Chapter 2871 Fishing Village Life Blacksmith

Wuqinghai Port is an important port located in front of the ‘Liancheng City’, connecting a vast sea area. In addition to the steel-shrouded city, there is also a fishing village near the port. About a thousand fishermen have lived here for generations. When it was prosperous, tens of thousands of fishermen lived here. But as time passed, young people moved into the city, and the fishermen also More and more

The less.

In an inconspicuous place in the fishing village, there is a blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith shop was opened by a young man from out of town four years ago. These days - there are still blacksmiths, so I guess it's the first thing that many people think of.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

A middle-aged man with bronzed skin all over his body and bare arms is working in the blacksmith shop. The blacksmith shop is only thirty square meters. In front of it is the blacksmith shop and behind it is where he lives. There was a huge stove in the iron shop, with a bellows hanging next to it. The flames in the stove were rising high, illuminating the simple and narrow room brightly. There was a thick layer of white snow on the ground outside the door, and the cold wind was blowing. The cold wind made the sound of hunting, following the house

The warmth in the house is in sharp contrast.

The shirtless middle-aged man held iron pliers in his left hand, clamped a piece of black round iron and placed it on the iron pier. He pulled and handed it over and rolled it up.

In his right hand, he held a pitch-black iron hammer. Every time he swung his arm into a circle, he struck the red-hot iron with all his strength.

"Uncle, uncle..." A childish voice suddenly came from outside. The hammer in the blacksmith's hand stopped, and when he raised his head and looked up, he saw a small figure running staggeringly on the white snow outside. Then he stumbled and fell straight into the snow. My face was buried in the snow and I was freezing.

red.

This is a little boy about four or five years old.

"Black egg." The blacksmith raised his head and laughed.

"Uncle Zhuo, my dad asked me to come find you and let you come to my house for dinner." Heidan quickly got up again. Perhaps because he grew up in a poor family and didn't have the squeamishness of other children, he grinned and showed a row of white teeth.

Zhuo Bufan nodded, "Okay, I'll clean up this iron lump when I get back."

After changing into slightly clean clothes, when Zhuo Bufan came out of the room, he found Heidan squatting next to the stove. He put his two little hands, red with cold, close to the stove, letting the flames warm him.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan change his clothes, Heidan stood up and said, "It's hard to go fishing in winter, so everyone is busy at home. My mother cooked a lot of good food today, and my father also bought good wine."

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked out of the blacksmith shop, their feet crunching on the thick snow.

"Come on, Uncle Zhuo will give you a hug." Zhuo Bufan picked up the little boy with his hands and said, "You kid often comes to see me forge, otherwise you can do forge with me when you grow up."

"No, I don't want it." Hei Dantou shook his head like a rattle, "My goal is to be a warrior. Being a warrior can make a lot of money, and you can also kill monsters."

There are warriors sent by Dragon Soul to guard and patrol the fishing village, but some sea monsters occasionally run into the fishing village, and people in the fishing village are often eaten by monsters.

"Being a warrior is hard work, and you may pay the price with your life." Zhuo Bufan smiled.

"I'm not afraid." Heidan said, clenching his fists.

"Well done." Zhuo Bufan praised. This is a very ordinary house. Hei Dan’s father’s name is Mu Yongsheng and his mother’s name is Lu Yihong. They both lived in the fishing village as childhood sweethearts. It was natural for them to get married when they grew up. Although their lives were relatively poor, the couple lived in harmony and harmony. Had a baby

Son, life is also very happy.

Hei Dan’s birth name is Mu Xing, and this name was given by Zhuo Bufan.

Four years ago, Mu Yongsheng and Lu Yihong were caught in a storm while out fishing. They happened to meet Zhuo Bufan, who rescued the two. Later, Zhuo Bufan also followed the two to live in this small fishing village and opened an iron shop.

Feel the mystery, not just nature.

