Fu Shiyi glanced at the stove and saw a large iron pier standing next to him.

There were two hammers on the iron pier, one big and one small.

She picked up the iron pliers and clamped the square iron into the stove. Seeing that it was already burning red, she pulled it out and moved it to the large iron pier. She held the sledgehammer in her left hand and the iron pliers in her right hand, and raised the sledgehammer high and smashed it down hard.

"clang"

Fang Tie made a crisp sound,

But the sledgehammer did not leave any traces on it.

Fu Shiyi tilted his head and couldn't help but wonder. She was born with great strength, and the strength of the three adult men was not as good as hers, but now this Fang Tie was safe and sound.

"Is that hard?"

Fu Shiyi muttered.

She raised the hammer high again. This time she did not retain her strength, but used all her strength to smash it down heavily. With a crisp "clang" sound, sparks flashed in an instant, and Fu Shiyi looked at the big iron pun with hope.

But I saw that Fang Tie was still not damaged at all.

"What kind of iron is this? It's so hard? Could it be that I didn't burn enough time in the big stove?"

Fu Shiyi didn't believe in evil and put Fang Tie back into the large stove. In order to ensure that the temperature in the stove was enough, she quickly pulled the bellows, and the wind entered the stove, and the flames in the furnace rushed straight.

"Dangdangdangdangdang"

The sound of irons thundering was heard in the hut one after another.

But she had tossed all day.

There was still no trace left on Fang Tie, and Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. At this time, the sun had already set off the mountain without realizing it, and it would be dark if he didn't go back.

The fire in Fu Shiyi's stove was extinguished.

Clean up the beginning and end.

After leaving the hut and waiting for a while, she still hadn't seen Grandpa Zhang come back, so she took a piece of black charcoal, wrote a line of words on the ground in the room, and then left reluctantly.

Never go back.

My sister should be anxious.

On the way back, Fu Shiyi recorded the route carefully. As soon as she reached the top of the mountain, she saw a figure standing there from a distance. Fu Shiyi ran over in two steps:

"elder sister!"

"Damn girl!"

Meiya couldn't find the thatched hut, and she waited here in the afternoon: "When I went out in the morning, I didn't know if I could say "Leave the line" and let the person slip away. You just saw that you grew up and didn't listen to me, right?"

Meiya was nagging.

While lifting the cloth on the basket on his right hand, he took out the white bread and handed it to Fu Shiyi:

"Give it, fill your stomach first."

"Thank you sister!"

Fu Shiyi smiled sweetly, took the steamed bun, took a big bite, and said it was strange that she had made a thunderous iron in the thatched hut all day, but she didn't feel hungry at all. This was amazing. Fu Shiyi muttered in his heart, but he didn't raise it in front of Meiya, so as not to worry:

“Eat slowly, eat slowly.”

Seeing Fu Shiyi eating voraciously, Meiya shook her head helplessly and said, "Can you look for Grandpa Zhang today?"

The two sisters rushed home while talking.

The second day.

After Fu Shiyi woke up, he thought that he would go up the mountain at home, but Meiya, who was in the same room as her, also got up the moment she got up:

"I'm not at ease when you are a girl and you go up the mountain alone."

Meiya squinted her eyes.

I went to the kitchen to tinker for a while. After Fu Shiyi was washed and cleaned up, she had prepared two bowls of noodles, and Fu Shiyi's bowl, with a poached egg on it:

Fu Shiyi saw the tomato and egg noodles and felt a lot of appetite. He said for a moment:

"My sister's skills are getting better and better, but Brother Wuyi has gained a big advantage!"

Brother Wuyi is Meiya's fiancé.

They were less than six years old and got married. If Meiya hadn't insisted on staying at home for a few more years, their children would have crawled all over the floor.

"You dying girl, you can't even block your mouth."

Meiya is rarely shy, but a faint sadness flashes between her eyebrows.

Meiya sent Fu Shiyi to the top of the mountain, and Fu Shiyi refused to let her send her. Meiya still had a lot of work to work at home, but Meiya was still not relieved:

"You remember to give the apprentice ceremony to Grandpa Zhang in this basket, and you must eat lunch. You have to go home before the sun sets, do you know?"

"I understand, I understand!"

Fu Shiyi waved his hand and ran towards the thatched hut with a basket. However, although she was a little impatient, her heart was warm.

Even though I depend on my elder sister in this life.

Life is a little harder.

But she felt a kind of maternal love from her elder sister. This was something she had never experienced before, so she cherished it very much. Thinking that when she learned to make a blacksmith, she would open a blacksmith shop in the town, and then buy a big house that can be used in three places and out, and buy a few houses to let her elder sister live a life of food and clothing without worries.

Thinking about it makes people excited!

"Grandpa Zhang, I'm here!"

Before she arrived at the thatched hut, Fu Shiyi shouted from a distance, and when she entered the house, she found that Grandpa Zhang had not come back:

"Strange, where did Grandpa Zhang go?"

Fu Shiyi muttered.

He folded the branches he picked up on the road and embedded them into the wall. Then he hung up the apprenticeships that Meiya prepared for her. After finishing her work, she clapped her hands and rekindled the fire.

After the fire in the stove is strong.

She put Fang Tie in with pliers and burned it red before she got it on the big iron pier. With yesterday's experience, when Fu Shiyi hit the iron again, he no longer tried hard, but paid attention to the feeling that Fang Tie vibrated when he went down every hammer.

Spring goes and autumn comes.

It has been a year since Fu Shiyi traveled to and from the thatched hut.

Meiya sent Fu Shiyi to the top of the mountain with a familiar way. She looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky and said with a distressed heart: "Shiyi, can't you really go to Grandpa Zhang's place after this winter?"

Fu Shiyi shook his head.

In fact, Grandpa Zhang hasn't come back this year.

However, he didn't want his sister to worry, so he lied that Grandpa Zhang taught her how to make a blacksmith every day. She watched her sister go down the mountain before walking towards the thatched hut.

This year's ironwork.

She still failed to leave traces on Fang Tie.

However, she felt that she was getting more and more energetic, and her five senses became much more sensitive. She had confidence that she would be able to forge that piece of success soon.

Entering the thatched hut.

Fu Shiyi was familiar with ignition of the large stove and pulling the bellows, she closed her eyes and carefully sensed the fire. When she felt that the temperature was just right, she quickly put square iron into it and then blindfolded her eyes.

Swing the sledgehammer.

It seemed slow, but it actually hit the square on the big iron pier very quickly and accurately. Although Fu Shiyi was blindfolded, he could hit a certain position on Fang Tie every time.

She hammers every time.

Fang Tie shook the whole side, and Fang Tie, who had not changed at all, was changing little by little under her hands.

Grandpa Zhang lifted the curtain and entered the house.
Chapter completed!