Chapter 371 The Hu Family and the Taoist Priest

Originally, Mr. Cui didn't want Ye Suifeng to repair the bellows.

The bellows are made of special wood, and there is not much left. This guy is clumsy, so if he breaks it, it will need to be remade.

However, Ye Suifeng was very persistent, and Old Man Cui couldn't persuade him and could only sigh.

Forget it, at worst I can just get a new one.

He stood aside, watching Ye Suifeng squatting on the ground and playing the drums.

But as I watched, I was attracted to it.

The way Ye Suifeng repaired the bellows was completely different from what he knew before. There were not too many delicate parts, but instead several large parts were carved out and then combined together in a clever way.

When the bellows is formed, it looks natural and if you don't pay attention, you can hardly see the gaps.

"Try it."

Ye Suifeng placed the bellows in the right position and pulled it a few times.

Along with the sound of wind, a large amount of fresh air entered the stove, and the flame that had been gradually extinguished instantly rose again, even more vigorously than before.

Moreover, it seems that the force used is much smaller.

"Haha, I'm not kidding you, I can really fix it."

Ye Suifeng smiled.

Back then, he relied on his terrifying divine consciousness to browse through a vast amount of knowledge, which was deeply engraved in his memory.

As for the ingenuity, that's of course not a problem.

Old Man Cui was still somewhat skeptical. Could it be that this seemingly frail young man was not only very strong, but also knew some tricks?

He stepped forward himself and tried to pull the bellows a few times.

The flying flame and the smooth operation finally convinced him.

This boy is extraordinary.

Old Man Cui stood up, looked at Ye Suifeng for a while, and suddenly said, "Little brother."

"Are you interested in being an apprentice in my blacksmith shop?"

Ye Suifeng was stunned.

Does this old man Cui feel a sense of appreciation for talent?

“No, no.”

Ye Suifeng waved his hands repeatedly, then said with a smile: "To be honest, you can't teach me."

"I have quite some experience in ironwork."

This was a bit of an understatement. In fact, if Ye Suifeng said that he was second, no one would dare to put themselves in the first place.

But it sounded different to Mr. Cui.

"Little brother, you are too arrogant."

He snorted and said, "Don't think that blacksmithing is a dirty and tiring job. There are many tricks to it. You are so young and you still have a lot to learn."

Ye Suifeng did not refute him. There was no point in arguing about such things. If one really wanted to bully and attack a mortal, he would have no dignity left.

"So, you should think about it again."

Mr. Cui did not completely give up this idea.

For the next half month, Ye Suifeng temporarily lived in Old Man Cui's house.

Mainly to get used to the current way of speaking, and the text that has gone through changes over the years.

In my spare time, I would help to light the fire, and occasionally I would also play the role of a receptionist in the front yard.

The villagers of Tanggu Village also gradually became familiar with Ye Suifeng.

Sometimes, he would go out to help his neighbors, carrying bags of food and so on.

The extraordinary power made the villagers look at him sideways.

It even earned a unique title.

Ye Dali.

"Big brother."

A little girl of about twelve or thirteen came to Ye Suifeng holding a piece of cloth more than one meter long.

"My brother's sword doesn't work anymore, can you make a new one for us?"

She unwrapped the cloth bag and found a broad hunting knife inside, but the blade was obviously bent.

"Niwa, leave it alone for now. Lao Cuitou has gone up the mountain. I'll talk to him when he comes back."

Ye Suifeng sat in the front yard, holding a yellowed book in his hand and flipping through it casually.

This is a biography that tells the story of the Hu family, a legendary family in the forging industry.

A lot of the content is nonsense, Ye Suifeng just uses it to learn to read.

"Brother Dali, you can actually read. That's amazing."

Niva came forward and said with a smile.

Ye Suifeng glanced at her, said "oh" casually, and started reading again.

After a while, Niwa said again: "Brother Dali, how about you build it for me?"

The leaves sway in the wind.

"I can't."

"Just give it a try!"

Niwa smiled and said, "I think Dali can definitely do it!"

Ye Suifeng closed the book helplessly.

Similar situations have occurred several times in the past few days.

Who can blame him for having fair skin, being handsome, and having a particularly energetic look?

The little girls in the village all came closer to him intentionally or unintentionally.

This is the trouble of being handsome!

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

Ye Suifeng said: "But once you've finished beating it, you should quickly return it to your brother."

Niva was beaming with joy.

"Um!"

