Thundered......

"This ghost weather, it's really annoying. It's been raining heavily for 7 days in a row, and there is still no sign of stopping, and it's still not going to live! Son, it's time to eat. There's your favorite braised rabbit and steamed fish. ”

A hoarse and deep male voice came out in a dilapidated hut by the river, with cups and cries and soldiers, and if you listened closely, you could hear the incessant muttering:

"If it weren't for the fact that I went up the mountain a few days ago and caught a few rabbits, I wouldn't have eaten them all once; Today, I caught a small fish by the river in the torrential rain, and there was really no food to deliver. When will this weather stop? ”

A middle-aged man was wearing an old gray linen coat with patches in several places. From the small kitchen on the west side of the house against the river embankment, into a small living room that barely fits the size of four ordinary tables, and on the wall of the living room there is a small table half a person high, which can only accommodate four people close to him, and on this table there are three steaming small dishes, in addition to the two just mentioned, and one dish is greens.

In fact, the man was not very old, only in his early thirties, but his face was full of vicissitudes, his hair was a little gray, his skin was dark, and he was full of wrinkles, making people look like they were forty or fifty years old.

The man's name is Yang Ning, the son of a small medicinal herb trader in Nanyuan Town, Loss Star Sky Domain, 10 years ago, his parents died in an accident, and he is not good at management, in less than 2 years, the little family business left to him by his parents was wiped out, only a dilapidated small ancestral house has a place to settle down, and he lives on his daughter-in-law's careful work every day.

However, five years ago, his overworked daughter-in-law also had no money for medical treatment due to illness, and finally died, leaving a son less than three years old to entrust to him. Fortunately, he still has some strength, and now he goes to the blacksmith's blacksmith's shop in the town every day to work as a blacksmith, helping to build some farm tools and ordinary swords and weapons, and earn some living expenses to survive.

Due to the heavy rain in the past few days, the blacksmith shop has no business to do, and all the blacksmiths have to stop work and go home to rest. With no income, Yang Ning had to go up the mountain to hunt some small animals for food.

In Yang Ning's call, an 8-year-old boy with a vegetable face walked out of a small room in the east, and at first glance he was a malnourished child, this is Yang Ning's son Yang An, meaning a safe life.

"An'er, this is this annoying weather during this time, Dad didn't earn silver taels, you will just endure it for a few days, and when this weather passes, Dad will make a few good knives, make money, and buy rock sugar gourds for you to eat."

Although life is tight, Yang Ning still cares about his son's feelings very much.

"Dad, you don't need to buy rock sugar gourds, if you have money, you can hold it first, so that you can use it in emergency use in the future."

This is not at all like the thoughts of an eight-year-old child, everyone says that the children of poor families are in charge of the house early, which is fully reflected in Yang An's body, and many years of hard life have made him mature much earlier than the children of the same year.

"An'er, it's my father who can't stand you."

Yang An's voice was a little choked, and his son had not enjoyed the carefree life of the same year for a day.

"Dad, let's eat."

The control of the atmosphere is even better than Yang Ning's, and the crisp children's voice interrupts Yang Ning's sorrow.

"Okay, eat!"

After the father and son hastily finished dinner, Yang Ning made the bed for his son, washed up briefly, and collapsed on the bed. Outside the house, the thunder still rumbled, and it was so long that he tossed and turned, and it was difficult for him to sleep.

"This is heaven-shattering! When will this thunder stop, I don't want people to sleep! ”

Perhaps he cursed Heaven for hearing and punished him, but just as he was muttering, a loud thunder rang out from the sky, and a black light mercilessly pierced through the roof and slammed down on his head, instantly knocking him unconscious.

The sky was hazy, the sky was beginning to clear, and several days of thunderstorms passed.

Yang Ning rubbed his head with his hand and slowly opened his eyes. Confused and spitting out a voice that was not very clear:

"Hey, did you curse God for it? Why did I seem to have been knocked unconscious by something last night? I still feel a little pain in my head now, is it really so evil? ”

The Lost Star Heaven Domain is a continent where martial arts are popular, and there are many strong people who come and go, and the cultivation level is divided into 5 major realms from low to high: mortal, spiritual, venerable, holy, and heavenly. Each of the great realms is divided into 9 sub-levels.

