Cheng Zhong had a dream.

In a trance, he came to a place full of all kinds of wood and wood products.

An old man with a short body, a short gray beard, and a bun on his head, stood on a high place and smiled, looking at him kindly.

He searched his memory, as if he had never seen such an old man.

"Ho ho, good doll, do what you want, that's where people are smarter than animals.

It's rare that you are so young that you are not afraid of fatigue and like carpenter's work, which is a great thing for the benefit of one party!"

The old man's tone was full of love and appreciation.

"Grandpa, do you know me, why can't I remember who you are?"

He asked with some embarrassment.

"Hey, your eyes don't know me, but your heart does, don't you hear that 'the heart is connected and visible in the world'?

I am a public loser, and my descendants are respected as the ancestors of carpentry. ”

"I know that there is a Grandpa Luban who is very powerful, how can there be a grandfather who loses class?"

Cheng Zhong asked suspiciously.

"Hahahaha, you kid is quite clever, he immediately remembered me, my surname is Gongyi, because I was born in Lu country, many people call me Luban, all the same. ”

The old man laughed.

"Oh, offended, offended, it turned out to be the famous Grandpa Luban, the boy Chengzhong is polite here!"

As soon as he heard the old man say this, Cheng Zhong realized that he was lonely and unheard, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to confess.

"Hehe, you are ambitious, deaf and clear-sighted, if you want to join this trip, it is commendable, how can you not be as good as others.

Since we have met by fate, I want to teach you how to do a few necessary tools for carpentry work, and you will save a lot of effort in the future!"

The old man seemed to know his thoughts, and said with a smile.

"Thank you Grandpa Luban!"

Cheng Zhong was full of joy and kowtowed again to thank him.

"Okay, there are too many courtesies to delay the business, you should watch carefully. ”

After Grandpa Lu Ban finished speaking, he casually took out axes, saws, planers, chisels, curved rulers, ink fountains and other woodworking tools, and told him the characteristics and operation methods of these tools one by one.

Cheng Zhong opened the cerebellum and kept it all in his heart.

"Grandpa Luban, your tools are really good and neat, but most of them use 'iron'.

I don't have any iron here, so what should I do?"

Cheng Zhong couldn't help but ask.

"You have it in you, isn't that 'iron'?"

Grandpa Lu Ban pointed to Cheng Zhong's left arm and said.

"This ...... This was given to me by my best friend, and it is my important self-defense weapon, how can I destroy it?"

Cheng Zhong said reluctantly.

"Haha, you kid only knows how to admit death, don't you hear that 'if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools', 'good steel must be used on the blade'!

This place is special, if you use it to build woodworking tools, your friends will definitely understand you, and as for self-defense, don't you have a better magic weapon?"

Grandpa Luban said with a smile.

"The boy obeys his grandfather's teachings, but this bit of 'iron' is still too little?" Cheng Zhong said.

"Good doll, in the era when grandpa lived, 'iron' was also in short supply, the key depends on how you distribute it.

The axe uses too much iron, you can don't do it yet, your pipe is all stainless steel, melt it, get a small saw, a small chisel, a small planer or something is enough.

When you have more 'iron', you can make other woodworking tools. ”

Grandpa Luban said.

To tell the truth, the carpenter tools created by Lu Ban do not use "iron" very much.

For example, only the blade of a sawbolt is "iron", a planer has only the middle tongue of the planer is "iron", and only the pointed part of the chisel is "iron".

As for the main part of the tool, it is made of hardwood, and only the "iron" blade part needs to be cleverly wrapped.

Before Cheng Zhong could speak, Grandpa Lu Ban bowed slightly, and he had disappeared.

He was stunned.

Until he woke up at dawn, Grandpa Luban's voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

Cheng Zhong sat up with a sigh of relief, startled Bullali, who was sleeping next to him, and woke up with him.

I saw him take the "sword in his sleeve" at his head, hold it in his hand and observe it carefully, and keep stroking it.

