Tiandao doesn't work today

After Uncle Hong saw that Yan Nu was proficient, he also began to concentrate on blacksmithing.

They sweated profusely and kept fighting until nightfall.

Counting from the time of eating in the morning, it has been five hours now. Of course, Yan Nu came in midway, so he actually only fought for four hours.

Just this, fifty-two kilograms of hundred-smelted steel was produced! Just because Yan Nu became more and more proficient in the back, his speed increased again.

On the other hand, his performance was abnormal and he didn't even weigh 20 pounds in one day.

"Okay, okay, let's take a rest." Uncle Hong knew that it was time to eat when he saw the steward coming to check the food.

The slaves in the castle received two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. After a day of hard work, everyone is so hungry that their heads are spinning.

"Can it be completed?" Yan Nu put down the hammer, only to see that his palm was bloody and bloody.

"It's probably OK...Oh, your hands!" Uncle Hong noticed Yan Nu's injury and immediately realized that it was caused by the friction of the hammer handle.

In fact, this is a normal situation. Uncle Hong's hands are full of calluses and he has long been used to it, so it's okay.

Yan Nu is young, and the power of each hammer blow is very powerful, so the force of the counterattack is even greater.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Yan Nu said truthfully.

Not only was his palm injured by the shock, but his arms and even his lumbar muscles were severely strained. His shoulders were also numb, sore, tingling, and all kinds of things.

After all, true energy is true energy, and strength is strength.

The strength of his muscles and bones was insufficient, so he relied solely on the burst of true energy to hit harder with the hammer, which caused him to sprain his own muscles.

He didn't know how to use his true energy to protect himself. Every swing of the hammer was a real torture to his muscles and bones. After four hours, the load was too great!

Uncle Hong checked and found that he was seriously injured. Knowing his condition, he blamed him: "You have hurt your muscles and bones. Why didn't you stop earlier?"

"Uncle Hong, you said that we have to complete the quota and let the steward tell me the news about Aweng." Yan Nu grinned.

Uncle Hong secretly hated himself for talking too much. He had watched this child grow up from a few years ago, and he was really stubborn.

He just said that, in fact, even if the quota is fulfilled, the manager will at most be happy to reward them with a good meal, and may not necessarily answer all questions.

"Hey, let me ask my uncle for help."

A large group of craftsmen gathered in front of their respective furnaces to lay out the finished products.

The steward was followed by several local warriors, who went through the inspection one by one. When they reached Uncle Hong's furnace, they were shocked! It weighs more than seventy pounds?

"Well, your surname is Hong. You used to be lazy, right?"

Uncle Hong quickly said: "No, no, I performed exceptionally today..."

"I'll give you more tomorrow!" The steward snorted and walked over.

Uncle Hong was a little helpless. After all, he still didn't say that Yan Nu had true energy.

He knew that Yan Nu was an upright child. If he said he had never learned martial arts, he definitely had not.

In this way, this body's true energy is very strange. Maybe... I went to the pharmacy at the martial arts training ground and secretly picked up some magical elixir to take?

If so, it would be a disaster.

At first, he was beaten half to death after he was found to have taken the medicine to cure the disease. If the noble man knew that there was some missing panacea, wouldn't he want to skin the slave Yan?

"You guys are really good, two hundred and ninety two pounds..."

"But the castle master said it was three hundred kilograms a day, and you didn't count enough! Do you still want to eat?"

The steward began to give a routine lecture. Everyone was surprised at first that there were so many people, and then he said hurriedly: "Think about it, please give me some food from the steward."

"Steward, please show mercy."

"I don't want to starve to death."

"Please, we must complete the ration tomorrow!"

Many craftsmen showed their magical powers and begged with tears in their eyes.

The steward then said reluctantly: "Well, it's a lot better than last time. You guys are really attentive. I'll explain it to the castle master first and beg him to give you another chance."

Everyone knew that he was showing off, but they could only send in all the compliments.

But at this moment, Yan Nu suddenly shouted: "Enough counting! This is three hundred and two kilograms!"

"Huh?" The steward frowned.

Others looked over in panic, who is it? Who is so upright?

Isn’t it okay to have food to eat? Whether they are enough or not, what does it have to do with them? No matter how much they practice, not a pound is theirs.

"Yan Nu'er!" The steward glared: "What do you know! If I say it's not enough, it's not enough!"

Uncle Hong didn't expect that Yan Nu would come over and take advantage of the steward's lecture to repeat his name.

He quickly said: "Yan Nu'er is a fool and a fool. Everyone knows this. Don't be as knowledgeable as him in charge."

