"Brother Hetu, wake up, Hetu. ”

Blacksmith Li only felt that this time he slept peacefully, but at this moment he opened his eyes but it was already dusk, this sleep actually made himself sleep in a daze, and thought of a few ploughing tools that had not yet been forged, the villagers were going to get it in a hurry, and secretly said bad in their hearts, so they hurriedly got up and pushed open the door in a hurry.

rushed and didn't look at the road, Li Hetu only felt that he bumped into a figure, and from time to time there were a few traces of beauty's unique body fragrance from the tip of his nose, and the beauty in his arms was as warm as jade, but he was not the beautiful widow Liu Lingyu, who was it? Rao is Li Hetu is no longer the ignorant young man, such an ambiguous posture also made him feel sweat on his forehead, and blood on his face.

Not to mention that at this time, there was a certain child's gloating laughter in his ears: "Daddy is playing hooligan~ Daddy is playing hooligan". Li Hetu's old face turned red, and before he could scold the sentence "You unfilial son", it was Widow Liu in her arms who hurriedly came out and stammered, "River... Brother Hetu, I'll give... Made some pasta for Lan'er, you... You can eat it while it's hot, I'll go first. ”

Not to mention glancing at Li Hetu, these words seemed to kill Liu Lingyu, and he almost didn't hide his head in the ground, and before Li Hetu could say something to thank and apologize, the wind seemed to slip away. Li Canglan looked up and felt a beautiful red apple fly in front of him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Li Hetu looked at Liu Lingyu's distant back, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Don't look at it, Dad, everyone has gone away, and you haven't hugged enough?"

Li Canglan's milk voice brought his father back to his senses, Li Hetu was really ashamed and angry, raised his hand and turned around to give Li Canglan a chestnut, but there was still a trace of the little ghost's head, Li Canglan expected it first, and he had already slipped away and went to the kitchen to eat noodles.

I have to say that the craftsmanship under this Liu Niangzi is really a must, a few pieces of bacon, and a green vegetable. The most simple ingredients are used, but the noodles are delicious. Liu Lingyu knew that Li Canglan had a large amount of small food, and the noodles he ordered were the weight of three or four people. Rao is like this, and he can't help Li Canglan's tornado speed, and in a blink of an eye, a large pot of noodles will bottom out.

Li Hetu couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Stinky boy, are you a starving ghost reincarnated?"

Li Canglan didn't care: "Who made the noodles made by Aunt Liu so delicious? When will you let Aunt Liu be my mother?I want to be able to eat this noodle every day, so naturally I won't eat so much~"

To Li Canglan's expectation, Li Hetu did not refute this time, nor did he shout out the mantra that hangs on his lips every day, and the room was surprisingly quiet. Li Canglan secretly glanced at his father, Li Hetu's expression was fluttering, and there were complicated emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

After a while, Li Hetu spoke, and his voice was unprecedentedly calm: "Lan'er, which one do you choose between Immortality and the noodles that Aunt Liu makes for you every day?"

Li Canglan blinked his eyes and began to think about this question.

"I choose the noodles made by Aunt Liu," the child's voice was immature but firm.

"Oh? Why?"

"I can't eat Aunt Liu's somen if I'm immortal, I just want to eat Aunt Liu's somen noodles."

As soon as the words fell, the room became quieter, and Li Canglan was a little uncomfortable.

Li Hetu suddenly laughed, the more he laughed, the louder he laughed, Li Canglan had never seen his father's expression, nor had he heard his father's wild laughter. He only felt that his father's smile was not so happy, and there was a trace of bitterness behind the laughter, which made people sour.

The laughter finally subsided.

Li Hetu stopped smiling, and looked at Li Canglan quietly with bright eyes. No matter how many miles Li Canglan has walked, how many youths he has, or how long it will take, he will still remember that look. Like the morning sun condensed on the petals, like the snow dancing on the mountains, this is such a gentle look.

"Good boy, Aunt Liu will make you noodles every day. ”

After dealing with dinner, Li Hetu began to hurry up to make his batch of farming tools again. Caotang Village extends in all directions, and the hills within a radius of twenty or thirty miles are also cultivated by the villagers of Caotang Village for generations.

The blacksmith in the village is naturally not Li Hetu alone, among them, there are many blacksmiths who have been born and raised in Caotang Village for generations, Li Hetu is just an outsider, and it is only in the past six or seven years that he settled in Caotang Village. The farming tools created by Li Hetu are often more durable and durable, especially in the past two or three years, and this contrast is even more obvious.

Since the strange blood rain three years ago, the soil in the entire Caotang Village area has generally hardened, and the harvest has decreased sharply. The hoes played by other blacksmiths have not yet come and ploughed a few acres of land, which are either damaged or broken, but the iron tools played by Li Hetu here are still durable, and over time, there are more and more villagers who recruit Li Hetu to strike iron, and the name of Li Blacksmith at the entrance of the village can be regarded as completely launched in Caotang Village.

At first, the other blacksmiths also wondered why Li Hetu's ironware was so durable, and could it be that he used better iron ore mined elsewhere? After several inquiries, it seemed that it was not the case, and the ore used by Li Hetu to beat iron was really the most ordinary ore mined by Caotang Village.

The blacksmiths are all straight-hearted craftsmen, and there are many people who come directly to ask Li Hetu for advice, and Li Hetu is not that stingy person, so he began to demonstrate and drum in front of all the blacksmiths.

Smelting, tapping, reheating, refining, tapping, forging. Li Hetu's movements are brisk, and the whole process seems to be effortless to him. The blacksmiths are all people who know how to make iron for generations, and in their eyes, this series of operations of Li Hetu is really as smooth and beautiful as poetry. Seeing that this handsome and resolute junior is only in his early thirties, he has such iron-striking skills, and there is no other appropriate word to describe it except talent.

There are also many blacksmiths who can't help but sigh, such talents are buried in Caotang Village, and they hoe all day long, which is really a tyrannical thing. This should have been a pair of hands that could become a swordsmith in the world and forge a peerless sword. Li Hetu didn't care about the blacksmiths' regrets, but only guided the blacksmiths in Caotang Village more carefully to forge the essentials.

There is even a saying in the blacksmith circle of Caotang Village, "Li Hetu is a fart and it is very beneficial", that is, after the almost superstitious worship of Li Hetu, the skills of the blacksmiths in Caotang Village have really grown, although the ironware is still far from Li Hetu's, but it cannot be regarded as vulnerable in the face of the barren land of Caotang Village.