This is the beloved thing of the "brother" and the confidante Xue Liancheng, and it was given to him by her with a sincere heart and full of true feelings.

Cheng Zhong is a teenager full of fantasy and enterprising, and he has not yet indulged in the emotional entanglement of male and female love, so for this "sword in his sleeve", although he has been using it, he has not tasted too much of the girlish feelings contained in it.

It was only when he made up his mind to destroy it that he remembered to appreciate it and taste it.

This thing is exquisitely crafted, and its short size contains a huge amount of power, which can defeat enemies in one move and kill people when they are not prepared.

It is the most proud work of Meng Xu's decades-long sword-forging career.

The small object is full of Meng Xu's deep and boundless fatherly love for Xue Liancheng, that kind of fatherly love, there is no emotion that can be compared, and there is no emotion that can be replaced.

At the moment before parting, Xue Liancheng handed it over to him, indicating that Xue Liancheng also attached great importance to this thing, and attached great importance to Meng Xu's fatherly love for her, if it wasn't for a very special reason, she would not have been able to give it away.

Xue Liancheng was willing to give him this priceless treasure, clearly showing that her affection for him had gone far beyond family and friendship, it was a unique affection that he would take a lifetime to repay.

"Alas......"

Cheng Zhong sighed and gently put down the "sword in his sleeve".

Brulari was secretly surprised when she saw Cheng Zhong stroking the "sword in the sleeve" in a daze.

She had never seen him look so dejected, and the expression was far from appropriate for his age.

"I don't know what made him so hesitant!"

She couldn't help but ask in her mind......

The breakfast was more sufficient, in addition to a large plate of beef and wild vegetables, there was also an extra clay pot, filled with mutton soup.

The Wusun people have plenty of milk, and they have no habit of drinking soup, and all the soup that has been boiled is thrown away.

In Cheng Zhong's opinion, this is simply a tyrannical thing.

So he took time out of the kitchen to teach Bulally's mother how to make mutton soup with lamb and bones.

The mutton soup made by the hour is milky white as a whole, and the surface is floating with pale yellow mutton fat and green wild shallots, which makes people salivate at a glance.

Brulari now spends most of her time eating with Cheng Chung.

But she was still a little unaccustomed to it, and she ate less breakfast, just drinking a few bowls of mutton soup and milk tea.

Cheng Zhong was really able to eat, except for the small half jar of milk tea left, the rest of the food was swept away by him.

After the meal, the two of them did not go for a run again, but went into the dense forest together and went to the tool manufacturing base.

Bullari recruited some of the most skilled craftsmen, and Cheng Zhong told them about his idea of melting swords and tools.

For the utensils such as curved rulers and ink fountains, the craftsmen quickly understood the size requirements and agreed unequivocally.

However, all the craftsmen had never heard of the smelting of the "sword in the sleeve" and the making of iron, and in the end, it was still up to Cheng Zhong to do it himself.

"There's always a first time for everything, and I'll show you a look at it.

In the future, when there are raw materials, there must be a blacksmith shop in the tool manufacturing base. ”

Cheng Zhong said confidently.

When he was a child, there was a blacksmith shop in Chengjiawan, which was where he and his friends often went to play.

When he grew up, he saw many blacksmiths making iron, and there were two or three blacksmith workshops in the handicraft society where he often went to play chess.

Later, I went to the labor reform farm in Haibei area, and also observed Meng Xu and their iron striking at close range.

He searched through his memories and instructed the craftsmen to burn the coke, build the stove, and make bellows and molds

It took a busy day to make all the preparations for striking iron.

The next day, as soon as Cheng Zhong and Brulari arrived, the blacksmith's furnace began to be lit, and the craftsmen put the "sword in the sleeve" between two stone tongs and put it on the fire.

With the sound of the bellows "crackling", the fire burns brighter and brighter, the flame first scarlet, then blue, and finally incandescent.

In the dazzling incandescent light, the "sword in the sleeve" slowly softened and deformed.