"But I just want to learn how to make iron! I can pay for my tuition. ”

The man's expression was a little surprised, it was enough for a student to come to learn to strike iron, and he had to pay tuition!

He looked Yang Chen up and down again, and then looked at Liang Jiayi beside Yang Chen. There was a sudden look in his eyes. It turned out to be showing himself in front of the little girl. It's just that blacksmithing is a profession with a very low status, and he didn't dare to throw his face at Yang Chen, but he didn't have a smile on his face and said:

"Little brother, I'm the only one in this blacksmith shop, and I'm very busy every day. Look, don't bother me. I still have to work. ”

Yang Chen's heart was full of helplessness, and he thought for a while and said, "Big brother, let's do it, you say a price, and I will pay to learn to strike iron with you, so it won't be a delay in your time, right?"

There was already a hint of irritation in the man's eyes: "Okay, a hundred yuan an hour." ”

Yang Chen raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, there were still forty-five minutes before the class time. Then he took out a hundred dollars, handed it to the man, and said:

"Come for an hour. ”

The man reached out and grabbed a hundred dollars and put it into a wooden box not far away. Then he handed the hammer in his hand to Yang Chen and said:

"See the metal in the furnace?"

Yang Chen looked into the furnace and saw that there was an extremely fast metal on the coke, which was being burned red, so he nodded and said:

"See!"

"You pick a piece of metal to forge it first, I'll take a look, use the fire tongs to clamp the metal, don't be burned by the fire. ”

Yang Chen was speechless in his heart, did I look like a fool?

Wouldn't I use my hands to grab it without a tongs?

"And ......" The man frowned and looked at the down jacket on Yang Chen's body: "You can't do this clothes, the sparks splashed by the iron will burn your clothes to the eye." ”

While speaking, on the shelf next to him, he took down a set of work clothes made of canvas and handed it to Yang Chendao:

"You put this dress on. ”

Yang Chen nodded, put down the hammer in his hand, took off the down jacket and outer pants, and changed into canvas overalls. Looking at Yang Chen's appearance, Liang Jiayi couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile:

"Chenchen, are you really going to strike iron?"

"Hmm!" Yang Chen nodded and said, "I want to try, if I can, I want to make a knife for myself." ”

Bending down and grabbing the hammer, he rubbed it in his hand and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter? The hammer is heavy? Listening to what you just said, you should be from the martial arts class, right? My forging hammer is only eighty pounds, you don't still feel heavy, right?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in the man's eyes, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to a row of hammers on the wall and said:

"There's a light one there, or you take that ten-pound hammer. ”

"No!" Yang Chen shook his head and said, "This hammer is too light. ”

"Too light?" the man's expression froze, and then he said with a smile: "People who have just learned to strike iron are like you, and they feel that the hammer in their hands is light.

However, striking iron is not about holding a hammer and slamming it thirty or fifty times, but about constantly slamming it.

For example, I pick thousands of hammers a day from dawn to dark. ”

Speaking of this, he looked Yang Chen up and down and said, "When you take this hammer and take a hundred hammers, you will know whether it is light or not." ”

Yang Chen frowned, he struck iron every day in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, he had been playing for more than half a year, and he was used to holding a heavy hammer, he was really not used to the hammer in his hand, which was only eighty catties.

You must know that he was in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and he was holding a hammer of 600 catties.

"I still think it's too light!"

"Little brother!" The man looked at the price of a hundred yuan, and patiently explained to Yang Chen again: "Striking iron is not for you to take a hammer to smash people, you smash three or five hammers, and it will be over if you smash the other party to death." It's going to keep smashing, hammer after hammer. You know what I mean?"

"I understand!" Yang Chen nodded seriously, "I really think it's too light." ”

The man's heart was really impatient, and he pointed to a hammer in the corner of the wall with his hand and said:

"That hammer is used in my leisure time to train my strength, one hundred and fifty pounds. If you think this hammer is light, use that one. ”

Yang Chen looked at the corner of the wall, and sure enough, he saw a hammer, which was half larger than the one in his hand. So he walked to the corner, put down the hammer in his hand, picked up the one hundred and fifty pound hammer, and checked it in his hand.

Actually, he still felt light. But it's much stronger than the eighty-pound forging hammer just now. Picked up the hammer and swung it twice in the air.

The man pouted!

Nowadays, the strength of ordinary people can reach a maximum of one hundred and fifty catties, so Yang Chen can easily dance with that hammer a few times, which is nothing at all.

The point is, pull this hammer hundreds of times, thousands of times!

Ordinary people can pick five times is already the limit, even if this kid is from the martial arts class, how many times can he pick it?

Seeing that Yang Chen came to the forging table, the man couldn't help but remind:

"Little brother, if you feel a little weakness in your wrist, don't insist on it, so as to avoid the hammer flying out of your hand. ”

Then he reminded Liang Jiayi uneasily: "Girl, you retreat farther!"

"Oh!"

Liang Jiayi responded, but she didn't retreat far, and chose an angle that could see Yang Chen's iron clearly, wanting to see how Yang Chen struck iron.

The man sighed helplessly, and scolded in his heart, I really don't know whether to live or die!

walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the eighty-pound forging hammer that Yang Chen had put down, and stood beside Liang Jiayi. Once Yang Chen's forging hammer is out of his hand, he will fly towards this side, so he can use the hammer in his hand to block the hammer that flies over.

Yang Chen stretched out his left hand, picked up the tongs, and very skillfully picked up a piece of metal and placed it on the forging table. There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes. Just from Yang Chen's action, he could see that Yang Chen didn't seem to be striking iron for the first time. A first-time iron striker who wants to pick up the hot red metal with a tongs is definitely not so smooth.

And at this time, the forging hammer in Yang Chen's hand suddenly raised, and then fell rapidly, the heavy forging hammer coupled with the speed of Yang Chen's swing, there was a sound of strong wind in the room, and the one hundred and fifty pound forging hammer slashed through a beautiful black light in the air, like a meteor falling to the ground, smashing on the red iron embryo.

"When ......"

The hammer slammed into the iron embryo, and the scorching sparks splashed like blooming sparks, and the sound of the impact hit the human heart straight away, like the first sonata of a metal symphony.

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