Chapter 79 What kind of apprentice is he?

Yu Maoming's words made Yan Tianrong couldn't help but chuckle.

He shook his head slightly and said no more.

At this time, Jiang Lin sat back in front of the stove.

The apprentice next to him looked at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother, it's just a regular test, is it worthy of doing this?"

"That's right, how much money will it cost?"

"Hey, brother, you've used up your piece of iron. Give it to me. You can tell me how much silver it costs."

"Brother, let me meet you. I am Huang San from the West Blacksmith Camp."

The apprentices around me were all excited, talking to each other one by one.

They all thought that Jiang Lin was so fast because there was something wrong with the piece of pig iron. It was probably a special material that lit up when exposed to fire.

It must have cost a lot to be able to produce such materials in the regular test and pass the test from deputy craftsman Yuan Gaohao.

Some people also believe that to be able to do such a thing, in addition to money, there must be people.

So some people asked Jiang Lin for materials, while others were busy building friendships.

The former want to pass this regular test, but the latter feel that their chances of passing are not high, so they might as well expand their connections.

Jiang Lin turned a deaf ear and remained unmoved.

Just like those apprentices in the South Blacksmith Camp, when they see people who are much better than themselves, they feel that they can do things that they cannot do.

Jiang Lin ignored such people.

Again, when he becomes an official blacksmith, these people will most likely still be disgraced in the burning area.

There is no need to care about people who are much weaker than yourself.

But his silence made people feel weak. A sturdy apprentice from the east came over immediately and slapped Jiang Lin heavily on the shoulder.

"I'm talking to you, are you pretending to be deaf?"

Jiang Lin turned around and looked over, his expression indifferent, and his eyes even more so.

Although there were no words, the breath became extremely sharp at this moment, making the apprentice feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

It was clear that he was standing and the other person was sitting, condescending, but in his feelings, it seemed as if he was facing an insurmountable high wall.

Yes, just like the city wall in Kyoto that is several feet high and tens of thousands of meters long.

He suddenly felt his hands and feet tightening, his hair standing on end, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Jiang Lin then turned back and continued to look at his fire.

There are four skills required to become a regular apprentice. Except for sharpening, the other three skills require refining.

The stove in front of me is much more important than this apprentice.

But the sturdy apprentice did not dare to say anything else and walked back angrily.

Even he was like this. Others didn't dare to harass him too much, but they were quite unconvinced.

You can pass the fire test by relying on subterfuge, but the tempering after that will be different.

That requires showing your true ability!

Those who are unqualified will definitely make a fool of themselves!

Soon, the stick of incense burned out.

Most of the apprentices couldn't even complete the entire fire-burning process. A few of them completed it, but the quality was not good, and they were even embarrassed to take it to the test bench.

About a hundred or so people were OK, half of them passed, and half of them missed the mark and failed.

Yuan Gaohao couldn't help but shake his head, and couldn't help but glance at the name on the iron plate that always occupied the first place.

Many of these apprentices themselves are pretty good and decent.

But compared with Jiang Lin, he was nothing.

Those who pass are happy, those who fail are depressed.

Yuan Gaohao didn't give them much rest time, and then said: "The second skill test, tempering! Within half an hour, you can temper a qualified weapon, choose any one of swords and axes."

As he spoke, a huge hourglass was lifted up, and the sand began to pour downwards.

The apprentices hurriedly started to calcine again, and some who had been unsuccessful in making the fire began to lay them out, sitting there and looking around, too lazy to fight for anything. Among those who are still busy, Jiang Lin is the most relaxed one.

His pig iron has been kept in the furnace. Under the perfect fire temperature control, the pig iron always maintains the most suitable temperature and shape.

As soon as the timer started, Jiang Lin took out the bright red pig iron from the furnace.

The surrounding apprentices all looked over subconsciously. They all wanted to know what this stupid guy who relied on fraud to pass the test of fire-making skills would be like.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the stupid man push away the hammers, anvils and other items prepared by the foundry department, and then open the sack placed at his feet.

And then...

"My mother, what did he bring?"

"It's so shameless! That's top-grade ironware, it's definitely top-grade!"

"I thought he might have some tricks, but I didn't expect it to be this kind of tricks. Is this Mr. Craftsman's biological son?"

A group of apprentices stared dumbfoundedly at Jiang Lin as he took out a set of high-grade iron tools, and couldn't help but curse.

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There are also apprentices who are more sensible. They took a deep breath and said in a calm voice: "Don't be anxious. The quality of the iron is just the icing on the cake. The final result depends on its own skills."

"Brother, what you said is right. If you take high-quality iron tools to participate in the apprenticeship test, your own skills cannot be too outstanding."

When everyone heard it, this was the truth.

If your skills are outstanding, why bother bringing your own iron tools?

They stared attentively, and saw that the stupid man took out a hammer and began to smash the pig iron.

Ding Dong——

The monotonous sound that was already familiar to people in the South Blacksmith Camp sounded at the Foundry Division's testing ground.

As soon as this sound came out, many apprentices laughed out loud.

"Sure enough, the skills are not good, there is no rhythm at all, no, no."

"Let's just say it's an embroidered pillow. Training can't be controlled by cheating. It depends on your true ability!"

Some people laughed, and some couldn't.

An apprentice saw that the person next to him had a strange expression and no smile, so he asked: "What else are you looking at? He..."

But the man didn't look at him, and only said in an increasingly astonished tone: "This guy's accuracy is so high, not a single blow misses!"

The apprentice who was laughing just now turned his head and looked at it for a moment, and then stopped laughing.

They clearly saw that every time Jiang Lin hammered down, sparks flew out and never failed.

That's all. The pig iron was shaped in the direction of the long knife at an extremely fast speed under his hammer.

This speed is so fast that people can hardly react.

Some apprentices had just put the pig iron on the anvil, but before the hammer could drop, Jiang Lin had already started leveling it with a small hammer.

Several apprentices who had just laughed and commented on Jiang Lin's lack of rhythm were dumbfounded now.

"No, how can he be so fast? Are high-quality iron tools so easy to use?"

"There's a problem! There's definitely a big problem! There's no rhythm at all, why are you shaping so fast!"

In addition to these people who were instinctively suspicious, there were also some apprentices who looked at Jiang Lin's skillful movements and accurate hammer drop, and another idea began to pop up in their minds.

"Is there no fraud? It's all his true ability!?"

"If this is really the case..."

"What kind of apprentice is he?"

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