Similarly, the Lost Star Heaven Domain was full of spiritual energy, and countless demon beasts were born in the mountains and dense forests, rampaging among the various mountain ranges. Human beings often haunt the mountains and forests to hunt monsters, and take their fur, flesh and other useful things to earn wealth, or improve their own strength; Demon beasts love to devour human beings, especially those cultivators who have achieved cultivation, and the majestic blood qi contained in their bodies can strengthen their bloodlines and improve their level.

Therefore, if humans and monsters meet in the depths of the mountains and jungles, they will inevitably fight fiercely. This kind of situation happens almost every day in countless places in the Lost Star Celestial Domain.

Nanyuan Town, located in the remote boundary at the southern end of the Lost Star Heaven Domain, almost all of the people who live here are mortals, but the martial arts of the Lost Star Heaven Domain are prevalent, and even in such a remote small town, there are still many people who know how to practice one or two sets of fist palm swordsmanship. What can barely be called a monk is the army sent by the imperial court to guard and manage the town, and the strongest is the city lord, who is only a minor monk of the third level of mortal rank, of the three thousand soldiers and horses stationed, only three commanders have reached the first level of mortal, and the other soldiers are just some mortals who have practiced the martial arts taught by the army.

For this kind of deserted town with a population of only about 100,000 and few monks, those demon beasts are not eye-catching, few monks are stationed, mortal flesh and blood are not helpful to them, and there is no value in attacking at all, but occasionally there will be fierce beasts in the nearby mountains and forests.

The downpour took half a month before it stopped, and the bright sunshine showed its warm enthusiasm again after half a month. In the morning, the breeze is blowing. Transparent water droplets, shining in the sunlight, emit a brilliant bright light that slides from various branches and leaves to the earth drop by drop.

"Gross! This damn rainy day is finally over! Xiao An, I'll go to your Uncle Zhang's to work later, and when I earn money, I'll buy you delicious food, and you take care of your home. ”

When he opened his eyes and saw a ray of sunshine in his eyes, Yang Ning stretched his waist, rolled over from the bed and got up, washed up briefly, picked up the clothes on the side of the bed, and said loudly to his son who had not yet gotten up in the house while walking towards the door.

"Strange? Why doesn't my head hurt today? ”

I don't know if it's because of the headache period or because the weather has improved, since the day I was stunned by the thunder, the headache symptoms that have been faintly painful for more than ten days have all disappeared today, and I no longer feel a trace of pain or discomfort. Yang Ning felt very incredulous and muttered in his mouth.

"Brother Zhang, I'm here, what work do you want me to do?"

Walking 5 miles away, Yang Ning came to the front of a house with 3 courtyards and 2 courtyards, and there was a sound of 'ding ding' iron striking from the open door, accompanied by this heat wave. Yang Ning strode into the house, opened his mouth and shouted loudly to a middle-aged man wielding a hammer next to a stove.

"Oh, it's Brother Ning who is here, and I happened to receive a batch of farm tools ordered by the villagers of several nearby villages some time ago, there are dozens of them, because the weather during this period of time cannot be built normally, and the deadline for delivery is approaching, and I am worried. You're just in time, there's a bunch of ore raw materials over there, please refine them all into pig iron, and the rules are the same. ”

The middle-aged man is the owner of this blacksmith shop, his name is Zhang Zheng, and he is as his name suggests. Seeing Yang Ning walk in, the fire in his hand did not stop, and he pouted the pile of ores next to the stove in the yard and said to Yang Ning.

There are 3 furnaces in the yard that specialize in calcining ores, and two of them are already burning red, and in addition to the boss Zhang Zheng, there are 3 men in charge of burning the fire and a blacksmith working.

Nanyuan Town is very small, and there are not many places that need to build ironware, except for the occasional sword and weapon for the city lord's mansion and martial artists who practice martial arts, most of them are to make farm tools, therefore, there are not many blacksmith shops in the city, only a few two or three, and they are not big. Zhang Zheng's blacksmith shop is also quite large.

Zhang Zheng's blacksmith shop has a total of six people, and there are only three blacksmiths including himself. And Yang Ning is also relatively competitive, and it took three years to go from a guy in charge of lighting a fire to a blacksmith.