Chapter 2: Don’t engage in personality cult!

Morning.

Under the rising sun, a thin figure slowly pushed open the door of the house from outside.

Suddenly, a tempting smell of food came to my face.

High-end ingredients often need to be cooked in the simplest way.

Every day before dawn, Tang San would put the washed rice into the pot and add enough firewood. When he came back from going out for practice, the porridge in the pot was almost cooked.

Hearing the movement, Tang Lu, who was still sleeping soundly, rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.

After brushing his teeth and washing, he came to the table to sit down. At this time, Tang San had already put three bowls of porridge in it, and the rice grains in the bowl were as rare as ever.

"Dad, it's time to eat!" Tang San shouted to the inner room with his throat.

Then, the two brothers sat face to face at the table, one handsome, fair and the other pale and thin, waiting for Tang Hao to come out with big eyes.

As a motherland cub who has been passed down for 5,000 years of etiquette and culture and has been deeply influenced by nine years of compulsory education, although he is in another world at this time, he will not lack etiquette.

If the elders didn't come, no one would move their chopsticks first.

After a while, the curtain inside was lifted from the inside, and a tall figure walked over with a staggering pace.

This is a middle-aged man who looks about fifty years old and has a very strong figure.

A light yellow long skirt, a fluffy head...a broken robe and a bird's nest-like hair will always look like a sleepy look.

His beard was not taken care of for many years, and his eyes were a little dull. Due to his long-term alcoholism, a scent of alcohol spread along with his approach.

"Dad." Tang Lu shouted softly.

Hearing this, Tang Hao glanced at him gently, nodded without saying anything, grabbed the broken bowl on the table, and started drinking it in big mouthfuls.

Perhaps because there was a little inventory in my stomach, my originally sallow face turned a little rosy.

Seeing this, Tang Lu had already gotten used to it, so he picked up the porridge in front of him and started drinking it slowly.

"Dad, drink slowly, and there is still." After taking the empty bowl from Tang Hao's hand, Tang San served him a bowl again, and then he picked up the porridge in front of him and drank it in small sips.

This was the porridge I just cooked and it didn't cool down much. Tang Hao was not afraid of hot, but Tang San was obviously still afraid, so he naturally didn't dare to swallow his mouth like Tang Hao.

Soon, a large pot of porridge was eaten by three people, and 70% or 80% of them entered Tang Hao's stomach. Tang Lu and Tang San were still young, so they didn't eat much.

He exhaled a long breath and placed the bowl on the table. Tang Hao looked at Tang San with his eyes drooping. "If you have a job, you can take it first. I will do it in the afternoon and I will go to sleep for a while."

Tang Hao's work and rest time is very regular, at least that's what Tang Lu thinks.

Sleep in the afternoon, make a blacksmith in the afternoon, and drink in the evening.

Ah, the wonderful day has passed again.

"Okay, dad." Hearing this, Tang San nodded immediately.

He stood up, because he drank a lot of porridge, Tang Hao stopped staggering and slowly walked towards the inner room, preparing to go to bed and get back to bed.

"Dad." Looking at Tang Hao's shaking figure, Tang San suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao, who had just lifted the curtain of the inner room, paused slightly, turned his head and looked at him, with an expression of impatientness.

"Tell me how to imitate the iron. If I could imitate the iron, my family would be richer." Tang San said.

He and his younger brother have grown up gradually. It is the time to grow up, and the nutrients they need to obtain every day have gradually increased. If he follows the current living standards, he is afraid that his younger brother will suffer from malnutrition in the future.

It doesn't matter what he does. After all, his life was picked up, but my younger brother is different.

Furthermore, Tang San has been thinking about inheriting the iron ore at home for a long time.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, he now has the skill of making hidden weapons, but does not have the materials used to make hidden weapons. This is definitely an extremely painful thing for Tang San.

It's like an old client. You put a beautiful and fair-skinned girl in front of him, but you didn't let him touch her. The same is true.

After hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao snorted coldly. He could have heard that this kid was making trouble for life.

What does it mean if you know how to make a blacksmith, our family can live a richer life?

Didn’t I let you have enough food?

"You want to be a blacksmith?"

He looked at Tang San lightly, Tang Hao frowned, then seemed to have thought of something again, shook his head gently, and murmured in a low voice. "Blacksmith, it seems to be good."

He pulled a chair and sat down, and Tang Hao said, "Missary, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

"The blacksmith who can create magical artifacts may be the best blacksmith." Tang San hesitated.

Village elder Jack once told him that there are magical tools in this world.

"No!" Tang Lu turned his head and looked at Tang San next to him, denying his statement.

"Oh~!" Tang Hao looked up at him, his drooping eyelids slightly opened. "Does Xiao Liu know what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

"Of course!" Tang Lu said with a smile. "I think a blacksmith like my father is the best blacksmith."

Don't engage in personality cults!

Tang Hao's mouth trembled slightly. He felt comfortable in his heart when he said his youngest son, but he was silent on the surface.

"If you want to become a blacksmith and learn the forging technique with me, then use your hammer to forge it 10,000 times first, and I will teach you." He pointed at a large iron block of about fifty centimeters in the corner of the room, and Tang Hao faced Tang Sandao.

Looking at the big iron block that was not much different from his height, Tang San twitched his mouth and wanted to question Tang Hao on the spot, saying, are you serious?

But in order to inherit the iron ore at home, Tang San gritted his teeth and agreed to Tang Hao's request. "Okay, I'm willing to give it a try."

"I hope you do what you say." Tang San looked deeply, and Tang Hao picked up the iron block and put it on the stove in the next room. Tang San only needed to light the charcoal fire to forge it.

After doing all this, he shook his body and went back to sleep in the inner room. Only Tang San and Tang Lu were left at the scene.

He looked at each other in a glance. Tang San walked to the compartment to light coal, pulled the bellows beside him, and began his first ironwork.

Looking at Tang San's busy figure, Tang Lu consciously packed up the dishes, washed the pot, dishes, and chopsticks.

Regarding the situation at home, he had thought of using some experiences from his previous life to change, such as reselling goods, only middlemen making a profit of the difference, etc.

But you have to know, he is only six years old apart now!

When he was six years old in his previous life, he didn't know where to play with mud. If he acted differently than other children, how could he not be caught and sliced ​​for research?

This is not to clearly tell others that there is something wrong with you!

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