"Ah...yes, yes..." Everyone also agreed.

The steward raised his head and said: "Yan Nu'er, I told you that if the acceptance is less than three hundred kilograms, you can't even think about eating. I will do what I say! You just need to be hungry today!"

"And you guys, I have to check and accept three hundred and fifty pounds tomorrow!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and walked away. How many kilograms he would accept depends entirely on what he said casually.

Yan Nu muttered: "Obviously it's enough to count..."

Uncle Hong quickly grabbed him: "Stop talking, go back to your room and sleep. Be careful of getting whipped again. Jiang Weng is not here, so just listen to me!"

When Yan Nu saw him mentioning Aweng, he had no choice but to give it up. However, he was so angry that he returned to the furnace room, picked up the heavy hammer, and started forging again!

"What are you doing?"

"Tomorrow's number is three hundred and fifty kilograms. I'll start beating now. I'll be able to count it!" Yan Nu said firmly.

Uncle Hong was stunned: "You...you are so stupid!"

"No matter how much steel you smelt, what does it have to do with us? As long as it doesn't weigh less than two hundred kilograms, everyone can eat, no matter how much they say!"

Yan Nu asked back: "Uncle Hong, didn't you say... that if the number is enough, the steward can tell me the news about Aweng?"

"I..." Uncle Hong was speechless, and then sighed: "Uncle is wrong, I'm too talkative, Yan slave... no matter how much you hit, if the steward says it's not enough, it won't be enough!"

Yan Nu blinked, and then continued to beat Dangdang with all his strength: "What if it works? I want to try."

Uncle Hong was helpless, knowing that there was no point in saying anything, so he could only leave to eat.

As night falls, there are rows of blacksmith shops, and the only sound is Yan Nu's forging.

In addition to forging, he not only had to burn the furnace, but also quenched and tempered. He completed the entire process by himself.

However, soon Yan Nu couldn't hold the hammer anymore. He had been hammering for four hours during the day, and he felt that his body was dry, and the so-called true energy seemed to be exhausted.

However, he still swung the hammer forcefully, hitting it bit by bit, with extremely low efficiency.

When Uncle Hong came back again and saw him like this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Stop hitting him. If you hit him again, your body will be damaged."

"Uncle secretly brought out some steamed cakes. Eat them quickly and go to bed."

"Thank you, uncle." Yan Nu couldn't wave anymore, so he had to stop and eat the cake.

After eating, he felt a refreshing feeling of fullness and was instantly full of energy. He had been doing this since he was a child, eating steamed cakes and grass and digesting them very quickly.

But what was different from before was that he also noticed that the true energy in his body was there again...

Yan Nu suddenly realized that this was also the first time for him to use his true energy. He was just worried about what to do if he ran out of true energy, but then he realized that he could recover after eating a full stomach.

I also have a lot of hay stored in my room, and I will eat them all in a while!

"Uncle Hong, if I don't have anything to eat next time, don't steal cakes for me."

Servants who do heavy physical work should still be fed, and the food given out is definitely enough to eat, otherwise they will not be able to do heavy work. The only requirement is to eat at a fixed location and not to keep it privately.

Once discovered, it will be a hundred lashes, and those with weak constitution may be beaten to death.

Uncle Hong said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll steal some and they won't be able to find it."

"Who asked you to call me uncle? Alas, my son would be as old as you if he hadn't starved to death."

Having said that, he felt a little sad.

In this troubled world, wars, famines, droughts and floods, diseases... come one after another.

Rebels, bandits, barbarians, monsters, evil spirits... one after another.

He fled all the way from Jizhou, and the whole family was left alone. How could he not be sad! And most of the poor people in the fort are like this!

Uncle Hong wiped his tears and suddenly sighed: "Yan Nu'er, do you want to hear what I'm saying about your Aweng's affairs?"

"Think so!" Yan Nu nodded desperately.

Uncle Hong said bitterly: "Jiang Weng and many old people in Chashan Castle were thrown out as abandoned sons... The barbarian troops came to Qingzhou with a fierce force. Gou Xi, the governor, ordered all the powerful clans to send troops to join forces to fight against them."

"But all the wealthy clans are doing it in a perfunctory way. Especially our Zhang family, who was once attacked by Wubao and has a blood feud with the governor, how can they help? They even wish that Hu Man would kill the governor and defeat him! So he deliberately sent the old man Weak...may be able to trick the governor and get rid of all the old people they think are useless."

"The governor must also understand these intentions. The old and weak soldiers must die first to prevent them from fleeing and damaging morale in the subsequent war."

"Zhang's group of people...have no intention of letting Jiang Weng and the others come back."

