Crashed the car today...... Comfort me with flowers, I'm going to cry to death.

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"Well done." Mo Zhou sincerely admired, "Keep up the good work." ”

Mo Lin was praised, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at his arm proudly, and thought that the running taught by his grandfather was really amazing, he only ran for three days, and he felt more powerful all over his body. I don't know what will happen in a month's time.

For the next month, Mo Lin lived almost the same life. Every day at midnight, he sneaked into the woods outside the village and received Zhu Pingman's guidance in the clearing. Although Zhu Pingman didn't teach him anything new except running, Mo Lin also felt that he benefited a lot.

In the past month, Mo Lin has obviously felt his physical strength increase, his shoulders have thickened, and there are a little muscles in his arms. And the bigger gain is that the waist has strength, and the body is more coordinated.

The changes brought about by running can be felt very clearly in the forging, and the forging that was originally a headache for Mo Lin has now become another kind of cultivation for him. Every swing of the hammer was broken down by Mo Lin and turned into a coordination of the entire upper body and waist. And the rhythm of breathing is what Mo Lin pays the most attention to in this process, which makes his swing and drop of the hammer more powerful.

"Alright." Mo Lin happily cooled the twenty-fifth part and removed it from the anvil.

After a month of hard work, Mo Lin finally completed all 25 parts of his final work, and the raw materials of these parts were taken from the harvest of the last mining.

"Once the parts are done, it's time to assemble." Although there is still a long way to go, Mo Lin is also triumphant.

"Is it done?" Mo Zhou saw Mo Lin's face beaming, and walked over and asked.

"Almost, I've just finished all the parts, and I still have the final assembly process left." Mo Lin happily responded.

Mo Zhou said solemnly: "Don't be too happy, when a work is not completed, it is no different from scrap copper and rotten iron." ”

Mo Lin stuck out his tongue, and said in his heart that Teacher Mo Zhou is always so strict, if this is Teacher Mo Zhiwei, he must be greatly encouraged.

In the afternoon, Mo Lin took all the finished parts to the backyard of Xiangyun Machinery Store, where there is a room dedicated to assembly.

As soon as he entered the room, Mo Lin saw several companions chatting, and when he saw Mo Lin coming in, someone greeted him.

"Mo Lin, is your work finished?"

"There's still a final assembly, what about you?" Mo Lin leaned over curiously and asked.

"Mine is done." He Xiaogong, who is usually very familiar with Mo Lin, said proudly, "Let you take a look." ”

He Xiaogong's work is a mechanical dog, the body of the dog is made of bronze, the limbs can move, the tail is a machine spring, as long as it is pulled, the dog can run on the ground a few laps.

"How's that, it's fun." He Xiaogong asked Mo Lindao.

"How is this done?" Mo Lin asked in surprise, he knew that He Xiaogong was very talented in mechanical manufacturing, but he didn't expect him to master the secret of making the mechanical dog supply so quickly.

"Quite simply, I designed a set of gears in the dog's belly." He Xiaogongdao.

Seeing He Xiaogong's lively mechanical dog, and then looking at the pile of parts in his hands, Mo Lin was really a little worried.

"Is my work really good, isn't it too simple?" Until he began to assemble his own works, Mo Lin still looked back at He Xiaogong's mechanical dog from time to time.

With all the parts and design drawings that had already existed in his mind, Mo Lin quickly assembled his work.

He Xiaogong and the others saw that Mo Lin was also finished, and they all came over to see it curiously.

As soon as they saw the work in Mo Lin's hand, several people burst out laughing.

"Mo Lin, are you going to use this as your final work?" He Xiaogong said in surprise.

"yes, that's what I do." Mo Lin picked up his work and said.

"Just a kite?" He Xiaogong asked again in disbelief.

"Uh...... The same can be said. Mo Lin looked at the "kite" in his hand and said with mixed feelings.

Compared with He Xiaogong's mechanical dog, the appearance of the "kite" in his hand is really a bit shabby. A simple linen kite with a wooden box hanging underneath is what Mo Lin intends to use to take the final test.

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"I'm going to take the final test in a moment."

On the morning of the day of the final test, before dawn, Mo Lin had already run 1,265 laps in the open space. Every day, he pushes his limits and sets new records. Now that he's fully adapted to the rhythm of running, he can change his speed effortlessly.

"Isn't that great, after graduation, you can become a craftsman and live a mediocre life. It's better to marry a wife and have a child, which is pretty good. Zhu Pingman took a big sip of wine and muttered.

Mo Lin really has no way to take this drunk old man, Zhu Pingman has a deep-rooted antipathy towards the ink masters, and even has a very unfriendly attitude towards the craftsmen of the ink village. If it weren't for Mo Lin's repeated protests, maybe he would have said something nasty.

Fortunately, Mo Lin is also used to Zhu Pingman's attitude, and will no longer debate with him because of this. He ran for a while, then stopped and adjusted his breathing.

"Grandpa, tonight is January, right?" Mo Lin tried his best to calm down his nervous mood and commented for Zhu.

"Oh, really?" Zhu Pingman scratched his unkempt hair, "You say yes, it's the evening exam." ”

Hearing Zhu Pingman's irresponsible answer, Mo Lin couldn't help but be annoyed. I knew that Zhu Pingman had forgotten the date, and he should have delayed it for two days. Although he has made great progress, thinking of Zhu Pingman's strange style, Mo Lin does not have much confidence.

"If you can't catch up with me, you should be a craftsman, as I said." Zhu Ping smiled narrowly.

"Don't worry, I'll catch up with you. Not only do I want to be a good craftsman, but I also want to learn your skills to be an ink maker! Mo Lin was very annoyed by Zhu Pingman's underestimation.

"Good, I'm looking forward to that day." Zhu Ping said mang, but he didn't even glance at Mo Lin, "Don't be late at night." ”

A light breeze swept by, Zhu Pingman disappeared, and the fast Mo Lin didn't know which direction he was going. After a moment of stat in the clearing, Mo Lin returned to the village to prepare for the final test that was about to begin.