Chapter 364 The spirit of mortal world

Chapter 364 The spirit of mortal world

The child's eyes widened when he heard it, and then he ran back into the house and shouted happily.

"Dad, Mom! He is here to learn blacksmithing! He wants to learn blacksmithing from my father!"

Not long after, the blacksmith couple came out of the house.

The man walked up to Jiang Lin, looked up and down, and asked with some surprise: "You want to learn blacksmithing?"

Jiang Lin nodded: "I want to learn."

"What's your name?" the man asked.

Jiang Lin looked up blankly, countless names flashing through his mind in an instant.

Liao Mingxu, Zheng Qiran, Xie Yunfan, Wang Hua, Jiang Xiu, Miao Yonghuai...

Every name felt familiar to him, but he didn't know which one belonged to him.

He could only shake his head: "I don't remember."

The man looked at him, then looked down at the bunch of candied haws in Jiang Lin's hand. After a moment, he said, "It's okay to learn blacksmithing from me, but you have to have a name."

"I..." A word appeared in Jiang Lin's mind.

He murmured and read out: "The world of mortals..."

"Hong Chen? That's a good name." The man didn't worry about whether it was Jiang Lin's real name and said, "Then starting from tomorrow, you will be an apprentice."

After a pause, the man asked again: "You haven't eaten for a day. Are you hungry? Can I get you something to eat?"

Jiang Lin didn't feel hungry, but he still nodded slightly.

The child next to him happily jumped around him, and said with a smile: "My name is Ma Lu, because my father's surname is Ma and my mother's surname is Lu."

The man waved his hand and pulled the child away: "Go, go, go to bed."

Then, he took Jiang Lin to the woodshed.

The food was cold, but there was always no shortage of charcoal fire in the blacksmith shop. While heating the food, the man asked Jiang Lin about his origins.

But when he asked, he didn't know anything, so he simply stopped asking.

"We only have one room at home, so you can make do in the woodshed first." The man brought an old bedding.

That thing made Jiang Lin feel more familiar, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen it.

After returning to the house, the man closed the door, and the woman immediately came forward and said, "Why did you recruit such an unknown person?"

"You may be right, he is really stupid, he keeps holding the bunch of candied haws, which makes him look a little pitiful," the man said.

"You have a kind heart. From now on, this family will have more food to eat."

"I'll just make more iron, and you two won't be hungry."

"Isn't it because I am afraid that you will be tired? You know he is stupid and you recruit him as an apprentice."

"Keep your voice down..."

"It's two doors away, and he can't hear her." Although the woman said this, her voice couldn't help but become lower.

In the woodshed, Jiang Lin was lying on an old bedding, holding a candied haws in his hand, and the clear sound of the couple's conversation could be heard in his ears.

His hearing is very good. He can not only hear the conversation between the blacksmith and his wife, but also the voices of other neighbors around him, the children's fingers sliding across the quilt, and even unknown insects crawling underground.

There was no light in the woodshed, but he only felt like day.

Starting from the next day, there was a tall blacksmith apprentice in this blacksmith shop.

Blacksmith Ma is a good man, and he really wants to teach Jiang Lin something.

"This charcoal fire, the most important thing is the heat."

"If the fire is high, the iron will easily burn through. If the fire is low, the impurities may not be burned out. You can try burning a piece yourself first. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Just feel it."

Jiang Linyiyan picked up a piece of pig iron, held it with tongs and stuffed it into the stove.

A neighbor came over and said: "Master Ma, help me get a kitchen knife, the kind that can chop bones."

"The bone cleaver, right? OK, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

In front of the stove, Jiang Lin boringly stuffed pieces of charcoal into the stove. The little boy next to him, Malu, was still happily helping to pull the bellows.

A large amount of air is poured into the furnace, the flame rises, and the temperature of the furnace continues to increase.

The high temperature came out of the furnace mouth, and even Blacksmith Ma felt it.

Looking back, he saw Jiang Lin sitting in front of the stove, the flames already burning his face.

"Stop pulling!" Ma Tiejiang exclaimed, and quickly went over to pull Malu away, and then went to pull Jiang Lin.

He just felt as if he was pulling a big mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.

Jiang Lin turned around and asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

His face was clean, with no trace of burns at all.

Blacksmith Ma was stunned. He was not injured despite such a high temperature?

But he didn't feel too surprised. He could tell something about Jiang Lin's physique.

"If the fire is too big, it will easily burn the iron too thoroughly." Blacksmith Ma said.

Jiang Lin yelled, and under the astonished gazes of Blacksmith Ma and Ma Lu, he reached out and took out the pig iron from the furnace.

The pig iron had been burned red, and ordinary people would feel very hot even if they were close to it. He held it in his hand, but there seemed to be no reaction at all.

"Is this too burnt?" Jiang Lin asked.

Blacksmith Ma swallowed: "A little...a little bit."

Jiang Lin yelled again, reached in and pulled out a few large pieces of red-hot charcoal.

Malu watched from the side and exclaimed "Wow". Even the woman who heard the sound was so shocked that she couldn't speak when she saw this scene.

Night falls.

In the house, the conversation between the couple came.

"He looks weird. No one would pick out the stove with their hands."

