Chapter Thirteen: The Thousand Forged Tungsten Steel Hammer
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"Wulin, here you are!" A young man in his twenties, tall and strong, greeted Tang Wulin.
"Long Ge," Tang Wulin asked with a smile, "What mission did Master assign us today"
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Long Ge laughed, "But there are quite a few. You can go and see for yourself in your room. Get up, I'm even a little jealous of you! How old are you This workload is catching up to me already." Forging is diligent work, the more you do, the more income you naturally get.
Tang Wulin chuckled and said, “How could I compare to you My teacher still won’t let me forge large parts.”
Long Ge said, "That's to make your foundation more solid. Alright, go quickly, or you won't be able to play today."
Meng Studio actually consists of only three people: Meng, Long Ge, and Tang Wulin. Long Ge was originally Meng's only disciple, but after Tang Wulin arrived, he became the second one. He started calling Meng "Teacher" three years ago during his second visit here.
Meng was a very strict teacher with high demands. But she taught very seriously. Many times Tang Wulin felt that he learned far more here than at the academy.
Everyone has their own workshop. Meng from outside takes some forging mecha parts jobs and then distributes them. Simple ones are given to Long Ge and Tang Wulin, while complex ones he handles himself.
There is a dedicated learning time each week, where teaches them hands-on. The remaining days are spent completing tasks assigned by . The more you do and the better you do, the higher your income.
Tang Wulin arrived at his own forging room. Unlike the messy living room outside, this place was very clean and tidy, all thanks to his own efforts.
There were already some raw materials on the forge, and there were blueprints next to them.
When he first came here, Man told him to hammer iron for three whole months, just teaching him the techniques of hammering and using his strength. Every two hours, that was a truly fiery period.
With continuous practice, Tang Wulin’s already not weak strength was still growing, and his Hammer gradually grew larger. After three months, he began to engage in some simple metal refining work. A year later, he started making the simplest parts.
Until half a year ago, he had only been forging small-sized parts. But Meng was even stricter with him than with Long Ge. However, Tang Wulin seemed to have a special kind of resilience in his personality. In the three years he'd been here, he had never complained once.
After taking a serious look at the blueprints, he understood what his task was: ten joints. These were the ankle joints of a mecha, spherical in shape. If they were cast, it would only take two stamping processes to complete them. But for forging, the requirements were much higher.
Forging is also divided into many levels. Generally, it is mostly hundred-fold forging. So-called hundred-fold forging means that every part of a component must go through hundreds of times of forging to be completed. There are even higher levels, such as thousand-fold forging.
The more times a metal is forged, the fewer impurities it will have. Of course, it must be of good enough quality to withstand the pressure brought by forging thousands of times. As for parts forged a thousand times, Tang Wulin can't make them yet, and there are very few such jobs.
With practiced hands, he pressed the buttons on the forging platform. The anvil in the center split open, revealing the forge beneath. Tang Wulin fixed a piece of metal into the groove beside the forge and pressed another button, sending it into the fiery heart.
Two black, gleaming iron sledgehammers fit into his hands. These two hammers were about the same size as the ones he had used when he first arrived here for testing. For forging large parts, this size of hammer was most suitable.
But, the pair of iron hammers in his hand was a gift given to him by Meng when he first arrived here a year ago. Meng personally crafted these thousand-forged tungsten steel hammers, each weighing eighty jin. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift them. But now, held in Tang Wulin's hands, it felt effortless.
Under the intense heat of the forge, the metal quickly turned red hot. Tang Wulin held his right tungsten steel hammer on the groove, and with his left tungsten steel hammer striking from above, he clamped the metal out.
The tungsten steel hammer swung rapidly in both hands, a series of "clanging" sounds rang out, marking the beginning of the forging.
Forging is an art, not just a skilled trade. Tang Wulin told him when he first started learning that to become a qualified blacksmith, one must use their brain. During the hammering process, they need to judge the metal's texture and properties through vibration and changes in the metal itself. Only by mastering these can truly forge masterpieces.
Tang Wulin had an excellent aptitude for this. Unbeknownst to him, when Meng sent him these tungsten steel hammers, it signified that he was now a formally recognized blacksmith.
Every month, his income wasn't much. He would consistently put aside a sum of money, leaving some to spend on his sister, and the rest went to Langyue to help with household expenses.
He is only nine years old now, but three years of training have made him much more mature, both mentally and in character, than other children his age.
For two whole hours, as the last piece was hammered into shape under the furious assault of Tang Wulin's steel hammer, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. He grabbed a towel nearby and wiped the sweat from his brow. Looking at the ten gleaming joint parts before him, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Having grown accustomed to forging, he also came to enjoy this work. Every swing of the hammer striking metal was a particularly exhilarating release. Moreover, occasionally during the process, he would enter a special state, something quite peculiar. It was as if he resonated with the struck metal and the hammer in his hand. And whenever this happened, the parts he produced would be exceptionally fine, even causing Meng, with his normally cold demeanor, to offer praise.
"Teacher." Tang Wulin was just about to hand in his work when he discovered that Meng had already arrived in his forging room at some point.
Mango first walked up to the forge and looked at his work. He nodded, then handed him a stack of banknotes. "This month's wages. You did well."
"Thank you, Teacher," Tang Wulin beamed with delight. He eagerly took the banknotes and tucked them away in his pocket. His excitement was evident as his face flushed red, but he couldn't help but clench his fist and pump it excitedly.
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Máng looked at him with some confusion, "Every time I got paid before, I didn't see you this happy"
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Tang Wulin took a slightly hurried breath and said, "Teacher, I have enough money to buy a soul spirit."
He was taken aback and moved slightly, saying, "Are you... your Martial Soul has already reached level ten"
Tang Wulin nodded. "It should be almost done."
"It's rare to see a smile like that," he said with encouragement, "Keep going."
"Teacher, I'll go back first then." Tang Wulin packed the finished parts into the box and dashed out.
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Looking at his back, Man's smile couldn't help but deepen. "Finally, this kid looks a little like a child. It's a pity that his martial soul is only Blue Silver Grass, no matter what his spirit is, I'm afraid it will... However, this is also my luck, in forging, this child has the potential to inherit my mantle."nt of him, including his flames 。In the next instant, his fists clenched and then flew out simultaneously. 。At this moment, Akisama's armor had completely covered him. And Gen Ei-yaki's fists hammer...