There is also life, the vast starry sky, and what is vaster than the starry sky is human dreams.

"Brother Zhuo, come and have a drink with us." Mu Yongsheng even poured drinks for Zhuo Bufan.

"Brother Zhuo, there aren't many vegetables in our fishing village in winter. All we cook is fish. Don't dislike it." Lu Yihong also followed suit.

"The fish cooked by my sister-in-law is second to none in our fishing village. I can't get enough of it, so how can I dislike it?" Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.

The two couples are also very grateful to Zhuo Bufan. If it weren't for Zhuo Bufan, they would have died in the sea four years ago, and even Hei Dan would have disappeared with them.

Zhuo Bufan was like a rough blacksmith, eating vegetables and drinking wine, chatting with Mu Yongsheng about the development of the fishing village, and how there would be more fish in that sea area in the spring.

After eating and drinking, Zhuo Bufan returned to the blacksmith shop.

The days passed slowly. Hei Dan would come to the blacksmith shop every day after school, squatting nearby and watching Zhuo Bufan attentively while he was forging iron. Sometimes he would be so exhausted from helping Zhuo Bufan pull the bellows that he would be sweating profusely. He would watch for an hour each time before he would go home.

"Heidan, would you like a sip of wine?" Zhuo Bufan turned his hammer to hit the red-hot iron.

"No, my dad knows about it and wants to beat me up." Heidan said, but he picked up a wine gourd next to him and took a sip, choking until his face turned red.

Zhuo Bufan laughed.

Time flies by ten years.

The business of the blacksmith shop is very cold, because iron tools are now made by technology, and the workmanship is exquisite and fast. Only occasionally villagers come to his blacksmith shop to make a pair of harpoons and repair farm tools.

this day.

A man and a woman came to the fishing village, both of them were dressed luxuriously.

"The road at the entrance of the village is too bad, even cars can't get in." The woman frowned and complained.

"Stop complaining. This time we have to get students into our school before Wulan School recruits people." Next to him, a gentle man wearing gold glasses said.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Jingle bell!

Suddenly, the continuous sound of forging iron reached the ears of the two people. The two looked at each other, and saw the look of shock in each other's eyes.

Both of them are military commander-level martial arts masters and teachers of the Tianfu Academy. They came to this remote fishing village this time to recruit a student with excellent martial arts talent.

For the past two days, I heard the sound of blacksmithing reaching my ears, and I felt that my blood and energy were boiling uncontrollably.

"Roland, come over and take a look." Mo Yang said.

"Let's go." The woman nodded. The two of them followed the sound and walked into a shabby and crude blacksmith shop. There was a roaring fire. A blacksmith with bare arms was covered in sweat. He rounded the hammer in his hand and kept beating a red iron block. The iron block Flat and long, it looks like a knife

shape.

The fire pliers in his left hand clamped the handle of the knife, and at the same time he kept turning and stretching it. The hammer in his right hand struck continuously like a gust of wind, causing the iron block to change into the shape he expected.

Ding-ding-dang-ding-ding-ding.

The beating rhythm had a strange rhythm that ordinary people couldn't hear, but Roland and Mo Yang were two warriors, so they naturally heard that the iron hammering skills were extraordinary.

"Just a middle-aged blacksmith?"

"There are no energy fluctuations in your body. Are you not a warrior?"

Roland and Mo Yang looked at each other, wondering if what they had just sensed was an illusion.

"Uncle, may I ask which direction Mu Xing's home is?" Mo Yang still asked.

Zhuo Bufan, who was hammering the iron, stopped what he was doing. He held the gradually formed iron piece with the tongs and put it into the iron bucket filled with water next to it. There was a sizzling sound of mist, which was quenching.

"That brat from Mu Xing? Go directly to his house and see a small two-story building that is his house." Zhuo Bufan picked up the wine gourd next to him and took a sip of wine. "Thank you, uncle." Mo Yang and Roland said goodbye and left.