Chapter 97 I really can’t do it as a teacher
While Jiang Lin was working hard to eliminate the flaws in the hammer, Yuan Bingqi had already arrived with a donkey cart.
Seeing that he really came with a lot of salutes, and seemed to be planning to settle here, Zhao Yankui walked over and said: "The South Blacksmith Camp suffered a disaster before, and the Camp Repair Department has not completed the repairs. I'm afraid you have to squeeze in with others."
"It doesn't matter, we are all gentlemen, it's no big deal." Yuan Bingqi said, cupping his hands to the curious people around him and saying: "From now on, Yuan will also be from the South Blacksmith Camp. Please give me more advice."
The blacksmiths quickly returned the favor, feeling very excited.
Jiang Lin actually "coaxed" the master of the East Blacksmith Camp to come. If word of this spreads out, won't the other blacksmith camps be turned upside down?
Blacksmith Tang said with a smile: "If all the masters from the blacksmith camp can come to our place, I will be willing to do so even if the high-quality ironware is gone."
"You have a pretty good idea." Blacksmith Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Except for people like Yuan Bingqi who were dedicated to improving their skills, other masters might not be so cruel to give up their current status.
"Come on, come on, help us, give our Master Yuan a place to live!" Zhao Yankui shouted.
"Stay at my place." Blacksmith Qi walked over, stretched out his hand to loosen the rope of the donkey cart, and began to move things into the house.
The other blacksmiths also reacted, swarmed up and moved things down.
It is not easy for a master from the East Blacksmith Camp to join the South Blacksmith Camp. We must not let him run away!
With so many people helping, it was almost done in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Bingqi looked around and asked: "Where is Master Jiang?"
To be honest, it was a bit awkward to call out the word "Master Jiang" from his mouth.
But Yuan Bingqi himself didn't think there was anything wrong, let alone others.
"Master Jiang is at the blacksmith shop. He said he wants to temper his iron tools again." Blacksmith Qi replied.
Yuan Bingqi hummed and walked toward the blacksmith shop.
Considering that he had just arrived, Zhao Yankui and others accompanied him.
When the group arrived at the blacksmith shop, they saw Jiang Lin frowning, as if he was unhappy about something.
Several people walked over, and when Zhao Yankui saw this, he said: "Why do you look so bitter? What trouble have you encountered?"
"We did encounter some trouble." Jiang Lin sighed, picked up the hammer on the anvil and said, "Master, it seems that I really have to build a new set of iron tools instead of simply re-melting them."
Zhao Yankui looked over and saw that the hammer in Jiang Lin's hand was similar to a fist.
Let’s call it a sledgehammer, it’s a bit small. Let’s call it a small hammer, it’s a bit big and looks nondescript.
"What are you..." Zhao Yankui was about to ask what kind of hammer he hit, but he caught something in the corner of his eye and couldn't speak anymore.
He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes hard, and then looked again, nothing had changed.
Yuan Bingqi, who was next to him, had already grabbed the hammer, looked at it carefully, and then looked at Jiang Lin with a surprised look on his face: "Did you hit this?"
"Well, I originally wanted to rework it to improve the quality, but I didn't expect it to shrink so much."
Jiang Lin's disgusted look made Yuan Bingqi's mouth open and speechless.
Not to mention him, even Blacksmith Qi and a few other acquaintances were stunned at the nondescript hammer.
On the body of the hammer, four entropy patterns are clearly visible!
The fifth grade!
Like Zhao Yankui, they all rubbed their eyes several times to make sure they saw it correctly.
They wanted to say something, but the turmoil in their hearts made them feel dry.
My throat seemed to be stuck together and I couldn't speak.
The fifth grade is not of particularly high quality, but if it is made of ordinary iron, the meaning is completely different.
Even if Yu Maoming comes in person, he can't do it!
Before, Yuan Bingqi was a little proud of his status as a master master. He felt that even if he didn't have this name when he came to Nan Blacksmith Camp, he should still be regarded as the first person in skills.
But now, he is a little confused.
It's understandable that Zhao Yankui can use mortal iron to produce lower-seventh-grade weapons. What about the fifth-grade hammer?
Can anyone explain to him what's going on?
Zhao Yankui swallowed hard and felt that his throat was stinging as if there was a needle stuck in it. He coughed hard several times and then said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Jiang Lin, this hammer...I don't doubt your hammering skills, it's just..."
Thousands of words finally condensed into five words.
"How did you do it?"
Jiang Lin lowered his hands, as humble as before: "Burn the fire, temper, and quench as the master taught you."
Zhao Yankui would be very happy when he heard such words before.
But now, I just feel a little hot on my face.
What did he teach?
He did teach some, but he couldn’t do this!
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Zhao Yankui huffed and puffed like an old cow, not knowing what to say.
The blacksmith shop became extremely quiet.
Seeing everyone being shocked and speechless, Jiang Lin was slightly annoyed. Was he still too pushy?
If I had known that the hammer would become like this, it would be better to stop at the sixth level.
At the same time, several masters from the East Blacksmith Camp have arrived at the Foundry Department.
"Yuan Bingqi went to the South Blacksmith Camp?" Yu Maoming was slightly surprised when he heard this.
He had also heard that the South Blacksmith Camp was planning to recruit people, but he didn't expect that the first one to go would be Yuan Bingqi.
"Master Craftsman, the South Blacksmith Camp has gone too far! With Zhao Yankui as the deputy craftsman, he is going to attack our East Blacksmith Camp!"
"We can't bear it! Please ask the master craftsman to make the decision for us!"
Seeing their indignant looks, Yu Maoming couldn't say anything, so he had to call Yuan Gaohao.
Let him go to the South Blacksmith Camp to see what's going on.
Yuan Gaohao took several masters from the East Blacksmith Camp all the way to the South Blacksmith Camp, but found that the camp was almost empty.
Only the blacksmith shop was bustling with people and bustling.
A master master from the East Blacksmith Camp said angrily: "It must be Master Yuan who is demonstrating the Hundred Refining Techniques to them, making this group of people cheer for joy!"
Although Yuan Gaohao is slightly partial to the Southern Blacksmith Camp, the palms and backs of the four major blacksmith camps are full of flesh, so how much can he be biased?
On the way to the blacksmith shop, he thought to himself that Ruonan Blacksmith Camp had really used some bad means to recruit Yuan Bingqi, so he had no choice but to order him back.
After all, the Xuanhua Road matter has not settled yet, so nothing can go wrong.
When we came to the blacksmith shop, it was packed.
"What are you doing?" Yuan Gaohao asked.
The people on the outside were all apprentices. They turned around and saw him, and they quickly bent down and saluted: "I've seen Mr. Yuan!"
Yuan Gaohao gestured and asked again: "What is shouting inside?"
The apprentice looked proud, held his head high and said: "Replying to Mr. Yuan, Mr. Jiang from the South Blacksmith Camp has made a medium-grade fifth-grade ironware out of ordinary iron. Mr. Zhao and other masters are all watching. ”
As soon as these words came out, Yuan Gaohao and several masters in the East Blacksmith Camp were stunned.
They raised their hands and dug their ears at the same time: "Tell me again, how many grades are you talking about?"
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