Yan Nu said firmly: "Aweng will definitely come back!"

Uncle Hong hesitated to speak. Seeing that the hint had reached this point, the child still naively held out hope, so he sighed: "If...if there is news from the front line, I just hope you can calm down...don't think about it." revenge."

"Good boy, you have a fiery temperament. When you were twelve years old, you were bold enough to take medicine. I knew you were not afraid of anything and everything..."

"But those nobles have countless followers under their command, and the castle master is extremely skilled in martial arts. What are you going to do with them?"

Yan Nu asked as if he was listening attentively: "What to take?"

"Here...hey, it means you don't have anything to fight with!"

Uncle Hong was a little amused: "Not to mention the hundreds of local warriors in the castle, although you are a bit angry, the masters in the castle all have years of pure skills. The master of the castle and the three instructors are even more first-rate masters. , how can you resist!"

Yan Nu looked excited: "How can we defeat him?"

"I..." Uncle Hong sighed: "I ask you again, have you really never learned martial arts?"

Yan Nu shook his head.

"Then when I told you that there was medicine in the martial arts studio, did you take any of it yourself?"

Yan Nu continued to shake his head.

"I'm confused by this. Where did you get your true energy from? Are you born with true energy?"

Yan Nu looked confused.

"It's unheard of and impossible to be born with true energy. So Yan Nu must have had some adventure when he was a child. I'm afraid I have to ask Jiang Shouyi about this... Then there's no way to ask." Uncle Hong thought in his mind.

Ever since he met Yan Nu, he had never seen Yan Nu use his true energy or practice any martial arts.

Even the most basic technique of breath adjustment and luck was something he only taught today.

In other words, Yan Nu has indeed always contained true energy without knowing it. If he hadn't learned how to adjust his breath and put it into practice today, I'm afraid this child would have been buried forever.

"Sigh, Uncle Hong's Kung Fu is too rough. It's just the blacksmithing Kung Fu passed down from our family. It can't be compared with those martial arts that truly refine Qi. I can't teach you..."

"You'd better be apprenticed to the masters in the fort. Well... let uncle think about it... Yan Nu'er, you should go back first."

Uncle Hong only wanted to do good for Yan Nu, but Yan Nu's situation was special, and he was afraid that the warriors in the castle would have treacherous hearts, so he did not dare to make a hasty decision.

Yan Nu didn't have such complicated thoughts, he was only thinking about beating out 350 kilograms of steel.

And if he wants to make steel, he must have true energy. If he wants to restore true energy, he must eat. If he wants to eat, he must go back and get all the hay collected from the bed.

"Uncle Hong, take a rest early. Yan Nu will go back first." He left obediently.

Uncle Hong was very pleased, thinking that this would convince Yan Nu to give up blacksmithing. Who knew he was just going back to get grass? I immediately walked back to my house happily.

Yan Nu did not live in the same place as him. After all, he was not a craftsman. He only came to help occasionally. Instead, he lived in the living area of ​​the lowest-level handyman.

It was dark and damp, with dozens of people sleeping in a thatched room.

The handymen either haven't returned yet, or they fell asleep when they returned, feeling numb and unable to communicate with each other.

Yan Nu dug out two large bundles of hay from under his mattress, took out a handful and stuffed them into his mouth, then took them back to the blacksmith shop.

This is silage goat grass. The sheep like to eat it, and he also likes to eat it. Others like straw and wheat straw will not work.

"Hmm!" Yan Nu was in the blacksmith shop, eating a lot of grass, chewing it twice and then swallowed it.

After working for more than a pound, I asked for a bowl of cold water to drink. I felt comfortable and full of energy.

He was so motivated that when the iron became red-hot, he started to hit: One hammer! Two hammers! Three hammers...

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

By adjusting your breath and swinging the hammer, the true energy in your body surges!

He didn't stop for a moment, after quenching and tempering, he continued to hit, and so on, the sledgehammer kept turning.

Sweating like rain and concentrating his will, he produced steel ingots one after another.

Drink when you are thirsty and eat when you are hungry. With the supplement of hay, the true energy will continue to grow.

Yan Nu became more and more proficient, and the Qi was used faster and faster, and the hay quickly bottomed out.

But it's okay. When the Qi is exhausted again, just pick up some. This kind of grass grows everywhere!

…

p.s: Sorry. Yesterday I wrote about the work and said that I would not change the theme and would rather not write about it. I blocked Chapter 5 today because it contains Chi Ren. I wouldn’t have published the rest of it until I had done it, but I finally solved it. The title was changed, making it more obscure and cruel.