In the end, Pang Maimai picked up more than a dozen pieces of pig iron billets, carried them in the back basket, limped off, and went back with Aunt Xiaohua, who was strong and empty-handed.

The iron billet is seventy or eighty pounds, and the waist can't stand upright, not to mention that the knee still hurts when it moves, and the cold wind is so biting...... Pang Maimai didn't know how he had moved to the back door of Guo Blacksmith's house, which was three or four miles away.

At this moment, she simply misses the modern society where all kinds of evil are in the dark but the tone is still relatively bright, at least, her leg should be considered a work injury, right?

Even if you can't lose much money, you can always rest for a few days, right? The boss always has to give a good face, and I'm embarrassed to continue to exploit it, right?

The cost of employment in ancient times was too low!

Aunt Xiaohua is even more ruthless than Zhou Papi...... Who said that the poor masses and working people are kind!

But it turned out that she still thought of the working people too kindly, and she was driven to carry the pig iron billet back and forth seven times!

And the potential of people is really endless, she actually insisted on it until she returned to Guo Blacksmith's house before fainting.

And the pig iron billet behind her only smashed a few bruises on her body, but she didn't break her ribs......

Of course, she still tasted the consequences later, although she only lay down for a day and two nights, and only missed a day of work, it still laid the foundation for Guo Blacksmith and his wife to find another apprentice in the future.

For the past two days, she had been dreaming intermittently, and it seemed that a powerful man's voice had always resounded in her dream:

“…… Heaven and earth, nurturing all things, said Tao; Unveil the sun and the moon, give birth to the five elements, and say the Tao; …… Straight into Hongmeng and return to Minglu, said the road; Good collection of creation and transcendence of saints, said the Tao...... From nothing, the Tao is ......

The Tao is divided into yin and yang, and all things are born. In this way, our generation has won the creation of heaven and earth.

…………

…… The camp is molded and possessed by its spirit, and it is extraordinary.

…… Because of intention, and extraordinary iron, because of the gods, and enter the holy level, and then merge with the Tao, can be the instrument of the gods......

…… Therefore, the matter of smelting, the most important eye, to the extreme, can be endowed with spirits, this is the way of creating something out of nothing, and it is secretly in line with the way of the first immortal to incarnate all things in heaven and earth.

……”

In his memory, although the words in this dream soul were intermittent, when Pang Maimai woke up, he actually understood the meaning.

It seems to be something about smelting.

It's amazing, it's very illusory, but it makes sense.

She couldn't help but reach out and hold the iron plate on her chest, and found that the iron card was slightly hot.

This kind of thing can't be dreamed of by thinking about it day and night, right? It is clear that it is beyond the level of his own classical Chinese, and it is impossible for him to think about such content.

Could it be that he was really destined to be born to be a blacksmith?

Since then, Pang Maimai has always dreamed of similar content, sometimes he still reiterates like this general outline, sometimes it is similar to some small trick, sometimes it seems to be a fire control technique, and sometimes it is a method to create something......

Most of the time, I don't know what to do.

But even for the sequelae of that thick arm, Pang Maimai never thought of becoming a female blacksmith.

If this is a game, Pang Maimai is willing to try, she is the kind of person who must play a game and a career in life, and she is also very creative on weekdays, but whether it is a plow or a rake, or a kitchen knife, what does it have to do with creating a zào? It's impossible to satisfy a young woman's aesthetics, right?

What's more, this world is so real, cold, hungry, painful, tired, restless, frightened, everything is real, the fact is that she can't move a sledgehammer on her arm, she can only do chores, pull the bellows and burn the fire.

However, her fire is getting better and better, it may be that she unconsciously used the fire control technique she heard in her dream, or it may be that she has a high level of understanding, when to use what fire, how to control the fire, Guo Blacksmith recently feels very handy, it is easy to build anything, in one go, he feels in his heart that it may be his skills have gone to a higher level.

However, they still fired Pang Maimai at the end of the winter, because his relatives finally helped them find a sixteen-year-old boy to apprentice in the next village.

Then the temporary apprentices of Pang Maimai's gender can be laid off.

Pang Maimai didn't know whether he should be happy to finally get rid of the inhumane life of exploitation, or whether he should be sad and sad, he probably won't be able to survive this winter.

She was a little numb and dazed.

In addition to her own backpack, only during the Chinese New Year, Aunt Xiaohua used her torn cotton clothes that she didn't want to change into a cotton jacket that did not block the wind, patches and patches, which were even more shabby than ordinary peasant women's clothes, and she simply entered the class called Hanako.

She walked slowly to the entrance of the village, hesitated for a long time before reaching out her hand, and as a result, the barrier was still there.

The barrier that could hold her back, but not the wind, the biting cold wind rustled her dirty hair and the bare poplar branches around her, ignoring her ragged padded jacket that was too low-grade.

I was trapped in this village, as if I was going to be trapped to death.

When Aunt Xiaohua finally left, she also took five nests for her, if she had ambition, of course she shouldn't have this kind of thing, but Pang Maimai knew that this was likely to be related to whether she could live, so she still took it, and only despised herself for three seconds.

Sure enough, in the face of survival, even dignity has to be dropped.

She walked towards the back of the village in the wind that made her sway.

Behind the village is a mountain, and the back mountain behind Guo's blacksmith's house is a part of this mountain, Pang Maimaimai has explored, and the distance she can go to is a little further up the mountainside, five or six miles away from Guo's blacksmith's house, and she knows that there is a cave there where she can temporarily shelter.

