Wuqinghai Port is an important port located in front of Liancheng City, connecting a vast sea area.
In addition to the city covered by steel, there is a fishing village near the port. About thousands of fishermen live here for generations. During the prosperity, tens of thousands of fishermen lived here. However, as time moved, young people entered the city, and the fishermen also lived.
Less and fewer.
In an inconspicuous place in the fishing village, there is a blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop was opened by a young man from another place four years ago. Nowadays, there are blacksmiths, so I guess they have made a blacksmith. This is the first thing many people think of.
A middle-aged man with bronze skin all over his body and bare-spoken skin was working in a blacksmith shop. The blacksmith shop was thirty square meters, with the front of the iron shop behind him where he lived.
A huge stove was placed in the iron shop, with bellows hanging next to it. Flames in the furnace were rising high, illuminating the simple and narrow room red. A thick layer of white snow was piled up on the ground outside the door, and the cold wind was
The shaking sound was so cold that it was in sharp contrast to the warmth in the house.
The shirtless middle-aged man held iron pliers in his left hand, grabbed a piece of black round iron and placed it on the iron pier, pulled and handed it, flipped and rolled it.
He held a black hammer in his right hand, and swung his arm into a circle every time, and beat the red iron block with all his strength.
"Uncle, uncle..." A childish voice suddenly came from outside.
The hammer in the blacksmith's hand paused, looked up and saw a small figure staggeringly running on the white snow outside, and then staggered under his feet and fell straight into the snow.
My face was buried in the snow and was frozen red.
This is a boy about four or five years old.
"Black egg." The blacksmith raised his head and laughed.
"Uncle Zhuo, my dad asked me to come to you and ask you to have dinner at my house." Heidan quickly got up again. Perhaps because his family was poor since childhood, he did not have the spoiledness of other children, his grin revealed a row of white teeth.
Zhuo Bufan nodded, "Okay, I'll clean up this iron lump when I come back."
After changing his slightly clean clothes, when Zhuo Bufan came out of the room, he found Heidan squatting beside the stove, holding his two cold red hands close to the stove, allowing the flames to warm himself.
Seeing Zhuo Bufan changing his clothes, Hei Dan also stood up, "It's not easy to go fishing in the winter, everyone is very idle at home. My mother cooked a lot of good dishes today, and my father bought good wine."
Two figures, one tall and one short, walked out of the blacksmith shop, stepping on the thick snow, creaking.
"Come on, Uncle Zhuo hug you." Zhuo Bufan picked up the little boy with his hands, "You guy often see me to make a blacksmith, otherwise you will get a blacksmith with me when you grow up."
"No, I don't want it." Hei Dan's head shook like a rattle. "My goal is to be a warrior. Being a warrior can make a lot of money, and you can also kill monsters."
There are warriors sent by Dragon Soul near the fishing village to guard and patrol, but some monsters in the sea occasionally run into the fishing village, and people in the fishing village are often eaten by monsters.
"Being a warrior is very hard, and it may cost you life." Zhuo Bufan smiled.
"I'm not afraid." Hei Dan said, clenching her fist.
"Good like." Zhuo Bufan praised.
This is a very ordinary house. Heidan's father is named Mu Yongsheng and his mother is named Lu Yihong. Both of them have lived in a fishing village since childhood. They naturally got married when they grew up. Although they lived a little poor life, the couple had a harmonious relationship and had a family.
I have a child and have a happy life.
Heidan is called Muxing, and this name is given by Zhuo Bufan.
Four years ago, Mu Yongsheng and Lu Yihong went out to sea to catch fish and encountered a storm. They happened to meet Zhuo Bufan and rescued them. Later, Zhuo Bufan also came to the small fishing village with them and opened an iron shop.
To understand the mystery is not just nature.
There is also life, the vast starry sky, and the vastness of the starry sky is human dreams.
"Brother Zhuo, come and have a drink." Mu Yongsheng poured wine for Zhuo Bufan.
"Brother Zhuo, our fishing village doesn't have many vegetables in winter, and they all make fish, don't dislike it." Lu Yihong also said.
"My sister-in-law makes fish is the best in our fishing village. No matter how much you eat, how can you dislike it?" Zhuo Bufan smiled.
The couple were very grateful to Zhuo Bufan. If Zhuo Bufan had not been buried in the sea four years ago, even the black egg would have disappeared.
Zhuo Bufan is like a rough blacksmith, eating vegetables and drinking. He talks with Mu Yongsheng about the development of the fishing village, and about the number of fish in that area of the sea will increase in spring.
After eating and drinking, Zhuo Bufan returned to the blacksmith shop.
Life is slowly passing by. Heidan would come to the blacksmith shop after school every day. He squatted beside him and concentrate on watching Zhuo Bufan's ironwork. Sometimes he helped Zhuo Bufan pull the bellows so tired that he was sweating profusely. He would have to look for an hour before he would go home.
"Black egg, have a sip of wine?" Zhuo Bufan took the hammer to beat the red iron block.
"No, my dad gets it, I want to beat me up." Heidan said, but picked up a wine gourd next to him and took a sip, his face flushed with choking.
Zhuo Bufan laughed.
Time flies ten years.
The business of the blacksmith shop is very cold, because now iron tools are manufactured in technology, and they are exquisite and fast. In his blacksmith shop, there are only occasionally villagers who come to make a pair of harpoons and repair farm tools.
This day.
There was a man and a woman coming to the fishing village, and both of them were dressed in luxury.
"The road at the entrance of the village is too bad, and you can't even drive in." The woman frowned and complained.
"Don't complain. This time we have to rush to recruit people in Wulan School and pull the students into our school first." A gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses said next to him.
Suddenly, even the continuous sound of wrought iron came into the ears of the two of them. They looked at each other and saw a look of astonishment in each other's eyes.
Both of them are martial arts masters at the level of military generals and teachers from the "Tianfu Academy". This time, they came to this remote fishing village to recruit a student with excellent martial arts talent.
When I heard the sound of iron thundering in my ears for two days, I felt that my whole body was boiling slightly without control.
"Roland, go and take a look." Mo Yang said.
"Go." The woman nodded.
The two followed the sound and walked into a ragged and simple blacksmith shop. The fire was burning. A blacksmith with naked arms was sweating all over his head. He swung the hammer in his hand and kept beating the red iron blocks.
Flat and long, it looks like the shape of a knife.
The left hand clamped the handle of the knife, and kept flipping and stretching. The iron hammer in the right hand continued to be beaten like a storm, causing the iron block to change to the shape he expected.
Dingding-Dangdang-Dingdingdang.
The rhythm of the beating has a wonderful rhythm that ordinary people naturally cannot hear, but Roland and Mo Yang are two warriors, so they naturally hear that the hammer point of the iron beating is extraordinary.
"Just a middle-aged blacksmith?"
"There is no fluctuation of the Yuanli in your body, aren't you a warrior?"
Roland and Mo Yang looked at each other. Did they feel the illusion just now?
"Uncle, where is Mu Xing's home in?" Mo Yang asked still.
Zhuo Bufan, who was pounding iron, stopped his work, and put the tongs in the iron bucket containing water next to him, and the fog was quenching, which was quenching.
"That guy Mu Xing? His house went straight forward and saw a two-story small flat building that was his house." Zhuo Bufan picked up the wine gourd next to him, took a sip of the wine and said.
"Thank you uncle." Mo Yang and Roland said goodbye and left.