A crisp sound of blows came from the blacksmith shop.
After the routine practice in the morning, Sun Huo, in addition to making potions as required, waited until noon before delivering lunch to Sun Yuan and several other guys.
After that, in the afternoon, Sun Huo stayed in the shop to work. Occasionally he would run errands and hand things over in the front hall, and more often he would work in the back hall and learn some blacksmithing.
Sun Yuan originally didn't want to bring Sun Huo into this industry, but later he thought that the great strength he practiced was also good at strength, so asking him to help him could be considered a good way to assist.
The most indispensable thing in the blacksmith shop is pig iron. There are some leftovers sent by customers themselves to order, some that are so damaged that the original shape cannot be seen, and some pig iron purchased by Sun Yuan himself. They are piled together in a mess at the back.
In the corners of the hall, there is no distinction between good and bad.
Every time it was made, either the selection of materials was too time-consuming, or the suitable ones could not be found, making it even more labor-intensive. Seeing this, Sun Yuan planned to let Sun Huo do the sorting chores first.
"Look, the fracture of this piece of iron material feels rough to the touch, and the edges are also irregular. Look at this place again, there are some pores on it. If you knock it, you can hear the sounds they make.
Dull. These are some of the characteristics of pig iron."
"The characteristics of wrought iron after forging are generally opposite. If you handle it more in the future, you may be able to judge how raw it is."
After being taught some identification tips, Sun Huo was sent to work as a porter.
The weight of the pig iron block ranges from a few kilograms to tens or hundreds of kilograms. Even if a normal person carries it in a day, he will not be able to straighten his back.
Faced with this somewhat inhumane order, Sun Huo didn't make any excuses and silently picked up the small pieces. Sun Yuan also specifically asked other workers not to help him, and he had to sort all the iron pieces alone.
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From the moment he fell asleep in bed on the first day, and gradually adapted little by little, Sun Huo's strength increased unknowingly. From a few dozen yuan at the beginning, to more than a hundred yuan later.
The originally large pile of iron blocks was slowly reduced and divided into about ten different categories, saving Sun Yuan a lot of time in casting.
On this day, Sun Huo moved away the last piece of iron. No matter what new piece was added, he would be able to return it in time.
He came to his father and asked him what he wanted to do next.
According to Sun Yuan's original estimate, the pile of iron lumps would take more than half a year to work on, but now it has been completed in just over half a year. It seems that Sun Huo's qualifications are better than expected.
In this case, it is even more important to plan carefully so as not to bury his son's talent. While thinking about it, Sun Yuan gave Sun Huo a free day to rest and relax.
After leaving the door of the blacksmith shop, Sun Huo's eyes were a little confused, and then he seemed to think of something again and ran away.
After burning the incense, Sun Huo stood in front of a magnificent house, looking at the brand new red lacquer door in a daze, and a trace of the smell of lacquer penetrated his nostrils.
Apparently, the abandoned house had changed owners at some point and had been renovated and renovated. Judging from the smell of paint, it was only completed in the past few days.
Sun Huo's eyes were a little astringent. He raised his left hand, touched the green bracelet on his wrist, turned around and walked away step by step.
The next day, when Sun Huo came to the shop as usual, Sun Yuan didn't say much. He just led him to the back door, pointed to the pile of firewood in the shed, and then went back to continue blacksmithing. p>
Looking at the pile of wood in front of him that was taller than himself, his father's meaning couldn't be clearer. From now on, he will be responsible for all the firewood in the shop.
The furnace in the blacksmith shop is never extinguished from the beginning of the day until the end of the day. Moreover, blacksmithing requires constant high temperatures, unusual cooking and water boiling, and the daily consumption of wood is even more conceivable.<
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Split the wood into moderately sized pieces so that it can burn stably and fully release the heat.
No different than sorting iron materials, this is a long-term job. As long as the shop is open for one day, it has to be supplied every day.
Sun Huo took a deep breath, walked over, grabbed the ax handle on the wooden stake with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength, taking himself back two or three steps.
After calming down, he picked up a smaller piece of wood and began his day of chopping wood.
In the future, Sun Yuan only came out to see it a few times. Seeing that there was no problem, he asked for the size of the wood blocks to be chopped, and he never asked about it again.
But once, in front of Sun Huo, he picked up a piece of wood that had just been chopped and looked at Sun Huo deeply.
Then he grabbed the thick wooden section of the man's leg with both hands, inserted his fingers into the split, took a deep breath, and tore it violently.
With a slightly harsh "sizzling" sound, the whole piece of wood was torn in half by Sun Yuan. His face was not red and he was out of breath, and he threw the two pieces of wood at Sun Huo's feet.<
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Seeing this scene, Sun Huo's little heart beat wildly, looking dumbfounded in disbelief.
