Before Mo Yi could answer, an old man took the initiative to lean over and explain to him: "Oh, in the past, this bridge in our town was about to be washed away by water in the summer, and it was not a problem to find a lot of skilled craftsmen.

Later, Xiao Yi learned his father's craft to build the bridge, which has not collapsed for more than ten years. ”

Mo Yi is still not proud, nor humble, "Hehe, in fact, I didn't know how to build a strong bridge, but I only saw a sentence in the book before I had an idea, but I didn't expect it to be really successful after trying." ”

"What?"

"The husband is the only one who can't fight, so the world can't fight with him. Actually, this bridge is easy to say, but let it be. ”

Yu Boyan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the wooden bridge that seemed to be drifting with the flow, and he realized.

"Brother Mo, can I borrow your stove?"

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to get a hard piece of iron out. Yu Boyan smiled happily.

......

My name is Yu Boyan, and my grandfather is said to have been the young master of the King of Qin, but because he was suspected of assassinating the crown prince, he was assigned to a distant island, and he was not allowed to leave the island for two generations.

He died shortly after he came to the distant island, and before he died, he told me: "I planned the assassination of the crown prince, and although I got the approval of the king of Qin, I took the charge for the king of Qin, and I have no regrets." ”

I wasn't born on a distant island, but I only started to remember when I came to the island. My father often told me what the outside world was like, but I wasn't interested in it at all.

Tojima is a magical place, and my father said that the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are the same on Toshima, and I didn't understand what the four seasons were.

The distant island seems to be full of life and is full of plants and animals, but it is actually very desolate.

There was a small village on the island, and my father said that the people in the village were also sent in.

There was one of the oldest grandfathers in the village, and he said that when he came, there was nothing on the island, and he lived with monkeys, and then he slowly built the village.

Although the food on the island is abundant, there is a lack of utensils, so many things cannot be done.

My father had a high status as one of the few blacksmiths on the island, and the newly dug iron ore on the island was usually sent to my father for forging.

As his son, I naturally began to learn to strike iron from an early age.

One study is more than ten years.

My father said that I was very talented in ironsmithing, and my reputation gradually spread in the village, and everyone expected me to surpass my father.

There is only one kind of tree on this island, which is very strong, not susceptible to moisture, does not attract insects, and is very useful, and many things in the village are made of wood from this tree.

But correspondingly, this tree is also very difficult to obtain.

Ordinary axes are difficult to chop and easy to open, which makes the village where iron tools are scarce, so the development of the village is restricted at every turn.

I've seen people in the village cut down trees, I've seen axes crumble before they can be cut twice, and every time I see my father's hopeful expression turn into a lost expression, I feel bad.

I swear I must make the hardest iron possible.

In the year I was crowned, my father said that I could become a teacher and forge iron tools myself, and he passed on his hammer to me.

With a hammer full of hope, I made the first axe from the stove my father had been using.

My mind was full of thoughts: I want to make the hardest iron.

On the day the axe was finished, the whole village came to see me, and they all praised me for being better than blue, and praise filled my ears.

It was dusk, and the shadows of the people were stretched out.

I looked at the anticipation in their eyes and I was happy.

I happily walked to a tree with an axe, and I happily cut it down.

"Click. ”

I don't know what good things can make this sound, so I've always thought it was a sad sound.

The axe was embedded less than half an inch into the trunk of the tree, and the clicking sound was naturally not made by the trunk.

I looked in amazement at the axe in my hand, which I felt was already hard with a clear crack.

The crack hung over it like a snake.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't you say that your ability is greater than that of Lao Yu?

"Maybe it's because he's still young, maybe he'll be fine in the future?"

"Lao Yu also said that he is very talented, I think it is a lie, right?"

"But if he really doesn't have the ability, we won't have any more iron for him to waste. ”

It's not terrible to blame, it's scary that they're still praising you just now.

I pulled the axe out with all my might, still in disbelief.

In disbelief, I saw half of the axe completely crack and fall to the ground.

The shadow of the broken axe in my hand stretched long on the ground.

"It's okay. At some point, my father walked up behind me and patted me on the shoulder.

I heard the voices of the villagers accusing my father, but my father was not unhappy on his face, and he had a faint smile on his face, which was even gentler than when he had taught me to strike iron.

I silently picked up the half of the axe and returned to the house with my head down.

The stove has been extinguished, but there is still residual warmth.

He relit the stove, wiped away his tears, and clenched his hammer.

I must make the hardest iron.

When I came into the forest with my freshly made axe, it was already dark, and the cold moonlight shone on me, stretching my shadow long.

