Chapter 80 Please be quiet
With the clanking sound, the long knife gradually took shape.
Several apprentices who were closer couldn't help but rub their eyes and said: "No, this color... is black and shiny, is it a sign of high quality?"
An even more irritable apprentice pointed at Jiang Lin and shouted: "You are definitely not an apprentice! You are obviously a formal blacksmith, why are you coming to the apprentice area!"
Bringing in high-quality ironware can burn the fire quickly, and the long knives made can be directly imported.
"If he is an apprentice, who am I?"
Jiang Lin still turned a deaf ear. After preparing the long knife, he took it to the test bench.
Along the way, he attracted the attention of countless people, both apprentices and blacksmiths, all staring at the long, shiny black knife in his hand.
Many people were silent, but even more people cursed loudly.
"This is an act of fraud and not true talent!"
"Which blacksmith is he from?"
"I heard he came from the South Blacksmith Camp."
"Damn it, Zhao Yankui has no shame for a mere hundred taels of silver, a Qi and Blood Pill, and a piece of high-quality ironware! Let a formal blacksmith pretend to be an apprentice!"
Blacksmith Qi leaned next to Zhao Yankui. Hearing the scoldings around him, he didn't panic at all. Instead, he smiled even more cheerfully.
"Master, you have been scolded quite badly now."
Zhao Yankui laughed out loud: "A bunch of guys who have never seen the world, don't care what they do."
Blacksmith Qi glanced around, and the blacksmiths from other battalions glared at him. He quickly looked away and said, "I'm afraid they will get anxious and start a fight."
"How dare they!" Zhao Yankui directly rolled up his sleeves, widened his eyes, and said with a ferocious look on his face: "We in the South Blacksmith Camp don't have as much work as them, so we accepted it, but when it comes to fighting, I'm afraid of them!"
At this time, Jiang Lin had already walked to the test bench. Yuan Gaohao looked at the long, shiny black knife and was a little confused about what to say.
It doesn't matter if it burns quickly, but isn't it a bit outrageous for you to make a high-quality long knife directly from ordinary iron?
Yuan Gaohao heard those scoldings and questions.
If he hadn't known Jiang Lin's background, he might have thought, like everyone else, that he was an official blacksmith pretending to be a blacksmith.
No, that's not right!
Even if you are a formal blacksmith, you can't make a high-grade weapon!
"Please ask Mr. Yuan to do it." Jiang Lin put the long knife on the stage.
Yuan Gaohao picked it up and looked at it again and again, then waved his hand and chopped it at the test stone next to it, and it penetrated an inch into the stone and was properly inserted.
He withdrew his long knife, looked at Jiang Lin, and said nothing for a long time.
Until Jiang Lin couldn't help but ask: "Sirian Yuan, is there any problem?"
"Problem?" Yuan Gaohao came back to his senses and smiled bitterly: "There is indeed a problem."
Jiang Lin frowned slightly. Although the defects were not eliminated, from the quality of materials to the improvement of tempering, there were still more than a dozen times of hundred refinements in between.
It's already considered a very low level just to get the product, but there are other problems?
Jiang Lin glanced at the long knife and saw the reminder of "A long knife of average quality, with a total of 167 defects" in his field of vision.
Could it be said that Yuan Gaohao saw these flaws?
Thinking of this, Jiang Lin couldn't help but hold up his hands and said humbly: "Please tell Mr. Yuan what the problems are."
Yuan Gaohao put down his long sword and said quietly: "The biggest question is, how can you, an apprentice, use a piece of ordinary iron to strike a high-quality long sword?"
Jiang Lin was startled, and before he could speak, Yuan Gaohao asked again: "You really don't want to consider coming with me? I can recommend to the master craftsman that after the regular test, you will be promoted to master master. Next year's regular test will give you an additional deputy master." How about the quota of craftsmen? No need to become a disciple, we are friends.”
Looking at the expectant eyes of the deputy craftsman, Jiang Lin burst into laughter. It turned out that this was the question he was talking about.
Frankly speaking, the conditions given by Yuan Gaohao were very kind. He no longer mentioned the matter of becoming a disciple. He just wanted to give him a favor.
Even if Jiang Lin agreed, Zhao Yankui probably wouldn't say anything.
But after thinking about it, Jiang Lin still shook his head and refused. He cupped his hands and said: "Please forgive me, Mr. Yuan, my master will be promoted to deputy chief this year."
Yuan Gaohao said: "Even if Zhao Yankui becomes the deputy craftsman, he may not be able to give you as much as I can."
"It's not a matter of how much." Jiang Lin said softly: "Master is very good to me."
He always only spoke half of his words and did not speak clearly.
But anyone who is not a fool can understand the meaning of these two sentences.
It is better to take the favor from you than from my master as the assistant craftsman.
Because Master is good to me, I can only owe him favors.
It’s useless no matter how much you give me, because you are not my master.
Looking at the young man who looked calm and neither humble nor arrogant, Yuan Gaohao suddenly realized that he could no longer look down.
His physique was so strong, almost as strong as mine, that it was even difficult to look straight at him.
After a while, Yuan Gaohao sighed and said: "I have never envied Zhao Yankui as much as I do now, and I almost feel jealous."
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When I met Jiang Lin for the first time, I knew that he was Zhao Yankui's apprentice, and I thought that this boy was very lucky to be able to be apprenticed to a master who was about to be promoted to deputy craftsman.
But now it seems that it is Zhao Yankui who is better than Jiang Lin!
Envy, so damn envious!
"Go back and wait for the next skill test." Yuan Gaohao said.
Although Jiang Lin's skill level has surpassed that of a formal blacksmith, he still has to go through the process.
After Yuan Gaohao finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the black iron plate, where he once again wrote Jiang Lin's top name on the ranking of tempering skills.
Dang——
The gong was struck, and all the apprentices raised their heads and looked at the familiar name on the black iron plate.
At this moment, hundreds of blacksmiths suddenly shouted in unison: "Absurd! How shameless! The second-rate behavior is so shameless. Please make the decision, master craftsman, and drive out these shameless people who pretend to be apprentices!"
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These blacksmiths are naturally from several other blacksmith camps.
The blacksmiths from the South Blacksmith Camp exchanged insults with him.
"Who pretended to be an apprentice? Jiang Lin was originally an apprentice, and he has only been here for two months!"
"Fuck you, if an apprentice of two months can learn like this, I'll swallow coal on the spot!"
"You swallow it, otherwise he is my grandson!"
"Swallow your uncle, he is not an apprentice. You, the Southern Blacksmith Battalion, can't compete with you on weekdays, so you secretly engage in such a shameless thing. It's really a disgrace to our blacksmiths!"
A group of people were so noisy that they almost started to fight.
Zhao Yankui led Qi Tiejiang and others to the front. A group of strong men, all 1.81.9 meters tall and weighing more than 100 kilograms, had their muscles colliding with each other. The scene was extremely exciting.
Jiang Lin looked back at this scene and didn't know what to say.
The apprentice is tested, what are you doing in this surprise?
Even the chief secretary on the stage was alarmed and frowned: "What's going on down there? It seems like there's going to be a fight, Yu Maoming."
"I'll take care of it now," Yu Maoming said with his hands in hand.
As he spoke, the grey-haired old man flew down from the stage and landed among the crowd.
He knocked over a group of people with three punches and two kicks. He grabbed a blacksmith's neck with one hand and threw it out. He raised his foot and stepped on the head of another blacksmith on the ground, and then shouted loudly.
"Please be quiet, everyone!"
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