Chapter 660 364 Blacksmith

Chapter 660 364. Blacksmith

It was the right choice to give up making three tacos. This time he switched to the 800-layer Damascus, which he is best at, and completed the fusion easily. The steel was neat and shiny like the sun in its red-hot state.

Next, just fix it with a plywood, straighten and extend the steel billet, and perform partial quenching. Finally, the blade will be straight without bending. After polishing, a good knife can be basically declared complete. The next step is to install a handle that fits the size of the user's hand. .

But today is busy enough.

Since the girl came over in the morning and said she wanted to pick up the nails, but she said she would pick them up in the evening, he was sometimes picked on and his work was interrupted several times. In the afternoon, he cleaned the room, cleaned the shop, and delivered goods to others. It took a lot of money. less time.

He glanced at the horizon and saw that it was getting late.

——Fortunately, today’s progress has not fallen behind.

It's just that this piece of good steel is really good, and he really doesn't want to use it - but he has to work overtime today and hammer it, and the blacksmith feels too tired.

Wait until it feels good tomorrow, then reheat it.

Satisfied, the blacksmith put the steel away after letting it cool naturally, and turned off the stove.

"Yo, blacksmith man."

As soon as he turned off the stove, he saw a stooped old woman wearing a headscarf walking down the bridge. Her face was as rosy as an apple, and her cheekbones were high, but she didn't look ugly. She looked pretty even with her broad face. kindly.

The blacksmith recognized her. Her name was Baba Yaga. She was an old woman who lived in the woods. It was said that when she was young, she was a researcher at an institution under the parliament. She had no children and lived alone by farming the land and feeding chickens.

Occasionally she would come to town to sell the fungi she cultivated, and many wealthy gentlemen were obsessed with the mushrooms she peddled.

"You are really hardworking. Old lady, I saw your furnace on fire this morning, and it has been burning till now - how many hours do you have to work every day? You don't have to work for a full eight hours, do you? You will die of overwork! "

Baba Yaga walked up to him. The kind-hearted old lady didn't think his ugly appearance was so scary, and kept chattering.

The blacksmith was a bit at a loss. Few people were so friendly and enthusiastic to him. Baba Yajia was beating her back and moaning non-stop. He had no choice but to bring out a small horse and let her mother-in-law sit down while he sat on it. On the bridge pier next to it.

"Hey, good boy, I knew you would give the old woman a chair for me to sit on."

The mother-in-law laughed, sat down unceremoniously, and started talking again:

"More than eighty years ago, when the void had not yet come, even though we had nothing at that time, the children would not be so illusory. Now that technology is so advanced and life span has doubled several times, they don't even have basic etiquette and etiquette. All morals are lost.”

The blacksmith didn't know what to say, he just lowered his head and stared at his big feet with his little eyes.

"But I can't blame these children. In fact, it's us elders who don't take care of them. We are always too paranoid and sacrifice part of our long-cherished wishes for a certain purpose."

"Those children are so pitiful. They have become the containers of our desires. They are struggling to realize the dreams of their parents every day, so how can they have any dreams?"

"When we are old and dead, they will control the world. Who will guide them then? It is because we have not set a good example. No wonder the children. They live in a lost era and embrace the emptiness of themselves... It’s not their fault.”

The mother-in-law beat her shoulders and neck and said:

"Young blacksmith, how long have you been in this village?"

The blacksmith stretched out his hand. The five fat fingers were like carrots, covered with traces of fire and calluses.

"Five years, that's a lot." My mother-in-law asked, "Do you like it here?"

The blacksmith was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the neat blacksmith shop.

Although some people discriminated against and were afraid of his appearance, no one questioned his skills, and the business was not a big success. However, his shop has been open for five years and has been safe and sound.

There will be no war, no void invasion, and when the rain comes, the roof will not leak.

So, he looked at Granny Baba Yajia and nodded.

"Not easy."

Grandma Baba Yaga was surprised:

"You already have nothing, why do you still like this kind of life?"

Until now, the blacksmith still hasn't said a word.

He just silently moved his gaze to the distant mountains. Baba Yajia followed his gaze and thought thoughtfully:

"That's where the void fell - that's right. Although it's terrible here, at least it's still alive."

But soon, she discovered something was wrong.

Because the blacksmith's little eyes were not looking at the vast gray mist beyond the mountains, but looking upward to the deep dark blue starry sky.

"……what is that?"

Baba Yaga asked:

"Are you looking at the sky?"

The blacksmith stared at the deep dark blue sky and did not answer for a long time.

Baba Yaga says:

"You are not rich now, you are stupid, ugly, and you are not confident yet. You are not accepted by most people and you live a hard life. You live in a remote village where no one cares about you. There is no high technology to serve your life and no knowledge. Fill your spiritual world. No one loves you and will accompany you on this journey. This world is falling apart, and this planet does not love you. You do not have any extraordinary abilities, and you do not even have the ability to change this kind of life—— Dear child, what do you rely on to maintain your boring life?"

"moon."

Grandma Baba Yaga heard the blacksmith's words for the first time, and her hazy eyes suddenly lit up.

"……What did you say?"

The blacksmith lowered his head and said shyly in a weak voice:

"I remember that I made an agreement with someone to take her to see the moon."

"What is the moon? My child."

"I don't know, I vaguely remember that it is a... clear, bright thing that entrusts thoughts and dreams. When the blazing sun falls on the horizon, there will be a clear moonlight to watch over the world in its place."

"…That sounds beautiful."

Baba Yajia was moved, and the old woman said gently:

"Although your face is ugly, everything you just described... is more beautiful than anything in this world."

The blacksmith didn't answer. He kept his knees silently, as if he was embarrassed to be praised.

"It's no big deal, kid. Listen carefully, human charm, the so-called beauty, does not come from appearance and wealth. Statues of tyrants carved from gold, no matter how many times they are erected, will be overthrown by people and covered with mud. The gentlemen and heroes we create will have people coming to renew their incense even in temples far away in the mountains and forests.”

Baba Yaga patted the blacksmith on the shoulder. She was as gentle as a mother.