I have a sign-in system in Douluo

Chapter 83
That's right, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith.The only ironworker in the village.

in this world.Blacksmithing can be said to be one of the most humble professions.For some special reason, none of the world's top weapons are forged by blacksmiths.

However, as the only blacksmith in this village, Tang San's family shouldn't be so poor, but.That meager income is mostly...

As soon as you enter the house.Tang San could already smell the tangy aroma of rice, it wasn't that Tang Hao made breakfast for him, but he made it for Tang Hao.

From the age of four.When Tang San's height was not enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily work.Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because he didn't.Tang San almost never had enough time to eat.

When he came to the stove, he stepped on the wooden stool skillfully.Lift the lid of the large iron pot.The tangy aroma of rice came, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Every day before going up the mountain.Tang San would put the rice in the pot.Get the firewood ready.When he came back, the porridge was ready.

Picking up the two bowls beside the stove that had more than ten broken holes, Tang San carefully filled two bowls of porridge.Putting it on the table behind him, the rice grains in the porridge could be counted at a glance, for Tang San with a long body, this bit of nutrition was obviously not enough.This is also why his body is so slender.

"Father. It's time to eat." Tang San called.

After a while, the curtain of the inner door was raised.A tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

It was a middle-aged man.It looks like it is close to 50 years old.But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, without even patches on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath, but the originally decent facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with sleepy eyes and messy hair like a bird's nest. The beard on his face hadn't been tidied up for countless days, his eyes were dull and dim, even though one night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body still made Tang San frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang San's father in this world.

From small to large.Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was.Tang Hao to him.It's never been ignored.At the beginning, I would cook some food for him.But over time.When Tang San started cooking on his own initiative, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. The family was so poor that they didn't even have a decent table and chairs.Eating is also a problem, the main reason is that Tang Hao traded his meager income as a subway carpenter for wine.

A child who was on the same side as Tang San.Father is usually about 30 years old.Marry early even before the age of 30.But Tang Hao looked much older than them.On the contrary, he looked like Tang San's grandfather.

For Tang Hao's attitude, Tang San never complained, in the previous life.He is an orphan, in this life, even though Tang Hao treats him badly.But at least there is a loved one.For Tang San.This has made him very satisfied.At least.There is a man here who calls him Papa.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being scalded, and poured the porridge into his belly with big gulps.Only then did the dark yellow complexion look a little more shiny.

"Father, drink slowly. There is more." Tang San took the bowl from his father.Serve him another bowl of porridge.He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he had little contact with outside affairs.It was like a blank sheet of paper, but it came to this world.Be a kid again.There is nothing unacceptable.

Soon, [-]% to [-]% of the pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, he took a long breath, and put the bowl on the table.The drooping eyelids opened a little bit, looking at Tang San.

"If you have work, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a while."

Tang Hao's work and rest habits are very regular, and he sleeps in the morning.Build some farming tools in the afternoon.

As income, drink at night.

"Okay, Dad." Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao stood up.After drinking a lot of porridge, his body finally stopped shaking.Go inside.

"Father." Tang San called out suddenly.

Tang Hao stood still.Turned to look at him.There was obviously a little more impatience between the brows.

Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner with a layer of faint bird light: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?" In his previous life, he was the most outstanding outer disciple of Tang Sect, very familiar with making all kinds of hidden weapons, of course.At that time, all kinds of materials were provided by Tangmen.After arriving in this world, although he has practiced for several years.But his strength is still far from enough. At the same time, he never thought of letting go of his best hidden weapon manufacturing.He has already begun to try to forge some hidden weapons.But materials have become a big problem.

The metal Tang Hao used to make farm tools was all sent by the villagers.They are all iron with many impurities.It's hard to make a sophisticated hidden weapon, and the piece of pig iron that Tang San pointed to was just delivered yesterday.To Tang San's surprise.This piece of iron ore actually contains a certain amount of iron ore.It is perfect for making hidden weapons.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to the pig iron. "Huh, is there iron essence in here?" Walked over and looked down, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"

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Tang San nodded, the profession of blacksmith is undoubtedly the most suitable for him to forge hidden weapons, "Dad, you are getting older, in a few years, when I am older, you will teach me how to make kitchen utensils, and let me take over your job . ” In the past, all he did was the work of making the most sophisticated hidden weapons, but he couldn’t do the simplest forging.

Tang Hao was a little distracted, and murmured: "Blacksmith, it seems to be good." Pulling an old chair, he sat down directly in front of the piece of pig iron, and said lazily: "Little San, tell me, what Such a blacksmith is the best blacksmith."

Tang San thought for a while, and said: "A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons should be the best blacksmith." He once heard from people in the village that there are divine weapons in this world, even though he didn't know what exactly the divine weapons were. what is it.But it should be good to hang a word of God.

A mocking gleam flashed in Tang Hao's eyes, "Sacred Artifact? Xiaosan also knows about the Divine Artifact. Then tell me, what is the Divine Artifact made of?"

Tang San didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Of course the best materials are used."

Tang Hao stretched out an index finger, and shook it in front of Tang San, "If you want to be a qualified blacksmith, remember my words, use the best materials to create artifacts, that's not the best blacksmith, at most it's just a synthesizer. It is a master craftsman who forges a divine weapon out of ordinary iron."

"Use ordinary iron to forge a divine weapon?" Tang San looked at Tang Hao with some surprise. On weekdays, Tang Hao seldom talked to him, and today was considered the most time.

Standing up, Tang Hao pointed to a large iron lump with a square of [-] centimeters on the other side of the room, "I want to be a blacksmith and learn forging from me. Then, you have to forge it [-] times with a hammer first. Only then can you be qualified. "

It was a piece of ordinary iron, which contained a lot of impurities, which was much worse than the piece with iron mother.

"Now, you can still change your mind." Tang Hao said lightly.Ready to go back to the back room and go to sleep.

"Father, I'm willing to try." Tang San's voice was clear and calm, but contained a bit of firmness.

Tang Hao looked at him with some surprise, "Okay." While speaking, he walked over, picked up the big iron lump, and put it directly on the stove next to the bellows. As long as the charcoal fire is lit, it can be treated. forging.

After finishing these, Tang Hao went back to sleep in the inner room.

(End of this chapter)