Chapter 2 Tang Hao wakes up, Tang San learns the hammer
Chapter 2 Tang Hao wakes up, Tang San learns hammer
Author: Pigeon
Chapter 2 Tang Hao wakes up, Tang San learns hammer
"What's the matter?" Tang Tang looked up at his father without fear, his tone as cold as a stranger's.
"Prepare my food tonight too." Tang Hao looked down at the little one and said it like an order.
Tang Tang sneered and didn't want to pay attention to this bad guy, so he turned around and left.
Tang Hao frowned and lifted Tangtang back by her back collar.
"answer."
"I don't. It would be nice to have some porridge for you." Tang Tang tried his best to punch and kick while hanging in the air, but couldn't touch Tang Hao at all, so he had to stop and said angrily.
"I have raised you so much, and you are wronged by asking you to cook for me?" Tang Hao thought about his actions in the past few years and felt a little guilty, but his mouth was still cold.
"What are you raising me for? Do you feed me or clothe me?" Tang Tang sneered and began to shake restlessly, "Let go and let me go - brother!"
Tang San, who had started preparing dinner early in the morning, ran out of the kitchen when he heard the sound. Seeing Tang Hao lifting Tang Tang so high, he suddenly panicked and raised his hand to hook Tang Hao's arm and tried to push it down.
"Dad, don't be angry. Put your sister down first. She is still young. If she accidentally falls, something will happen."
Tang Hao looked at Tang Tangnai's fierce eyes and let out a laugh from his throat, but he still put her down.
Tang San immediately hugged Tang Tang, who was all weak and weak, and carefully stood in front of Tang Hao.
Tang San asked: "Dad, what do you want to ask your sister?"
Tang Hao looked at the two faces that looked exactly like A Yin and looked at him warily and awkwardly. The wound in his heart ached for a while, and his face became even colder.
"What are you asking? You two brats don't call you daddy every day when you eat, so why are you asking me?"
Seeing the coldness in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang San pursed his lips, a rare dissatisfaction rising in his heart.
In the previous life, he was just an orphan, looking for family affection in the killer sect but not being able to get it; in this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he had a family member.
That's what he thought.
However, there is no harm without comparison.
When my sister was working hard for the family, my father was lying at home doing nothing; when my sister was working hard to save money in order to make new clothes for three people in the New Year and add food to the family, my father spent all the money he earned from blacksmithing to buy ale.
At this time, Tang San felt even more uncomfortable.
He thought it was enough to have someone he could call his father.
But when his sister took him to play with other children in the village, and saw the other children's fathers protecting and disciplining their children, Tang San saw Tang Tang's envious eyes. He suddenly realized that he was also envious.
He wants a dad, and a good dad.
Tang San lowered his head and did not look at Tang Hao's expression, and said calmly: "Dad, since we were four years old, you have never bought us clothes or cooked a meal for us. The little land at home is owned by me and
My sister is plowing, we are picking up the firewood, we are making the clothes, and even the wine you buy has our money."
Tang Hao fell silent, as if he had been awakened by a basin of cold water.
In the past three years, he endured his grief and insisted on taking care of his two children. However, seeing the facial features of his two children becoming more and more similar to his deceased wife, he was heartbroken and chose to escape.
He escaped from grief and regret for three years and neglected his two children for three years.
The expressions on the two almost identical little faces in front of him were also completely unfamiliar. Tang Hao's throat was slightly choked, as if he saw Ah Yin looking at him with such strangeness.
"After dinner, mistress, come and see me." Tang Hao said this without thinking, no longer worrying about dinner, and went back to his room.
Watching Tang Hao leave, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and grabbed his sister's hand with concern, looking up and down worriedly.
The courage to confront Tang Hao at the beginning cooled down, and Tang Tang's whole body softened into a noodle.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
Tang San hugged his sister tightly, patted her back clumsily and tenderly, and let his few clothes get wet with his tears.
"Tangtang, good boy, don't be afraid. Although daddy doesn't do well, he is still very fierce, but he won't beat us. Don't be afraid, okay? We haven't had dinner yet. If we cry again, our porridge will be boiled."
—The food hasn’t come out yet.”
Tang Tang's stomach growled, but she hadn't cried enough yet.
She chose to let Tang San lead her to cook.
With long-term cooperation and the twins' tacit understanding, the two of them were no different from each other in the kitchen, and they quickly finished a dinner.
Leaving a small amount of firewood in the stove to warm the remaining white porridge, Tang San covered Tang Tang with a quilt and then came to Tang Hao's room.
"Dad, what do you want from me? I have porridge left for you in the kitchen." Opening the door, Tang San unexpectedly saw Tang Hao standing by the small window, staring into the distance.
"Coming?" Tang Hao was interrupted from his thoughts, but he was not dissatisfied. He led Tang San to the forging furnace in the hall, "Come with me, I will teach you a technique for forging iron."
With that said, he lit the fire and started to turn up the bellows.
"Casting iron is actually a process in which iron blocks are forged with a hammer to expel pig iron impurities. Ordinary blacksmiths will only hammer forge with all their strength. Although this can give full play to their own strength, the rebound force will also cause a large load on themselves.
, if it cannot be alleviated, it will greatly shorten the blacksmith's career."
"At the same time, beating with only brute force without reasonable guidance will also cause part of the strength to be lost under the same circumstances, reducing the efficiency of hammer forging. Come and pull the bellows."
With a few simple explanations, Tang Hao pinched a piece of pig iron, and as the bellows pulled, the pig iron slowly burned hot and red.
Tang Hao took a deep breath and slammed down the hammer in his hand.
When the hammer bounced high due to the rebound force, Tang Hao's body also rotated to relieve the force. When the hammer reached the highest point, Tang Hao took advantage of the situation and swung it down hard. One hammer was faster than the other, and the other was heavier.
With one hammer, the iron block quickly became smaller and darker under the strong and even knock.
Tang San's eyes lit up, and he kept moving his hands, staring closely at Tang Hao's movements, trying hard to carve this method of forging iron into his heart.
In the blink of an eye, the thirty-six hammers were swung, and Tang Hao stood up with his strength, his face was not red and he was not out of breath. The iron block in front of him shrank visibly to the naked eye, and almost all the impurities visible to the naked eye were forged out.
"Remember? If you want to be as good as me, practice makes perfect. Practice slowly by yourself. After you learn it, if Tangtang wants to learn, you can leave it to her."
The casting hammer was handed to Tang San, and Tang Hao turned around and returned to the room.
Three days passed quickly. After breakfast, Tang San led Tang Tang to the Wuhun Hall in the center of the village. Of course, the Wuhun Hall here was just a larger wooden house, used only for the awakening of the Wuhun.