I raised my axe, and the cold light was almost too cold for me to open my eyes.

"Click. ”

This time it was louder, because the axe didn't even cut into the trunk of the tree, and it just broke in half.

Why? It's so hard......

I forcibly suppressed my self-doubt, but it grew in my heart.

......

"Less, the sickle you hit is broken. ”

"Less, the saw you hit is broken. ”

"Less, why are you hitting the axe again? Didn't you say you don't need to do it?"

"Less, why do you keep cutting such small bones with your kitchen knife?"

"Less, the hammer you hit is cracked!"

"Less, you better let your dad fight. ”

"Less, you...... Alas......"

It's already so hard, why is it still broken?

No one can give me an answer, and no one cares about this answer.

I didn't dare to go out, I didn't dare to face other people's eyes, I didn't even dare to talk to my father.

Until one night, my father found me.

"Boyan, maybe the harder the iron, the better. ”

I looked at my father in disbelief, he was no longer as energetic as he used to be, his back was much more crooked, his hair was much grayer, and his face was much more wrinkled.

I realized that it was probably not me who hurt the most.

That night, I escaped.

I left the far island.

I set foot on this land where there are no memories, and I want to forget the past and numb myself.

I don't know if I can do it.

It's like I don't know why I had that hammer with me.

......

In the seventeenth year of Yuanwu, late spring, Muzhen.

After the group returned to Mo Yin's house, Yu Boyan entered the room with Mo Yin, leaving only one sentence.

"I'm going to strike the hardest iron. ”

Li Congwen looked strange, "He is a composer, and his ears are so good, why should he be obsessed with striking iron?"

Ju Yeyan smiled, "You don't think he really traveled all over the world to compose, do you?"

"Sister Yeqi, what is he doing here?"

"He's just too guilty. ”

Xiao Di tilted her head, obviously not understanding, but Yang Xiaoyang was stunned, no wonder he heard the dazed meaning in the piano song before.

Mo Yi and Yu Boyan stayed in the room all night, and everyone didn't see them come out until the next morning, and both of them looked a little tired, and they all smelled of charcoal.

Li Congwen was even more strange, "Brother Mo, Brother Yu is also mixing in the iron, what are you doing?"

Yu Boyan looked tired, but his interest did not decrease, and he took out two jet-black sticks from behind him with a slight trembling.

These two sticks are the same length, they must be half a person high, and it can be seen from Yu Boyan's hand holding the stick that they should not be light.

Except for Yang Xiaoyang, several people approached curiously.

Li Congwen tapped his fingers lightly, making a crisp sound, "You hit a burning stick? Will it be hot to add firewood with this thing? And you need a pair of burning sticks?"

Yu Boyan was not angry at all, "Hahaha, this is not a burning stick, this is a weapon." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he screwed the two sticks together.

The corners of Li Congwen's mouth twitched, "After a long time of emotion, an iron rod came out?"

"Eh, Brother Congwen don't underestimate this stick, this stick is very hard, I don't believe it, let's go out and try it. ”

Several people followed Yu Boyan out of the door, and Yang Xiaoyang took advantage of this time to stop Mo Yi and saluted him, "Brother Mo, I was honest the day before yesterday, I'm really sorry, and please don't hold a grudge." ”

Mo Yi glanced at him, sighed faintly, and said nonchalantly, "Hmm." ”

Yu Boyan found a half-human-high boulder in a small forest outside the house, and handed the stick to Yang Xiaoyang, "Brother Xiaoyang, this stick is specially for you, and it can be regarded as repaying the life-saving grace in the tiger's den before." ”

"That's just a gesture. Yang Xiaoyang scratched his head and took it with some embarrassment.

The stick feels a little rough in the hand, and it is not easy to get rid of it, so it seems to be a weapon.

"Brother Xiaoyang, I think this boulder is extremely hard, you might as well try it with that iron rod. ”

Yang Xiaoyang nodded, and gently tossed it, ordinary people may feel too heavy if they use it, but he is just right.

Running the aura, picking up the stick and about to hit, Ju Yeqi suddenly said loudly: "Slow!"

Yang Xiaoyang was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue, turned his head resentfully, saw Ju Yeqi and a few people retreating a few steps, and explained to a few people: "This person has no internal strength, he can't exert internal strength, hitting stones is like setting off fireworks, we have to go farther, otherwise it will be affected." ”

When a few people hid behind a tree, and a few people only showed a pair of eyes, Ju Yeqi nodded.

It's just that Mo Yi felt a little scared, because Xiao Di's head was next to him, and the light refracted by the red hosta hairpin on his head in the sun found his face.