"So he may be stupid, but he is also quite powerful." "You think he won't be harmful to our family, right?"

"What are you thinking about? This guy doesn't look like a bad person."

"What can you tell from your face... Forget it, just think it's okay. I'm not my disciple anyway, so I don't care about you."

In the woodshed, Jiang Lin listened to these words, his heart was like an old well, calm and calm.

The next day, he sat in front of the stove and lit a fire as he had done yesterday.

As soon as Malu was about to blow the bellows, the woman grabbed his ears and drove him away.

Then, the woman glanced at Jiang Lin, then bent down, picked up the fire tongs on the side and put it into his hand.

"Use this to hold things in the future, otherwise you will get burned. I don't care about you."

After saying that, she turned and walked away.

Blacksmith Ma turned around and said with a smile: "Your master's wife is just a mouthful, but don't take her heart seriously."

Jiang Lin looked down at the fire tongs in his hand, and a breath that no one else could see rose from it and flowed into his heart.

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After burning the fire for a period of time, Blacksmith Ma discovered that the apprentice he had picked up out of nowhere was very talented.

Although the charcoal fire is often burned very brightly, the iron pieces taken out are always heated just right.

Using such iron to make farm tools, kitchen knives, etc. is of higher quality than what he made himself.

"Master Ma, your skills are getting better and better. Look how shiny this kitchen knife is!"

Blacksmith Ma chuckled and took the money, then went over and patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder: "Well done, let your wife buy some meat later, and we can have a good meal at night."

Jiang Lin raised his head to look at him, and another breath that others could not see rose from Blacksmith Ma and flowed into Jiang Lin's heart.

Perhaps because Jiang Lin really helped out at the blacksmith shop, during dinner in the evening, Lu Yinghong, the master's wife, took the initiative to pick up a piece of meat for Jiang Lin for the first time.

Blacksmith Ma couldn't help but take another look, and Lu Yinghong immediately glared at him: "What are you looking at? Isn't this just to give him more strength to help you work?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Blacksmith Ma chuckled, not taking it seriously, and then shouted into the back room: "Ma Lu, why don't you come over for dinner?"

"Come on, come on!" Ma Lu ran out of the room in a panic, sat at the table, and glanced at Jiang Lin secretly.

"Stop looking and eat." Lu Yinghong picked up her chopsticks and tapped him on the head.

Two days later, Jiang Lin began to learn training from Blacksmith Ma.

When Jiang Lin picked up the hammer, his movements were very unfamiliar. He looked like a layman, and he didn't look like he was pretending at all.

It's just that his talent is very high, so high that even Blacksmith Ma feels inferior.

No matter what kind of skills, you can learn them once you teach them.

"Have you learned it before?" Blacksmith Ma couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Lin was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

He really couldn't remember. Everything was very familiar, but he didn't know what kind of relationship it had with him.

Blacksmith Ma didn't ask any more questions. In his opinion, these were not important.

At night, Jiang Lin returned to the woodshed as always.

As soon as he lay down, Malu slipped in like a thief.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen." Ma Lu ran over, holding his hands behind his back, and asked: "Where is your candied haws?"

Jiang Lin took out the bunch of candied haws from his pocket. They had shriveled up after so many days.

Malu took it and turned around, not knowing what he was messing with.

After a while, he chuckled and handed the things back: "Look, if you put it in this way, it won't stain your clothes."

In his hand was a bag made up of many rags.

The stitches are crooked and the gaps are big and small. It looks like a novice at first glance.

But Jiang Lin didn't look at the bag, but grabbed his hand.

Malu subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but Jiang Lin was not as strong as he was.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Lin asked.

There were pinpricks of various sizes on several of Malu's fingers, and the blood scabs were not even hard yet.

Malu said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt if you take out the stove with your hands, it doesn't matter to me! Now, here is the bag for you, but you have to put it away and don't let my mother see it. Otherwise, she will blame me for playing around again." ”

"Ma Lu, where did you go again!" Lu Yinghong's shout came.

"Coming, coming!" Ma Lu responded quickly, and told Jiang Lin to put the bag away and don't lose it, and then ran out happily.

"Why are you not sleeping so late at night?"

"I didn't do anything, I went to pee."

"You little brat, how dare you lie? You obviously went to the woodshed! See if I don't slap you!"

"Ah! Dad, save me!"

Listening to the noise coming from the room, Jiang Lin stared at the cloth bag in his hand that was not at all pretty, it could even be said to be ugly.

A trace of breath rose from the bag. He stared at it. After a long time, he stuffed the bag into his arms and lay down.

Early the next morning, an old carpenter came.

Lu Yinghong took the carpenter to the woodshed, and Ma Lu ran to Jiang Lin, grinning: "You know why my mother is looking for the carpenter?"

Jiang Lin shook his head: "I don't know."

"Stupid! Of course I will make a bed for you! Brother Chen, you don’t have to sleep on the floor anymore!"

Blacksmith Ma also turned around and said with a smile: "We will work hard to earn more money and build a hut for you to live in in the spring. This will save you the inconvenience of sleeping in a woodshed."

"Dad, can I sleep in the woodshed?"

"Go and ask your mother if she can whip you."

(End of chapter)