"Let's go have a meal first." Zhou Zifang led the three of them to Xingyue Tower.

After a quick dinner, the four of them went to the blacksmith's shop together.

In front of the blacksmith's shop, the blacksmith stood with his hands on his back, looking back and forth.

The blacksmith, as his name suggests, had the surname Tie (Iron) and the given name Jiang (Craftsman).

Since Gao Chong lived nearby, he sent someone to inquire about him yesterday and went directly to Gao's house.

After all, the one who hurt him was Gao Chong.

When Gao's father heard that his son had gotten into trouble again, he was disappointed in him and naturally angry.

Under the blacksmith's insistence, Gao's father was forced to agree to let his son Gao Chong become the blacksmith's apprentice in order to atone for the mistakes Gao Chong had made.

And so, the blacksmith waited eagerly for Gao Chong to arrive.

He genuinely wanted to take on an apprentice.

He has trained eight apprentices in succession, but none of them have been able to stay in the profession.

Although the blacksmith believed that most people couldn't endure the tedious work of blacksmithing,

But he was eager to take on apprentices.

If that kid dares not to come, he will definitely seek an explanation from Gao's father.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw Qiu Xu and three others arrive together.

The blacksmith squinted slightly. "It's good that you're here."

Then, he realized something was wrong. "Where's that kid Gao Chong?"

Qiu Xu approached and respectfully greeted him, "Uncle." Then he added, "He's behind me."

The blacksmith nodded, looking at the two hammers, one large and one small, in the shop, "Let me see your arm strength."

Since we're all here, let's pick two strong guys to finish up first.

After he finished speaking, he wanted to give the group a demonstration.

However, due to discomfort in his lower back, he did not lift the hammer, but only waved his hand slightly, saying, "You guys watch carefully. When swinging the hammer like this, you need to use subtle techniques and control the force yourself."

After reading it, the group nodded.

It looks like it's a very simple thing.

Zhou Zifang stepped forward and picked up the small hammer.

However, the hammer, though small in size, was quite heavy.

Zhou Zifang managed to swing the hammer, nearly throwing himself off balance. In the end, he landed hard on his backside, and the small hammer clattered to the ground.

This scene made Lin Shu and Qin Wu, who were outside the shop, shake their heads.

Their young master is really stupid.

Zhou Zifang braced himself against the ground with one hand, his face contorted in a grimace. "Why is this hammer so heavy?"

Zhao Yang couldn't help but chuckle, earning him a glare from the blacksmith. "Hmph, a weak scholar, absolutely true."

He shook his head. Among the people in front of him, Zhou Zifang was the oldest.

If he's so weak, can we really rely on the others?

At the same time, he was still angry, just like yesterday.

Zhao Yang was the second to step forward, holding a hammer, and began to work.

However, as soon as he picked up the small hammer, it became uncontrollable due to the weight on his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

As a result, several farm tools around the area also fell to the ground, causing the ground to shake frequently.

"I'm telling you, you lot, you're probably just here to cause trouble." The blacksmith's expression changed; he was looking for help, not useless people.

"I can do it." Zhao Yang refused to give up and raised the hammer again, but just as he raised it, his wrist lost its balance and the hammer tilted.

Seeing this, Qiu Xu quickly took the small iron hammer.

"Yangyang." Zhao An shook his head at Zhao Yang, signaling him not to be reckless.

He was only one year younger than Zhou Zifang, and they were about the same height.

He stepped forward and began hammering iron.

Although Zhao An was much stronger than Zhou Zifang and Zhao Yang, his arm still ached after a few blows.

However, he simply lacks exercise.

The blacksmith shook his head. "Not enough strength."

"Do I need to use more force?" Zhao An felt that he had already put in all his strength.

Blacksmith: "How can you forge good iron tools without using your strength?"