Chapter 295 Jiang Lin will always be Jiang Lin
In the royal study, the old eunuch, whose skin was as wrinkled as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, still looked a bit eerie even in the bright light.
"Your Majesty, it has been found that this object is held by a fifth-grade doctor named Jiang Lin. The ancient purple gold wood is used as the bow body, and the fifth-grade Yin and Yang ancient rhinoceros animal tendons are used as strings. The strange wood was a gift from Yushuai, and the animal tendons were from Zhenshuo. General Zheng Qiran was sent to Cai Xingchang, who said he was just a holy soldier.
"This man came to the South Blacksmith Camp on the 432nd. He became an apprentice, a formal blacksmith, a master master, an assistant blacksmith, a ninth-grade inspector, an eighth-grade supervisor, and finally a fifth-grade doctor."
"My parents are still alive at home, my sister Jiang Xiu, my brother-in-law Wang Hua..."
A series of information was read out in detail, almost revealing all the details of Jiang Lin.
"This person came from a deal between Sun Zhongyun, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and Yu Shuai. There is no previous report. Do you want to summon Mr. Sun?" the old eunuch finally asked.
His Majesty the Emperor, who was standing in front of a desk that was more than ten meters long and several meters wide, did not stop the movements in his hands.
The wolf hair is swaying, the dragon is flying and the phoenix is dancing, and the strokes are painted with silver hooks.
"There is no need to summon him. I think this Jiang Lin has not yet met my requirements, so I will give him some more time."
"That bow..."
"It's just a holy weapon, and it's a big bow. It's useless to me. Keep it."
"Yes."
By the time the old eunuch bowed and left, the writing on the desk had been finished.
The dragon lurks in the abyss, waiting to fly, and the phoenix dances in the nine heavens to reflect the sun!
Fourteen big characters, each word is like a knife or axe, sharp and full of unspeakable tyranny.
Putting down the brush, His Majesty the Emperor, who controlled the supreme power of the Daqian Dynasty, chuckled: "It has taken more than a year to grow to the point where it is now, which is quite interesting."
"If you can help me achieve my great cause, everyone in the world will give it to you."
"If you can't..."
A deep chill penetrated the imperial court and shot straight into the sky.
"Then I can't keep you!"
……
The next day.
The master blacksmiths of the South Blacksmith Camp gathered early in the morning.
Today, it was agreed that the selection for the expansion of the elite blacksmith team would be held. Many people were so excited that they stayed awake all night, but they were still full of energy and energy.
Joining the elite blacksmith team is equivalent to a huge benefit of at least two to three hundred thousand taels. After working hard for several years, you will not have to worry about food and drink even if you go home and sleep on the street.
No one wanted to miss this great opportunity, and a large number of blacksmiths gathered outside the South Blacksmith Camp.
The masters from the three major blacksmith camps in the east, west, north, and west all came here, no longer caring about face or dignity.
Who wouldn't be tempted by hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, unless he was a fool or a dead person.
They even made a special trip to the Foundry Department to invite Yan Tianrong, Yu Maoming, and even Zhao Yankui.
It can almost be said that he is begging grandpa to sue grandma, asking them to help Jiang Lin talk about it and give him a chance to participate in the selection.
How can Yan Tianrong say this? Although he is the chief officer of the Casting Department and the eighth-grade secretary, Lord Jiang is a fifth-grade doctor!
But this is all begged by his subordinates. If he doesn't agree, he may not be able to control him in the future.
Yan Tianrong could only push Zhao Yankui out and ask Mr. Zhao to say a few good words.
Zhao Yankui happily ran to Jiang Lin and said, "The Chief Secretary asked me to send a message. Can you give other people in the blacksmith camp a chance to participate in the selection?"
Jiang Lin looked at him and asked, "What do you think, Master?"
"Of course not!" Zhao Yankui said without hesitation: "Why should they divide the benefits of our South Blacksmith Camp as they say? It's a beautiful idea!"
Even though it has been a long time since Zhao Yankui was promoted to deputy craftsman, he still prefers the South Blacksmith Camp in his heart.
Blacksmith Qi and others looked at each other and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
They were really afraid that Zhao Yankui would be impartial. With Lord Jiang's character that values friendship, he might not disobey the master's suggestion.
Jiang Lindao: "It's obviously not possible to directly participate in the selection. The masters of the South Blacksmith Camp have worked hard for so long to get this opportunity. But after all, it is a competition between colleagues. You can't look up when you look down. It won't work if you don't give them a chance. So, just treat it like this. As a favor to Master, they can come and participate in the selection of the reserve team. When the elite blacksmith team needs to be expanded again, priority will be given to selecting from the reserve team.”
Zhao Yankui chuckled and said: "I knew you would have this idea, why don't you wipe out all the talents in the blacksmith camp?"
