Zhang Yuan picked up the blacksmith's hammer placed next to him and smashed it against the burnt red iron billet on the table.

The moment the hammer touched the iron billet, a voice came from Zhang Yuan's mind.

It's not the sound of metal crashing!!

"The system was activated successfully.

Verify the identity of the host.

Host authentication succeeded.

The system is being bound.

The system is bound successfully. ”

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned by the voice in his head.

But soon after reading many time-traveling novels, he reacted and realized that this is the most powerful golden finger of the universe's invincible, commonly known as the system.

"Aha

Zhang Yuan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and began to meditate in his mind.

"The system comes out, the system comes out."

After chanting silently several times, there was no reaction, and then Zhang Yuan tried many spells such as Alibaba, Sesame Open Door, and Little Rabbit Obediently, but there was still no movement.

In the end, I was in a hurry and shouted.

"Ollie gives."

Aside from causing the blacksmiths next to him to look at him like fools, there was apparently no other movement.

Zhang Yuan recalled the sound that appeared when he tapped the iron billet just now, so he picked up the blacksmith's hammer and hit the iron billet again.

This time there was no sound, a few columns of text appeared in my head, and there was a progress bar.

"How Steel is Made: How to Sell Iron: The Number of Strikes on Metal with a Blacksmith's Hammer (1 Percent)

Reward for completing the task: Filling steel and a random reward. ”

Steel-filled method?

This Zhang Yuan still knows, but he only knows the name, but he doesn't know how to operate it.

According to his cognition, this era should be with steelmaking technology, and Zhang Yuan's expectations for the steel-filling method have dropped a lot at once.

However, this random reward is quite tempting.

"My identity as the chosen son is here, maybe this random reward is, eh, hey, hey."

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but think of the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family who had just come to inspect the workshop, and the whole person fell into a state of obscenity, and the movements of her hands became faster and faster.

After these iron pieces with a raised surface were heated and burned red on the stove next to them, Zhang Yuan only needed to knock them three or four times to make them smooth.

Because he thought that he still had to give priority to the task given to him by Steward Li, Zhang Yuan had the desire to quickly complete the task by directly tapping a hundred times on a piece of iron billet.

His body is indeed a little thinner, if it weren't for the constantly beating progress bar in his mind, Zhang Yuan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it for long, and he would have to stop and rest for a while.

"Ding, the task is completed, get a copy of the steel filling method and a copy of the Quyuan plow drawing."

Zhang Yuan's hand, which happened to be raised in mid-air, obviously stagnated for a while, and Qu Yuan ploughed ......

"God, it's not enough for you to force me to strike iron, do you want to force me to farm?

I want to live a life of luxury, not hard work in a blacksmith shop and in the fields. ”

What makes Zhang Yuan desperate is not only the loss of the fantasy beauty's rights and money, but also the next task that appears with the completion of the previous task.

"How Steel Is Made: The Number of Strikes on Metal with a Blacksmith's Hammer (0 parts per thousand)

Reward for completing the mission: Water Drain Blower Method technique and detailed explanation of drawings. ”

Zhang Yuan is very familiar with the blast, he has been doing this for three months, and now the manpower is still used in this workshop.

"If this water row blows out, I don't have to blow air on the side of the blast furnace."

Zhang Yuan grinned, as if he had forgotten that he was already doing the work of a blacksmith, and the manpower blower or something had left him.

Also quickly forgotten are the steel filling method and the curved plough blueprint that the system had just rewarded him.

After all, he has lived in this era for three months, and what Zhang Yuan knows best is his identity, just a slave of the Zhuo family.

If you don't have any chance, it's best to do your job honestly, and wait for a suitable opportunity to present this steel filling method, no matter what, you have to eliminate your servitude status, and you have to climb up a class to become a commoner.

Although the etiquette at this time is not as strict as in the Ming and Qing dynasties, if he goes to Zhuo Wangsun, the head of the Zhuo family, and says that he has made some new discoveries, it is estimated that Zhuo Wangsun will let people drag him out and beat him to death.

"It's really troublesome."

Zhang Yuan sighed and continued to tap the remaining iron billets.

