Uncle Meng pulled Meng Wa away, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the slightly rickety back looked a little gloomy.

After a lifetime of farm work, my ancestors have also resisted hoeing for generations, and my family will always be tea and coarse grains. Perhaps, the only valuable thing in his family is those two hoes.

Fortunately, one of them will never be used from now on.

Lin Cheng's forging, even if it uses the most ordinary raw iron and the most ordinary flame, can be beaten by him a thousand times, it is already indestructible and will never decay.

On the second day, Wei Lu also came and took away the arrows, and after leaving a little bit of silver, he also left.

The sun and moon rose and set as usual, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Cheng had been coming to Wutong Village for ten years.

Ten years is a long process for mortals, and the same has changed a lot.

In the past ten years, four new lives have been born in Wutong Village, and four old people have left, just like the cycle of life and death, there is life and death.

There are back and forth, who knows where the four departed old men are reincarnated, and who knows where the four new children come from?

The universe controls everything, or rather, runs everything, and drives everything. It's like the life and death of mortals have long been predestined, and from birth, they are destined to die and go to reincarnation.

Wei Lu got married, married to another Orion family in Wutong Village, and the lucky boy was called Lu Hu, a strong and bold boy.

Maybe it's because of his similar personality to Wei Zhang that he was favored by Wei Zhang.

As for Lin Cheng, he rejected Wei Lu again and again. In the end, two years ago, Wei Lu finally gave up, or died.

Since then, Lin Cheng has never seen Weilu again.

Lu Hu's home is in the west of Wutong Village, next to the mountain, while Lin Cheng's house is in the east.

Lin Cheng's appearance has also changed, he is no longer as beautiful as he was back then, and now he has some beards, and Yanran has become an uncle, but he is a well-known uncle.

His iron-striking skills have been recognized by all the villagers of Wutong Village, no matter who has fought with him in the farming tools and hunting tools, there has never been a broken one, although it is not a blow and a broken hair, but it is indestructible.

Mengwa's hoe, ten years, has not had a gap.

The arrowheads and spear heads of the Wei Zhang's family are only missing, and they have never been worn.

Lincheng's iron-striking technology has spread all over the country, and even in the market town, many dignitaries and dignitaries sometimes come to Wutong Village to ask for an iron tool. Even farther away in the city, the guards stationed in a city have come to Wutong Village and asked for a sword.

Many people persuaded Lin Cheng to move to the market town, but Lin Cheng just smiled and shook his head.

For this reason, the villagers of Wutong Village have become more and more different towards Lin Cheng.

"Uncle Mo, can I learn to strike iron with you when I grow up?"

This is a child of six or seven, a child born in the past ten years, called Wei Long, Wei Zhang's child, and Wei Lu's younger brother.

In the mortal world, although there are not many children born in their forties and fifties, it is not impossible. Wei Zhang's middle-aged son is very fond of Wei Long, and even the name given to him uses the word dragon.

Dragon, in Mi Haixing is also a legend, no one has ever seen it, but there is such a legend circulating.

The dragon, born as a fairy god, soars through the clouds and fog, flies to the sky and the earth, can do anything, can do anything, and legend has it that he is also a god who protects the earth.

can imagine what Wei Zhang's expectations are for his child to be named this name.

It stands to reason that Wei Long should be called Brother Lin Cheng, after all, he is from his sister's generation. But because Lin Cheng has not married, has not given birth to children, and is thirty years old, it seems that the vicissitudes of life are tight, no matter whose children are, they call Lin Cheng uncle, Uncle Mo.

Their elders also let it go, after all, their uncles are more respected than their elder brothers.

Lin Cheng's iron-striking skills are famous far and wide, and they also make Wutong Village famous, and even some old people of the older generation no longer call him a boy.

"If you really want to learn, I'll teach you."

Lin Cheng smiled and looked at this chubby little boy dressed in thick animal skin.

"Well, I want to learn, I want to be as powerful as Uncle Mo when I grow up, and everyone respects Uncle Mo."

Wei Long clenched his fleshy fist, and his round little head nodded vigorously.

Lin Cheng looked at him with some amusement, but after a while, he said seriously: "After five years, if you still want to learn, then come to me and I will teach you."

"Okay, Uncle Mo, you wait, I'll go home and eat the meat hard, and then grow strong. You can't go back when the time comes. Wei Long ripped the corners of his mouth, revealing a tooth missing a hole, and smiled happily.

"No repentance." Lin Cheng smiled.

Wei Long seemed to have made some great promise, and he ran towards his own home, but the fleshy appearance was like a small round ball, rolling on the ground.

Seeing that, Lin Cheng pulled the corners of his mouth again.

Ten years have passed since the blacksmith shop, but the heavy snow last night added a snowy frost to the roof of the blacksmith.

When night fell, the clouds were thick, and on the winter night, the Wutong Village was as snowflakes as ever.

Falling down one by one, it became bigger and bigger, and the cold also invaded, and the people of Wutong Village closed their doors and windows, and the stove fire was raised.

And the blacksmith shop, only the light and heat of the fire, exuding a trace of warmth. The cold wind howled, mixed with many snowflakes, blowing on the ironware hanging in the blacksmith's shop, making the sound of jingling bells and jingling bells, endlessly, like the sound of hammering only in the daytime.

The snow fell so heavily that the entire Wutong Village was covered with a thick layer of edelweiss, and the roofs on the ground were all white.

Wrapped in silver.

Early in the morning, the snow stopped, a ray of sunlight lifted the clouds, glanced at Wutong Village, and closed again.

A scream also crossed the sky and spread to every corner of Wutong Village.

Aunt Wu, who went out to pick up snow, found a person, to be precise, a person who was half covered in snow and covered in blood.

He guarded the garment on his chest with one hand, and held the broken sword tightly with the other.

When Lin Cheng saw him, he was already dying, his whole body was stiff, and he could barely feel his breathing.

He was lifted open, revealing the protective object on his chest.

A child, a one- or two-year-old child, was tightly protected by him on his chest, and with his almost non-existent warmth, he gave that child hope for life.

The village school gentleman knows a little bit of medical skills, but he still can't save that person.

His chest was pierced by a sword, and the blood in his body froze, and he couldn't survive. Fortunately, the child's life was saved.

But all the names of the villages, you look at me, I look at you, no one said anything, just stood at the door of the gentleman's house.

"Raise this child for me."

Lin Cheng walked over and looked at the sleeping child, with a hint of a smile on his glutinous lips, as if he was dreaming something.

Lin Cheng picked up the child, and the hardest one also put on a smile.

Perhaps, this is fate.

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