Jiang Lin smiled and said: "When Jiang Taigong fishes, those who wish will take the bait."
"That's true, but who is Taigong Jiang?"
"My distant uncle is very fond of fishing, but he only caught one fish in his life."
"Hahaha, that's so stupid."
Zhao Yankui laughed and walked away. After returning, he expressed Jiang Lin's opinion and said: "This is the best result I can get. If it still doesn't work, forget it. Anyway, the South Blacksmith Camp is not lacking now." People.”
Yan Tianrong also understood that asking other people from the blacksmith camp to share the benefits directly would definitely arouse dissatisfaction from the southern blacksmith camp.
It would be fine if there was no Jiang Lin, but Mr. Jiang was born here, and even if he was promoted to a fifth-grade doctor, he never left it. The involvement is too deep.
Yan Tianrong then turned to look at the other people in the blacksmith camp and asked, "What do you think? If you join the reserve team of the South Blacksmith Camp, you may not have the opportunity to become an official elite blacksmith in the future."
Some people gritted their teeth and immediately agreed.
If you sneak in first and talk later, you won't believe that you can't compete with others based on your own skills.
Some are still hesitating. The reserve team said there is a chance to become a regular player, but when will it happen?
At this time, the craftsman Yu Maoming said: "Master Jiang made a deal with Yu Shuai this time to build weapons for a million-strong army. But I am not just a million-strong frontier army. Are you out of your mind?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
Yes, there are only one million troops this time, but there are more than one million frontier troops and more than one general.
Yu Shuai can make deals with Jiang Lin, can't other marshals not?
If the seven commanders all come to ask for weapons, how can the people of Nan Blacksmith Camp do it?
The reserve team will become a regular team sooner or later, it depends on when the other coaches will come.
If they come early, they will become regular employees early. If they come late, they will become regular employees later.
After thinking about this clearly, the remaining people had nothing to hesitate and immediately swarmed over to join the South Blacksmith Battalion reserve team.
Zhao Yankui immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Why are you squeezing! You can join the reserve team if you want to? Then you have to go through a test. Everyone should line up and put their names on the board first. Who is squeezing around? I will take you. Throw it out!”
Yu Maoming, Zhao Yankui, Yuan Gaohao, and Yan Tianrong were all given Sifang Health Pills and Bafang True Pills by Jiang Lin, and their cultivation levels gradually improved, and now they are all at the eighth level of martial arts.
His cultivation level is much higher than that of ordinary blacksmiths, and with his status as deputy master craftsman, everyone quickly became more honest with his roar.
Yu Maoming looked at the registration lists of blacksmiths happily, and turned to Yan Tianrong and said: "Sir, perhaps it is time to consider merging the four major blacksmith camps into one."
With this incident happening today, even if some people feel that they can't compete with others and are unwilling to join, so what.
People's hearts have been dispersed. The other three major blacksmith camps combined do not have as many people as the Southern Blacksmith Camp. As for talents, that is not to mention.
Anyone with slightly superior skills is now being roped in here.
The so-called four blacksmith camps have ceased to exist in name only. Yan Tianrong was also thinking about this matter. When he saw Yu Maoming mention it, he nodded and said: "I will discuss it with the teacher when I get back and see how to do it. After all, the four blacksmith camps have existed for hundreds of years. It cannot be changed in a few words. ”
Jiang Lin didn't pay too much attention to the matters here. With the master and craftsmen around, they would naturally help him take care of it.
After opening the door of the Hengyu furnace and lighting the fire, Jiang Lin stuffed in 150 pieces of pig iron.
The fire in the furnace rises, and the quality of pig iron improves rapidly.
Jiang Lin did not inject the vitality of heaven and earth. He only controlled the quality of the pig iron to a certain level and distributed it to everyone who had been waiting for a long time.
The first batch of one hundred and fifty master blacksmiths were all gearing up. After getting the pig iron, the people around them laughed with pride.
Everyone looked over with envy. How could this be pig iron? It was obviously worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.
Jiang Lin's current fire-burning efficiency is astonishingly high. It doesn't take long to burn 150 pieces of pig iron at the same time.
If you really go all out, it won't be a problem to burn tens of thousands of dollars in one day.
This expansion of the elite blacksmith team is not limited to the reserve team, everyone can participate.
Of course, there are also people who feel that their skills are not outstanding enough and dare not sign up.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Despite this, there are thousands of people willing to give it a try.
Coupled with the subsequent arrival of people from other blacksmith camps, the number has reached nearly 10,000.
Jiang Lin started from dawn and sat in front of the Hengyu stove until dusk, with almost no chance to stop.
It didn't end until everyone got the pig iron he burned.
Even though his strength and endurance are much higher than those of ordinary people, he still feels a little tired at the end of the day.