As the sound of the surrounding jingling bells gradually decreased, the rain slowly stopped, and Zhang Yuan was left alone in the entire mansion still beating the iron billet, and the other blacksmiths should have gone back to rest after work.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Zhang Yuan wiped the sweat on his forehead, stretched his unusually sore right arm, and hit the last piece of iron billet three times in a row, finally completing the task assigned to him by Steward Li.

After doing all this, Zhang Yuan relied on the last bit of strength in his body to move those boxy iron billets to the side of the frame car.

He clapped his hands, picked up the coarse cloth on the side, wiped his face clean, and then began to walk towards the account room in the workshop.

Walking outside the door of the account room, there was the sound of Steward Li talking to a woman, Zhang Yuan listened carefully, and only then did he hear that this woman was Zhuo Wenjun, the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family who came to the workshop to inspect at noon.

Hearing that there was no fierce quarrel in the accounting room, Zhang Yuan thought about it and knocked on the door twice.

"Who's outside the door?"

It was the voice of Steward Lee.

"Steward Li, I'm Zhang Yuan, and all the iron billets you asked me to shape have been made."

"It's Ah Yuan, you go back there first and wait, I'll go over and have a look right away."

"Whoa."

Zhang Yuan, who finished his work, was extremely relaxed, and when he passed by the yard where he had been working before, his heart was very happy. I think it's a person who has touched a blacksmith's hammer, although he is still a slave, but he is still a lot better than these people who still do odd jobs.

Along the way, Zhang Yuan has gained a lot of jealousy, envy and hatred.

didn't let Zhang Yuan wait long, it was basically the time difference between the front and back feet, and Steward Li came over. He was also accompanied by the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family, who was stunning in appearance and temperament, and several maidservants.

Steward Li saw that the iron billets had been moved to the shelves by Zhang Yuan, and the yards on the car were neatly stacked, and he suddenly looked up to this young man who was not at all conspicuous before.

Zhang Yuan and their slaves have no wages, and the Zhuo family just let them eat two meals a day, so no matter who Steward Li instructs to do, everyone just finishes what he tells him, and no one touches what he doesn't order, and it is not common for a sensible slave like Zhang Yuan to do it.

"Mmmm, very good, Ah Yuan, you did a good job, you will follow Blacksmith Zhao as an apprentice from tomorrow."

Steward Li felt very satisfied, so he let Zhang Yuan become an apprentice blacksmith.

From a small guy doing odd jobs to a blacksmith apprentice all of a sudden, Zhang Yuan felt that his whole person's compulsion had improved a lot all of a sudden.

Zhang Yuan was about to say a few words of sycophancy, lick Steward Li, so that he could live more comfortably in the future, but this Zhuo Wenjun directly snuffed out his opportunity.

"Uncle Li, the Wang family's batch of iron billets has all been completed, right?"

"Miss, it's all finished, and the rest are being loaded outside."

Zhuo Wenjun nodded slightly.

"Okay, this time, Wen Jun will go to the Wang family's blacksmith shop with Uncle Li to hand over, and the things that my father has to do are always done carefully."

"Okay, Miss, please wait outside the workshop first, and I'll urge them."

After Steward Li finished speaking, Zhuo Wenjun walked out surrounded by maidservants.

Zhang Yuan didn't catch the opportunity to pat himself on the back until this time.

"Steward Li, it's you who lost today, otherwise the Wang family's batch of goods would definitely not be able to be made in a hurry."

Steward Li looked at Zhuo Wenjun's distant back, touched his beard and smiled.

"That is, if you really want this little girl to insert a piece into the workshop, how can it be possible to make such a large batch of iron billets."

Steward Li turned his head to stare at Zhang Yuan, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Yuan's shoulder.

"Ah Yuan, you will listen to me in the future, I have no children under my knees, as long as you listen to me honestly, it is not impossible for me to take my position as the manager of this workshop in the future."

"That's that, kid will only listen to you in the future."

Steward Li was very satisfied, and today he not only completed such an urgent order, but also subdued a young man who looked at him as his head.

"You go to the backyard to lead the cow, bolt it to this rack car, and you will escort this cart of iron billets."

"Okay, Uncle Li."

In order to draw in the relationship with Steward Li, Zhang Yuan learned from Zhuo Wenjun and shouted Uncle Li to Steward Li.