Chapter 85 Mr. Yu
Yan Tianrong watched Jiang Lin's actions on the stage and couldn't help but smile: "This young man looks quite extraordinary."
Yu Maoming didn't say a word, but stared at Jiang Lin, his eyes shining brightly.
The Secretary-General only cares about people and does not understand the skills of a blacksmith, but Yu Maoming is different.
He was the one with the highest level of skill among the four blacksmith camps, so he naturally understood how amazing Jiang Lin's move was.
Five furnaces and fifteen pieces of pig iron are calcined at the same time. The difficulty is very difficult as one can imagine.
Each stove has different fire temperatures, different pig iron materials, and different placement locations, which will all make big differences.
Even Yu Maoming himself couldn't do it.
He stood on the stage silently, looking at the young man who attracted much attention, his gray hair swaying in the wind.
Under the action of extreme fire temperature, pig iron turns red and bright at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The master blacksmiths finally understood the feelings of those apprentices. Many of them had just filled in the pig iron and were controlling the heat. Jiang Lin had already taken out the pig iron.
The eyelids of a group of old blacksmiths twitched when they saw it, this was too damn fast!
People in the South Blacksmith Camp are used to Jiang Lin's high efficiency, so they are not surprised.
Fifteen pieces of pig iron were delivered one by one. The elite blacksmith headed by Zhao Yankui held up his high-quality sledgehammer and took the lead in starting the hammering.
The jingling sounds one after another are particularly abrupt in the formal blacksmith's testing ground.
"Jiang Lin, would you like some of us to have a piece?" shouted a few familiar old blacksmiths.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Jiang Lin didn't stop just because the master and others had satisfied their needs. He quickly ran to the furnaces of the old blacksmiths and started to heat up.
Several old blacksmiths were very happy. Who didn't know that Jiang Lin's fire-making skills were unique, and the quality of the iron burned by his hands could be improved by one or two steps.
In this way, even if you don't have a high-grade sledgehammer, as long as you refine it carefully, you should be able to create a high-grade weapon.
In the East Blacksmith Camp, Yuan Bingqi looked at Jiang Lin who was busy working non-stop, and then looked at Zhao Yankui and others who had already started tempering, and his teeth were almost broken.
He finally understood why this apprentice would rather give up the first place reward and come over to help light the fire.
It's all about filial piety. Such a fast burning speed can save Zhao Yankui a lot of time.
Coupled with the set of lower-eighth-grade iron tools, let’s not talk about the quality of the final casting, at least we have gained a head start in terms of time.
A master master from the East Blacksmith Camp next to him said in a deep voice: "Master Yuan, don't be impatient. Your Hundred Refining Method does not prioritize timeliness. Although they are fast, it is useless as long as the quality is not enough. The regular test is not about who is better. Fast.”
Hearing this, Yuan Bingqi suddenly woke up.
He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and said: "Master Liao, thank you for the tip, I almost got confused by them."
The master surnamed Liao laughed and said: "There is nothing to thank. This year's regular test, whether our East Blacksmith Battalion can win the first place depends entirely on your Hundred Refining Techniques."
"Don't worry!" Yuan Bingqi's expression was solemn, his tone was firm and full of confidence: "We lost in the competition of burning fire, but in the competition of tempering, Zhao Yankui is definitely no match for me!"
With his self-confidence restored, Yuan Bingqi completed the steps of calcining the pig iron with all his concentration, then took it to the anvil, picked up the sledgehammer and started hammering.
He no longer looked at the progress of the South Blacksmith Camp and was only focused on bringing out all his skills. It is very difficult to make an eighth-grade weapon out of ordinary iron. Even using the Hundred Refining Technique, it is not possible every time, but I have a feeling in my heart that I will definitely be able to do it this time!
Jiang Lin, who was still lighting the fire, looked up at Yuan Bingqi. While delivering pig iron to a certain old master, he ran to Zhao Yankui and asked, "Master, do you want to help?"
As long as he hammers it a few times, the quality of the pig iron can be improved again.
However, Zhao Yankui shook his head and said: "The regular test tests the blacksmith's skills. Letting you help light the fire is already a favor. If I let you do the tempering again, I will just go back and sleep. Don't worry, your master and I are also immersed in this skill." After so many years, do you really think that I am worse than Yuan Bingqi?”
Jiang Lin didn't say any more. Although it was true that he had a higher winning rate if he started, Zhao Yankui said this, so there was no need to force it.
What needs to be done has been done, and the rest depends on individual performance.
On the stage, Yan Tianrong said with a smile: "This year's regular test is particularly interesting. Zhao Yankui and Yuan Bingqi both have different strengths. Who does Yu Sijian think will win?"
Yan Tianrong has asked the same question before, and Yu Maoming has also answered it.
It's just that he replied that Zhao Yankui was more suitable, rather than someone who could win through skill competition in regular tests.
At this moment, Yu Maoming turned around and cupped his hands and said: "Returning to the Chief Secretary, Zhao Yankui's current progress is prioritized and he has more time to adjust. Although Yuan Bingqi lags behind, his Hundred Refining Method is so strange that it is difficult to tell the difference for a while."
"Oh? You can't tell who can win?"
Yu Maoming thought for a while, and then said: "If I really want to name an individual, my subordinates believe that Zhao Yankui has a greater chance of winning."
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"Why?"
"Because Jiang Lin is his apprentice." Yu Maoming's answer this time was exactly the same as the last time.
Yan Tianrong tapped his fingers on the handle twice, then looked at the testing ground and said quietly: "I think Yu Sijiang can see that I want to help this boy named Jiang Lin, why do I still praise him so much?"< br>
Yu Maoming stood tall and straight, and said in a calm tone: "It doesn't matter who the Chief Secretary wants to help. What's important is that Jiang Lin is from the Foundry Department and will work for the blacksmith camp. If he is good, his subordinates will only say that he is Okay, no need to belittle anything.”
Yan Tianrong's eyes moved slightly downward, focusing on the gray-haired old craftsman.
He knew clearly that he wanted to support the newcomer to compete with him for power, but he still spoke out bluntly, without any intention of deliberately suppressing or belittling.
Yan Tianrong had to admit that in the position of master craftsman, Yu Maoming was the well-deserved one among the four major blacksmith camps.
He was impressed and helpless.
An old craftsman who only focuses on the blacksmith camp and the foundry department and doesn't pay attention to other things is really uncomfortable sometimes.
After a while, Yan Tianrong took a breath and said, "I understand."
Yu Maoming cupped his hands and turned around to look at the testing ground.
As mentioned before, it doesn't matter whoever the Chief Secretary wants to support, even if it means openly competing with him for power.
As long as it makes Blacksmith Camp better, anything is possible!
He, Yu Maoming, has been working in the iron industry all his life. He has never thought about fighting for power and profit. Everything he has done is just to make the Foundry Department, which is almost the lowest among the Forty-Eight Departments of Dagan, a little better.
After all, blacksmiths live a very hard and tiring life. They only work with iron tools every day and don't have much salary.
Compared with using ordinary iron to create a magical weapon that moved the gods, what Yu Maoming really looked forward to and thought about was to make those stout men who couldn't read a word live a better life.
A little better.
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