However, what happened today also allowed Jiang Lin to verify his fire-making skills. One hundred and fifty yuan is not the limit.
As a rough estimate, I should be able to add another thirty or forty yuan.
When Jiang Lin walked out of the blacksmith shop, he saw many blacksmith masters squatting under the eaves with their heads downcast.
Needless to say, the weapon must have failed to pass the test.
When Blacksmith Qi saw him coming out, he quickly told the others a few words, then came over and said, "Master Jiang."
"How's it going?" Jiang Lin asked.
"Hundreds of people have made upper-level third-grade weapons, of which the South Blacksmith Battalion accounts for 60%, and the other blacksmith battalions account for 40%. If there are only 300 people, the number is enough. Now we are just expanding the reserve team." Blacksmith Qi replied.
Jiang Lin nodded and said: "Gather the high-grade third-grade weapons that we have created, and give them two hundred taels of silver each."
"Yes."
At the gate of the blacksmith camp, Yan Tianrong drove a carriage with several craftsmen.
With so many people, it is definitely not enough for Old Man Wei to cook alone.
They sent people to Kyoto City early to order meals. Every craftsman and even the clerk was sweating profusely, but they didn't feel tired at all.
Although it was Jiang Lin who made the deal with Yu Shuai, the foundry department must have a share of the credit.
Yang Junchi has already said that it will not take long for Yan Tianrong to be promoted.
However, Yan Tianrong doesn't want to leave now. Although the Casting Department is of low rank, what's the situation now?
The fifth-grade doctor is stationed in person, and the frontier army commander is doing business in person. What an honor!
Looking at the forty-eight divisions, which division has such an honor!
Even if I give you a genuine seventh-grade product, I won’t change it!
After a lot of work, some people left the South Blacksmith Camp dejectedly, while others happily joined the reserve team.
By the time it was time to eat, the number of people had reduced a lot.
Yan Tianrong, along with several craftsmen and the new blacksmith who joined the reserve team, came over to propose a toast.
His status as a fifth-grade doctor is no longer important to Jiang Lin.
A strong man in the divine martial realm!
The second-grade general soldier promised by Ling Shuai!
Yushuai traded with him personally!
Who is not as good as the Fifth Grader?
How virtuous and capable people like me are, but they actually have the opportunity to drink with Shenwu Realm, and the smoke from the ancestral graves is sprayed up to the nine heavens.
A group of people got themselves drunk so happily that they lay around for a while.
The people from the Camping and Restoration Department and Linyuan Department were eating and drinking silently on the edge, but they felt very uncomfortable.
They are all one of the forty-eight departments, but the Casting Department, which was originally ranked last, suddenly jumped up.
It's fucking outrageous that a blacksmith can earn hundreds of thousands of taels of silver just by making weapons.
There is nothing much to do in the Camp Repair Department and Linyuan Department. I would have known that I would have come to the Blacksmith Camp to be an apprentice.
Unfortunately, there are specializations in the art industry, and there are many different fields. I am afraid it is too late to change careers now.
Zhao Yankui drunkenly sat next to Jiang Lin with a wine jar, burped, and said with a silly smile: "I said... you can do it, you can do it! When you said that the Foundry Division would return to the top of the Forty-Eight Divisions, your master and I I just believed it, and it happened! Hiccup..."
Jiang Lin smiled, took the wine jar from his hand, patted his back gently to calm him down, and said, "I haven't become the number one yet."
"Why didn't it work? Look at our South Blacksmith Camp, that's the number one spot!"
Jiang Lin naturally knew that he had drunk too much and did not argue.
It is not now, and it will definitely be in the future.
Zhao Yankui grabbed Jiang Lin's arm. Although he was drunk, his tone was very serious: "Your master, the most amazing thing in this life is to have you as a disciple."
Jiang Lin nodded lightly and said, "I am most fortunate to have a master like you."
Without Zhao Yankui's early protection and help, Jiang Lin would probably be in trouble.
Although Zhao Yankui may not be as protective as Liao Mingxu's frontier troops, but from a blacksmith's point of view, he has done a good job.
The kindness is like a mountain, Jiang Lin will never forget it.
After helping Zhao Yankui to rest, Jiang Lin stood up and looked around. Almost everyone had drunk too much, and only a few could stay awake.
He stepped forward and walked among the crowd. When he saw some people who had drunk too much and were unconscious, he helped them breathe to avoid choking to death on vomit.
Among the very few sober people is Qi Blacksmith.
Looking at Jiang Lin's inspection, he couldn't help but think of the young boy who was still patrolling the blacksmith shop more than a year ago.
Close the stove door, clean up the remaining fire, and do things that others don't want to do.
Now he has become a fifth-grade doctor, but some things seem to have remained unchanged.
No matter how far he goes in the future, Jiang Lin will always be the same Jiang Lin.
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