At this moment, Sun Huo realized that the gap between himself and his father was so big. Let’s not talk about other aspects. This kind of huge power alone, according to his father, is only five or six points of fire. If it is completely achieved, what will happen?
What is the scene like?
Two years have passed in a hurry.
Sun Huo has also changed a lot. Not only has he become much stronger, but he is also taller than other children of the same age.
Even Sun Yuan was greatly surprised by Sun Huo's sudden change of temper. His routine practice every morning changed from the previous lack of sloppiness and distraction, and he even practiced for an extra half an hour.
Every once in a while, he would ask Sun Yuan to spar with him, and his fists and kicks actually showed some decisiveness. But after all, he was still young, and he would be beaten to the ground by Sun Yuan every time before he gave up.
Give it up.
Seeing Sun Huo's hard work made Yilan, as her mother, feel very distressed. As the pain gradually increased, Sun Huo would inevitably have skin injuries on his body, but he just focused on practicing without saying a word.
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It doesn’t matter if there are common damages in the daily changing of clothes. Sewing and mending is also a woman’s daily needlework. Only the blood stains are looming, which shows how patient the child is.
On weekdays, he is no longer willing to scold him, but more often advises him to take rest and protect his body, and not to seek too much success. Privately, he often blames Sun Yuan for not knowing how to cherish his children and training Sun Huo so strictly.<
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Sun Yuan saw this in his eyes, but he was very happy in his heart. His son is so diligent in martial arts, and he may not be able to show off his talents and prosper the Sun family again in the future. I just hope that he will not be like himself in the future and have other biases.
I like it and have a bright future.
He was even more attentive in giving guidance on martial arts. He even taught Sun Huo step by step all the techniques he knew.
This day, on the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival, is also a good day with crisp autumn air. Every household is buying goods in order to offer sacrifices to gods and ancestors. In wealthy families, there are even more grand arrangements, and feasts are held to pray for longevity.
Sun's family was small, so he followed the secular customs and kept simplicity. At about the same time, Sun Huo left the house carrying his food box as usual.
When we first reached the alley, a beggar in ragged clothes, hunched over and holding a bamboo pole, was walking tremblingly past his eyes. His messy hair was spread out, covering half of his face. The other half of his face was covered.
But it's dirty, and if you look closely, you can see cracked lips.
The rags he was wearing exuded an inexplicable stench, causing everyone nearby to stay away. Occasionally, naughty children would pick up stones from the ground and throw them at him from a distance.<
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At this time, Sun Huo saw that his way was blocked and couldn't bear the smell. He quickly took a few steps back into the alley and slapped his hands in front of his eyes.
At this time, a strong wind blew by. A sweet fragrance, followed by a stench, hit him head-on. Unprepared, it got into Sun Huo's nostrils.
Suddenly, Sun Huo felt his hands and feet go numb, and his mind was spinning. The moment he finally regained consciousness, he only saw the beggar facing him at some point, with a strange and sinister smile on his face, and then he collapsed on the ground and fell unconscious.
The beggar quickly glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention. His back was steep and he ducked into the alley. He picked up Sun Huo on the ground, jumped up and disappeared into the depths of the alley.< /p>
At the same time, in front of the blacksmith shop gate.
A tall, beautiful woman was looking up at the broken shop sign.
I saw the beautiful woman wearing a pink lily skirt with gold floral flowers, revealing a pair of slender lotus-colored jade arms. In one hand, she gently held a carved ebony copper pipe, and her moist cherry mouth was lightly puffing. With wisps of smoke.
The collar was half open, and a hint of snow-white spring color was looming on the chest, which made all the men passing by swallow their saliva. Some hurriedly passed by with their faces covered, some sneaked around and took a look, and some even lost their minds after looking at it. Hit a roadside pillar.
A pair of eyes, charming and flowing, as if they are telling people their endless love.
The beautiful woman stood in front of the door like no one else for a long time, but no one dared to go up and strike up a conversation.
It wasn't until the pot of tobacco seemed to be almost smoked that he twisted his waist slightly and walked into the shop step by step.
"Man, is the shopkeeper here?"
A pleasant female voice passed softly to the ears of everyone in the front hall. In an instant, all the people in the room fell silent.
Both the guest and the waiter were stunned for a moment. Seeing this, the beautiful woman chuckled softly. She walked up to a waiter, blew out a puff of smoke into the idiot's face, and said softly, "Dude ,Is the shopkeeper here?"
The cigarette rod in his hand was knocked on the long table casually.
There was a crisp "clang" sound, and a hoe was placed exactly where the cigarette rod was knocked down. When the cigarette rod was lifted up, a pit was dented on the surface of the hoe.
When the surrounding customers saw this, they put down their utensils and ran out of the shop door. Only two frightened waiters were left in the front hall.