camp will be able to do more things in the future."
Old Man Wei was silent for a few seconds, and then said calmly: "Stop if you are tired." Jiang Lin held the rice bowl and smiled at him: "Okay."
The words are simple, but the care in them is self-evident.
When communicating with Old Man Wei, Jiang Lin was also used to being concise and to the point.
After eating, he cleaned up with other apprentices and watched Old Man Wei lead the donkey cart away. Jiang Lin also walked to the dining shed.
Standing in front of the ruins of the dining shed, he took a breath: "It's the fifth day."
The voice was not loud, as if he was speaking to himself or others.
Then, Jiang Lin bent down and got into the ruins.
There was a slight sound of breathing from the depths of the ruins, and Jiang Lin was sitting outside as usual.
After a while, Li Qingluan's voice came: "Don't worry, sir, I will leave tonight."
Jiang Lin hummed and didn't answer.
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Li Qingluan said again: "I don't know when we will see each other next time. Maybe we will never meet again. Sir, can you say more?"
"What did you say?"
Li Qingluan seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he said: "For example, why did the young master come to this blacksmith camp."
"Of course it's to eat."
"How about life in the blacksmith camp?"
This question penetrated Jiang Lin's heart.
Is it better?
Compared to the days in my previous life, it was quite tiring and boring.
But to say it was difficult, it wasn't that bad.
His prestige in the South Blacksmith Camp is getting higher and higher as his skills increase. All blacksmith masters and apprentices respect him.
After passing the test regularly, you will have a house of your own and a salary, and your life will only get better and better.
The only bad thing is that occasionally young people like Dong Songchang and the old eunuch jump out to cause trouble.
Other than that, everything seems to be fine.
Jiang Lin believed that he had no friendship with Li Qingluan, and he would not admit that he had helped her.
But there is really no one else to talk to on weekdays. Zhao Yankui and Qi Tiejiang, who are close friends, have their own days.
Old Man Wei... is a man of few words.
Since Li Qingluan asked, Jiang Lin took advantage of the situation and said it, which was a summary of his boring blacksmith career.
I have to say that apart from his status as a "rebel", Li Qingluan is also a good listener.
From beginning to end, he didn't interrupt much and listened quietly.
This feeling of having someone listening but not disturbing you makes Jiang Lin feel very comfortable.
Jiang Lin, who was a little thirsty, didn't stop until he finished talking about what happened in the past few days.
Li Qingluan chuckled softly and said: "It turns out that tomorrow is the day when the young master will become famous. Qingluan is here to congratulate the young master."
Jiang Lin was about to speak when he felt a warm feeling approaching him quickly.
Although the moon was not very bright, he still saw the woman in the blood-stained dress emerging from the ruins, clinging to his body, as if she was about to float outward.
The entrance and exit of the ruins were not large, and the two of them were almost nose to nose.
It was only at this moment that Jiang Lin discovered that the blood on Li Qingluan's face had been cleaned away. He was still pale, but stunningly beautiful.
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