Thirteen waved his hand and smiled politely: "I dare not, I don't know how to cast it. I just used to make some farm tools for everyone in the village. At best, it can be called ironwork, and I don't need such a serious title as casting."

"Oh? So that's it."

To create agricultural tools, do you need to breathe with your exercises?

Meng Yihui said in her heart, but there is no need to break the casserole and ask to the end.

Judging from Thirteenth age, Meng Yihui guessed that he was probably the apprentice of a foundry master. He came here to learn and communicate, and perhaps saying that helping villagers make farm tools is actually a vague statement about the people and weapons of the martial arts world.

"It's time to eat~~"

Suddenly, a clear and loud voice of a woman came from not far away.

People are iron, and food is steel. Iron scheming is a heavy job. When they heard that they were going to eat, the people next to the stove quickly packed up their things, temporarily sealed the stove, and ran towards one direction, fearing that they would not have to eat if they were too late, and even Meng Xian wanted to go there.

Thirteen grabbed Meng Xian's sleeve: "Oh, ah, brother Meng, why are you not having lunch yet? But your little body competes with those rash men for food, and you will probably be thrown out."

"Eat... I've eaten... that... that..." Meng Xian stammered and couldn't put up a complete sentence. He scratched the back of his head twice in a hurry. This scratch seemed to have opened a mechanism, and his expression was as usual, and he said seriously, "If Brother Thirteenth wants to know some big workshops, of course, he still has to ask them. It happens that everyone is gathering together at lunch time. I think it's so convenient, so I have to take you over."

"Take it seriously?" Shisan was half-believing and half-doubted, with a little mockery, "Are you going to find Fugui?"

People seem to be able to open their minds to strangers, and Meng Xian didn't plan to make excuses anymore, so he said directly: "Of course... there is also this reason!"

Thirteen praised: "That's right. Whoever likes should be brave enough to say it, always make excuses to say you don't like it. If this is heard by other girls, maybe they are interested in you, but when they see you say you don't like it, they will lose interest."

In an instant, Meng Xian seemed to have realized something and said in surprise: "Hiss...yes! Brother Thirteen said it very reasonably."

"I am quite experienced in pursuing a little girl." Thirteen said proudly. It is a very fulfilling thing to guide others.

However, after seeing Meng Xian’s guidance, he was not as anxious as before. Instead, he stood there stupidly and thought about something. His eyes twitched and he pulled someone away: “Let’s go and see how your wealthy guy looks.”

"No...not my home..."

The place where you eat is a bit far from the workshop, and there is a large pool there. Everyone will wash their hands first, wipe their bodies, and then hold a bowl that is much bigger than the human face, and line up at the end of the meal-making queue.

But... there was no food waiting for them in front of the team.

Thirteen asked, "Isn't it time for dinner?"

Meng Xian explained: "Everyone works by the stove every day, and their bodies and hands must be dirty, so they will greet them in advance before meals so that they can have time to clean them so that they will not put things in the rice bucket when serving them."

"Oh, you guys are pretty particular."

"How can these reckless men care about this? These things are all demands by Fugui." Meng Xian sighed, "Fugui is so cute and careful. Why do such a good person take care of these rough men in such a place~~"

Thirteen touched the stubble: "After you said this, I became more and more curious about this wealth."

Meng Xian became inexplicably excited: "Here you come."

"What about that? What about that?" Thirteen looked around and found that there were high walls around and there were no doors at all. But this was the Meng family, so there should be a mechanism door or something like that?

However, he found that he was thinking too much!

Thirteen suddenly noticed that there was a black shadow above his eyelids. He immediately looked up and saw a huge black shadow falling from the sky, landing steadily in front of the long dragon waiting for dinner.

This way of eating is really incredible!

However, everyone seemed to be accustomed to it, and the team began to move forward slowly. Thirteen quickly moved his eyes, but the person who was making food was stopped by the strong men.

But with the size of the guy just now, the weight of the person coming should be quite large, right?

The one who is close to Zhu is Chi. After all, there are all reckless people here. Women who can live with them are probably of similar body shapes...

Meng Xian walked towards the beginning of the team with great enthusiasm, but Thirteen lost interest. It was boring to talk about people when they were watching people for dinner or talking about love.

So he simply turned around and returned to the workshop, which claimed to have a hundred stoves. Everyone sealed the fire before going to eat, so it was not as stuffy as before.

I glanced at it casually and found that it was all parts needed by tools or buildings, and there was nothing special. Going further into it was where weapons were built, the materials used looked better, and the skills of the builder were more proficient. It was just a semi-finished product and it looked sharp. It was not difficult to think of the power after the blade was opened.

But no matter how good it is, it is a bunch of iron lumps. No matter how good you look, you can't see any tricks. Thirteen just came to see the Meng family's workshop. Since you have seen it, you should leave.

The moment he turned around, Shisan saw a fire in the corner of his eyes. It turned out that the opening of a stove was not sealed, and the charcoal fire inside was still burning. There was a block of uneven iron blocks on the iron felt next to him. It seemed that they had not been processed yet, and there were still a lot of impurities inside.

Maybe that person wanted to take advantage of the meal time to make the fire burn more vigorously, and he could start work directly after he came back.

Looking at the Mars beating in the stove, Thirteen remembered something.

When Liuyun Village was just built, he did build the iron tools used in the village. He knew how to cast and wanted to try to make a magic weapon for himself.

However, after he understood the tricks, he realized that it was extremely difficult to build a top-notch weapon alone, let alone a magic weapon.

Materials, tools, crafts, environment and other conditions are indispensable.

With the material alone, many people may not be able to find excellent metal and iron in their entire lives.

It’s not that it can’t be found, but that there are only one or two treasures in the world that can be found, and it will be gone if it is used. Later people, even if their skills are better than their predecessors and do not have good materials, they can only create high-quality weapons, rather than magic weapons that can be passed down for thousands of years.

Otherwise, since the Spring and Autumn Period, why are there no other person in the world who left their names like Ou Yezi?

Inadvertently, Thirteen felt that his palms seemed to be itchy.

After walking to the iron felt in two or three steps, Thirteen picked up the iron pliers and clamped the iron block on the felt, opened the hole of the stove, and watched the iron block slowly turn red under the high temperature.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!