Maybe she was already thinking about a way out of Blacksmith Guo's house.

As for the cold, she was going to steal some hay.

The mountain is more dangerous, there may be a winter beast, although they are limited by the invisible cover, but the beast is likely to be able to come down to forage, her weapon, still only the pig killing knife, fortunately now it is to exercise a strength, if there is really a beast, you might as well fight, maybe luck can turn the other party into food.

By the way, you can also dig some traps.

Wait until spring blooms before thinking about the next step.

Maybe you can open up some barren fields in the mountains yourself?

This is how she began her burrowing career, and on the third day she managed to harvest a large hare in a trap. She was so hungry that she didn't feel bloody at all, so she washed and peeled the hare neatly, and the skin did not give up, and she simply washed, kneaded, and imitated the basic method of tanning leather, and borrowed needles and threads from the villagers she knew, and finally made a pair of short boots with one fur.

The boots should be made bigger, the previous straw shoes have long been torn, although she made straw and tried her best to learn to make a pair of results, but the effect is not good, the weather is getting colder, her feet have been frozen full of frostbite miserable, if the shoes are tight and take off, the flesh and blood will be blurred. Most of the time, her feet are numb, and she even wonders if she is still conscious, and whether she will have to amputate her leg in the future.

Breaking away from her familiar life, survival is terrifyingly difficult, but fortunately, she still survived little by little, until a little new green appeared on the branches of the tree.

That's great! At least you can dig up wild vegetables and eat them!

Hunger was a daily occurrence during this time.

There was now a pile of hay in the cave of Pang Maimai as a cover, and she spent the night in it like a mouse, resisting the bitter cold of winter, and drying this pile of grass when the sun was good, although there were no insects in winter.

There were two small dried fish hanging on the wall, which she had caught by luck yesterday, and she ate two of them and dried two of them, ready to save her life.

There is also a stone pot and a wooden bowl, which she helped a middle-aged widow in the village whose son is not at home to chop wood and carry water for a day's work, so that she can boil the mountain spring water and drink it.

A few days ago, I caught a rabbit again, the skin is drying, and I plan to make a pair of fingerless gloves, although spring has arrived, but it is also a cold spring, not to mention how much can I protect my hands.

In addition, there is a handful of pheasant feathers, a pheasant she caught before, left over from plucking, and is intended to be used as a fan in summer, which is practical and beautiful.

Since we don't know when we will be able to get out of this predicament, of course, we must make use of the resources available to you.

Or to put it another way: since you don't know when you're going to starve or freeze to death, you have to try to live as well as you can while you're alive.

Although she was often hungry, although she was precarious, Pang Maimai still felt that it was much better than in Guo Blacksmith's house, and of course it was better than the pig killer's family, and she regretted why she didn't have such courage earlier.

She found some thorns to cover the hole in, though that might have been of little use to the truly dangerous beast.

She always keeps a fire at night and has a pile of dry wood that is well placed and within her reach to ensure that it is always lit in case of danger.

The pig-killing knife is always placed next to the head when sleeping.

These are her only three means of self-preservation.

Maybe it's useless when you really encounter a beast, and sooner or later you will fill the belly of a certain beast.

However, she didn't expect that the first person to enter her cave was not a beast.

That night, she went to bed very early - in order to save firewood, she almost always went to bed shortly after dark and got up as soon as it was dawn. When I didn't sleep very deeply, I faintly heard the sound of dry thorns being plucked.

She had subconsciously waited for a long time for the dangerous movement under the cover of the night, and when she really waited for this moment, her mind went blank all of a sudden.

Quickly reach for the fire, throw it into the dry wood and light it, then pick up a very thick dry branch and go to the fire to light a simple torch. Intend to rely on this to scare off the invading beasts.

I don't know if it will be useful, judging from the movement of the thorns at the entrance of the cave, it is a big guy.

These behaviors can be completed coherently and quickly, almost all because she is usually familiar with the rehearsal in her mind, in fact, her hands and feet are stiff and shaking.

When she saw the black shadow coming in, she was instantly relieved: it was not a beast, it was a human.

Although she knew intellectually that humans were not necessarily less dangerous than beasts, she was relieved by the habit of human thinking.

Coming in was a man in black who looked slender, looking quite tall, with high hair and some slim clothes, with a slender waist and a straight back like a knife.

It makes people feel threatened.

It's like storing a blade that inadvertently glows coldly under the moon at night.

Strangely, for some reason, his face could not be seen clearly even in the firelight.

It seems to be one with the night.

She just sensed that he was powerful and young...... It's sharp.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, across the fire, staring at her with scorching eyes, and for a moment her hairs stood on end, as if she felt an extreme cold, like falling into an ice cave, this ...... It's a feeling of extreme danger......

Who is this?

Will he hurt himself?

This man is very unusual.

Definitely not ordinary people.

She shuddered, barely managed to calm her shoulders, and told herself to be calmer.

Maybe...... To be polite, maybe the other party will be embarrassed to hurt themselves.

Her mind was blank, her heart was burning with terror, and her body was a little disobedient to the command, but she raised her face and smiled slightly, a professional smile that could not be more polite and polite, releasing only her softness and non-hostility, and nothing to do with any pleasure.

She heard herself say softly, "Where did the guest come from?" The cave is simple and unwelcoming, so please sit down and have a barbecue. Only the tail note trembled slightly, revealing her nervousness and fear.

Except for herself, no one else should be able to hear it.