I'm sorry for being a little late. I've been feeling really bad recently. My stomach is a little bit better and I'm coughing again. Everyone should pay attention to their health.
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After listening to Tang San's words, the big man's expression immediately softened. He was both from a poor background, and he immediately felt sympathy in his heart. What's more, this child is still studying at Notting College. The big man simply said: "Okay. If you are willing to come,
Then come on. You can do some odd jobs for us, serving tea and water. However, the salary won’t be too high, but you’ll have enough to eat. How about that?”
"Okay, no problem." Tang San was overjoyed and quickly agreed.
The blacksmiths all smiled kindly at Tang San. The big man glared at everyone and said, "What are you looking at? You don't have to work. Hurry up and I'll treat you all to ale tonight."
After listening to the big man's words, the blacksmiths suddenly became more energetic and picked up their hammers one by one and continued their work.
The big man raised the casting hammer in his hand, and while forging the pig iron in front of him, he said to Tang San: "My name is Shi San, Shi Shi, you can call me Uncle San. This blacksmith shop is passed down from my family. From now on, you can come to me
I work here, and I’ll cover lunch and dinner every day. I’ll give you ten copper soul coins, which is one silver soul coin. If the results are good, I’ll give you a little more. Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”
"Uncle Third, my name is Tang San."
"Tang San? Haha, okay, we both have three characters in our names, it seems we are really destined. Which village are you from?"
Tang San said: "I come from Holy Soul Village."
Shi Sandao: "You just said that you learned to be a blacksmith from your father when you were a child. You are so young, what can your father teach you?"
Tang San said: "Of course it's cast, Third Uncle, don't think I'm small, but I'm strong, I can cast pig iron without any problem."
Shi San burst out laughing, "Brothers, our new guy said he can also cast. Do you believe it?"
The blacksmiths also burst into laughter. Tang San looked like he was only six or seven years old. He had grown taller after getting his first spirit ring. From the looks of it, who could believe that he could cast?
It's always a bad feeling to be underestimated. Tang San said: "Uncle Third, I can really cast. If you don't believe me, just let me try."
Shi San stopped what he was doing and leaned the casting hammer on the ground, "Let's do this. If you can handle my hammer, I will believe you." As he said that, he handed the hammer handle to Tang San. Because the hammer
With his head in contact with the ground, he wasn't afraid of being hit if Tang San couldn't lift it.
"Uncle Third, you are removing impurities from this piece of pig iron. I will help you finish it." Tang San took the handle of the casting hammer from Shi San.
Shi San was born with supernatural power, and the casting hammer he used was obviously larger than the others, about half a foot taller than Tang San. At this time, he became the focus of the entire blacksmith shop, and all the blacksmiths
Looking at him, they all had funny expressions on their faces. However, they soon stopped laughing, because Tang San had already raised the casting hammer, and he was raising it straight in front of him.
It was 30% heavier than an ordinary casting hammer. As soon as the casting hammer lifted off the ground, Tang San made a judgment. Although it was a bit heavier, it was still barely usable even before he got the spirit ring, let alone now.
Seeing Tang San slowly lift the casting hammer, Shi San also widened his eyes and exclaimed, "What a strength, he is worthy of being the son of our blacksmith."
Tang San stared at the pig iron on the stove with burning eyes, exhaled loudly, and violently swung Shi San's casting hammer.
"Hey."
The soles of his feet were firmly pressed against the ground, his calves suddenly exerted force, and the power was uploaded. Tang San's body turned halfway, and the huge casting hammer swung a full circle diagonally in the air, hitting the piece of pig iron hard.
There was a loud clang, which turned the smiles of all the blacksmiths into astonishment. Then, as the hammer rebounded, Tang San quickly turned around and swung the hammer in his hand again. There was another loud noise, and the hammer was stronger than the hammer.
The previous one fell heavier on the red-hot pig iron.
"Uncle Third, please help me pull the bellows. The temperature is not enough." Tang San said quickly, and his third hammer was swinging again. This time, the casting hammer moved faster, making a whine of wind.
Shi San was also an old blacksmith, so he naturally understood the consequences of insufficient temperature, so he hurriedly squatted aside and turned on the bellows.
The next scene will be unforgettable for the blacksmiths present. The heavy casting hammer seemed to come alive in Tang San's hands, and circles were drawn in the air one after another, full of rhythm, like the sound of *'s percussion being staged in the blacksmith shop.
None of them noticed that Tang San's hands had become as white as jade, and with the sound of clanking, the piece of pig iron kept beating under the casting hammer.
While Shi San was pulling the bellows with all his strength, he was staring closely at Tang San who was beating him. His eyes could no longer be described as surprised.
The other blacksmiths all knew how heavy Shi San's hammer was, so they naturally knew how difficult it was to strike continuously. Especially when each hammer was heavier than the last hammer like Tang San's, it was even more difficult.
When the final hammering was completed, Tang San took the casting hammer and spun it around twice in a row, dissipating the momentum on the hammer. The sledgehammer pointed downwards and landed on the ground again, making the blacksmith shop and the blacksmiths' hearts tremble.
I was shocked at the same time.
Twenty-seven hammers, a total of twenty-seven hammers struck continuously. The shape of the piece of pig iron that Shi San had forged before did not change at all, but the overall shape shrank by a circle.
What Tang San could do, Shi San could do it himself, but it would take a whole day. You know, Shi San has officially become a blacksmith for fifteen years.
Looking at Tang San, who was panting slightly and sweating on his forehead, Shi San stuttered: "Is this, is this the random cloak hammering technique? The strongest continuous casting technique among blacksmithing techniques?"
"Chaos Cloak Hammering Technique? What is that?" Tang San asked doubtfully.
Shi San's cheeks were already flushed with excitement, "The so-called random cloak hammering method is a method of continuous hammering and casting. With the help of force, we can perfectly bring out the power of our blacksmiths. It is said that the most powerful blacksmiths can
I swung eighty-one hammers in a row to directly shape a piece of pig iron into what I wanted. The most important thing is that the random cloak hammering method is the most powerful casting technique to remove metal impurities. I thought it had been lost long ago, but I didn’t expect it.