"Okay, come here." I couldn't stand Ning Yan's eyes similar to pleading, and besides, the shaft furnace of striking iron was nothing to look at, and the skill of striking iron was not something that could be learned by looking at it, so Zhang Tiezhu took Ning Yan to the forging room with a grin.

For Ning Yan, looking at the furnace is not the key, the most important thing is to look at the smelting, heating, forging, quenching processes, find the problem, and then improve, the broken copper and iron produced by Zhang's are really a little unsightly.

The shaft furnace in the forging room burns all year round, the temperature is very high, and there is a young boy squatting in front of the bellows, wearing a vest with sweaty face, wiping the sweat with the blanket on his shoulders from time to time, and the action of pulling the bellows has never stopped.

Zhang Tiezhu's father, Zhang Genfa, is in his thirties and less than forty, he eats better than ordinary people, and he does not show the vicissitudes of life at all.

Holding an iron tong in his hand, he took the burnt red iron out of the stove, and swung the hammer, and the sweat shook on the iron to make a sizzling sound, and the action of striking the iron was repeated again and again.

Looking away from Zhang Genfa, he looked at the forging room, but he didn't see anything like limestone toner.

Glancing at the finished product in Blacksmith Zhang's hand, Ning Yan felt that she seemed to know something. The carbon content is still too high, so there are some problems with the quality.

Knowing what was wrong, Ning Yan didn't stay long, and walked out with the iron tools in his hand.

Back home, Ning Yan had a footsteps.

In the courtyard, Ning Youyu had red eyes, ran to the stove room for a while, went to the backyard for a while, and shouted to call his mother in his mouth, this lost appearance of his mother made Ning Yan's heart a little sour, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Come back, come back, how old is it, you can't leave your mother!" ”

"......" Ning Youyu didn't speak, Xiao Baozi looked up and stared at Ning Yan, and it took a while to rush over like Ning Yan, hugging Ning Yan's thigh like a small cannonball, dead and not letting go.

Ning Yan threw the things in his hand on the ground and reached out to pick Ning Youyu up.

Seeing Xiao Baozi's dodging eyes, tsk, he was so shy, he was going to tease, but now it's okay, if he cries, he has to coax.

Coax the child, Ning Demon King has never lit up this skill.

Without hearing the comforting words from Ning Yan's mouth, Ning Youyu said aggrievedly: "I thought you ran away!" ”

"......" a dead child with no sense of security, fortunately he is still a child, if he grows up and can't do without his mother, wouldn't he become the most disgusting mom boy in later generations: "Where can I run." ”

In this era, if you want to go far away, you have to ask the village chief to open a certificate, and then get the county government seal and have the so-called road guide to go out.

Otherwise, you may be sold as an unidentified person.

After rubbing on Ning Yan for a while, Ning Youyu's face slowly turned red, he was already a big boy, how could he still be hugged around.

"Put me down!" There was a pretend maturity in the immature voice, if the two little hands didn't grasp Ning Yan's sleeve tightly, it would be even more mature.

Ning Yan had never seen such an awkward child, sneered, and ripped the person off his body: "Let's go, go cut down the tree!" ”

Picking up the axe, followed by a small bun, Ning Yan walked to the periphery of the back mountain, selected two suitable trees, brandished the axe, and cut down on the roots.

The sun was getting higher and higher, Ning Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the half-cut tree, took a step back, stretched out his legs, and landed on the tree with one foot.

The straight old tree shook and fell backwards.

After a morning's work, I cut down two trees and dragged them home, but fortunately, Ning Yan had a lot of strength, otherwise I would not have been able to get the trees home.

Stand in front of your home. Looking at the destroyed fence gate, and then at the messy footprints on the ground, Ning Yan closed his eyes and took a deep breath......

"Mother, our things must have been taken away by them." Ning Youyu walked around the yard, ran back, and pulled Ning Yan's sleeve.

Ning Yan opened her eyes, she was not mistaken, the fence gate was still broken, and she strode to the stove room, the bowl containing oil and salt was gone, and even the newly bought rice was nowhere to be seen.

In this case, she is not happy in her heart, she just wants to live a dull life, why is it difficult for her so many people.

"Let's go, go to your grandma's house for dinner!"

Ning Yan picked up Ning Youyu with one hand, put it on his shoulder, and strode towards the village.

At noon, smoke curls up.

If it weren't for the disturbance of the autumn wind, Ning Yan would probably be very poetic, and come to a hoe day in the afternoon, compound grass and coral, but unfortunately Ning Yan is very unhappy now.

You can see from afar that the chimney of the old courtyard of the Ning family is emitting green smoke.

The door of the Ning family was closed from the inside, Ning Yan knocked twice, and no one came out to open the door.

Standing in front of the door and waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the sun in June was very scorching, looking at the little bun in front of the door with a red face, Ning Yan thought of the damaged fence gate in his house.

One for the other.

Stepping back and borrowing strength, he stretched out his legs and kicked at the wooden door, with a loud bang, a gust of mixed wind, and the door of the Ning family was kicked down by Ning Yan.

Looking at Xiao Li's shocked eyes in the courtyard, Ning Yan smiled shyly: "There are people at home, I saw smoke from the outside, and no one paid attention to the knock on the door, and I thought there was a fire." ”

"Yes, we're here to put out the fire!" Ning Youyu took a step forward and raised his chin, making a loud noise.

"You money-loser actually cursed the old courtyard on fire, there is no reason, what kind of sin has this created, why does the Ning family have such a brute!"

The cheap hooves who opened and closed their mouths lost money, and Ning Yan's ears hurt. Is it really good for a woman to be so embarrassed by the same woman?

"Brute? If I were a brute, wouldn't the Ning family be a brute, second aunt, you really created evil! ”

Ning Yan said casually, and then took Ning Youyu to Ning Qian's room. She knocked on the door for a while just now, and others didn't come out probably because she was a thief and didn't plan to open the door for her.

But this younger brother ...... If you don't come out, you can't hear it, or you don't want to come out?

Thinking of the memories related to Ning Qianci in the original owner's mind, Ning Yan felt that she had to verify it, and she couldn't really feel that Ning Qianci was reliable because of the original owner's memory. After all, the original owner is also a bastard.

"You stop me, who let you in." When he walked to Ning Qian's room, there was still Xiao Li's chattering voice behind him.

Bother......

Ning Yan glanced at Xiao Li with disgust, Xiao Li who was chattering in her mind was stunned for a moment, and her steps were stunned, this cheap hoof dared to look at her like this, and turned against her.

Looking up and opening his mouth, he just wanted to say something, and found that Ning Yan had already walked to Ning Qianci's room.

Ning Qian's resignation, it's terrible, the only talent in the Shen family, even her father-in-law has to look up to her, she doesn't dare to offend.

After all, if Qiu Jian Ning Qian has a chance to say that he can not be a county master, in that case, her family Huan'er can also say that one is a good family matter, thinking of these Xiao Li smiling, he did not follow up.

Ning Yan didn't pay much attention to Xiao Li's in the first place, and found that Xiao Li's didn't keep up, let alone care.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Ning Qianci's room was not big, there was a mosquito net hanging on the single wooden bed, and a bookcase was erected on the side of the wall, the bookcase was not big, and there were not many books on it, and the bookcase was next to the desk. On the desk was a piece of rice paper, half written in handwriting.

And Ning Qianci was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, frowning slightly, as if he was hiding a little sorrow.