A moment later, a fire was lit in the front yard. Ye Suifeng held a hunting knife in one hand and a hammer in the other, and the sound of "bang bang" was heard continuously.

I have to say, the sight of a young man so handsome that he could be described as beautiful lifting a heavy iron hammer weighing several dozen kilograms effortlessly is indeed very shocking.

Niwa was enjoying the show with her chin in her hands.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Ye Suifeng to complete the forging.

A brand new hunting knife appeared in front of Niva, with a cold glow on the blade.

"Okay, let's go back."

Ye Suifeng wrapped up the hunting knife and handed it to her.

"oh..."

Although Niva wanted to stay a little longer, she couldn't go back on her word since she had already made the promise.

But at this moment, a young man about the same age as Ye Suifeng walked over.

He has a strong build and looks like someone who is not someone you want to mess with.

"Nizi, why haven't you sent the hunting knife in yet?"

The young man said.

"Brother, it's already been forged."

Niva handed the cloth strip to the young man and then emphasized something.

"Brother Dali forged it for you!"

The young man frowned and glanced at Ye Suifeng who was reading leisurely, with doubt in his eyes.

Ye Dali also knows how to exercise?

Then he untied the cloth strip, and the gleaming blade immediately made his eyes light up.

He has been using knives for a long time and can tell at a glance that this new hunting knife is absolutely extraordinary!

Looking at Ye Suifeng again, the young man seemed to want to come over to ask something, but in the end he did not come over and left with Niwa.

After the young man left, Ye Suifeng put down the book and looked thoughtful.

"Is this the person specially trained by the Taoist priest?"

Old Man Cui once said that the Taoist priest who saved the village also selected a group of young people for special training, and the effect was quite good.

"He doesn't look unusual. Maybe he's just an enthusiastic practitioner."

Ye Suifeng shook his head and continued reading.

He had no intention of taking the initiative to contact the Taoist priest. Once he became completely familiar with the language and writing, he would leave here and walk out of the mountains.

There will be no intersection between the two sides.

When it was almost dark, Old Man Cui finally came back from the mountains, carrying a heavy backpack.

"Big brother."

Arya shouted loudly from a distance.

Mr. Cui always takes Erya with him whenever he goes out, as if he only feels at ease when he has her by his side.

After entering the front yard, Mr. Cui suddenly frowned.

"Have you touched the stove?"

Ye Suifeng raised his eyebrows. This guy is really too sensitive.

"Yeah, since you guys didn't come back, I baked two sweet potatoes for you to eat."

He didn't tell the truth to avoid further questioning.

Mr. Cui was skeptical, but finally gave up asking further questions.

In the evening, several people enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, all of which was game, and it was very good.

"Lao Cui, do you have any other books at home?"

After dinner, Ye Suifeng asked.

Old Man Cui was stunned.

"Have you finished reading the book Forging Legend?"

Ye Suifeng nodded.

Mr. Cui said, "You should take a closer look. It talks about the history of the Hu family."

Ye Suifeng curled his lips.

"The family that boasts about everything is over."

Mr. Cui's eyes suddenly widened.

"You don't know the Hu family?"

"That's a myth in the forging world!"

Ye Suifeng was stunned. Is he really that powerful?

"You don't even know about the Hu family, and you still dare to say you know how to forge?"

"Now I'm beginning to doubt whether you are from the city!"

Old Man Cui became very emotional.

Afterwards, after Ye Suifeng's further questioning, he realized that the Hu family was indeed extraordinary.

I heard that the ancestor was an unimaginable existence, who later branched out and became famous all over the world, from the cultivation world to the common people, everyone knew him.

The Hu family can be said to have contributed more than half to the development of the forging industry to where it is today.

"Humph, if you really don't believe it, go to Siqing City outside the mountain."

"My senior brother is an apprentice of the Hu family branch!"

He took out an iron ID card and handed it to Ye Suifeng.

Ye Suifeng took a look and found out Mr. Cui’s real name.

Cui Shijie.

Such a funny name...

"Once you meet him, you'll understand that there is always someone better than you."

Mr. Cui said.

Ye Suifeng took the ID card and thought that if it was convenient, it would be okay to go and take a look.

Who are the Hu family?

...

Another ten days passed, and Ye Suifeng had already roughly understood the language, writing, and contemporary cultural etiquette.

Without consciousness, things become slow. Before, it was just a matter of thought.

However, this learning process is actually quite fun.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Ye Suifeng prepared to leave Tanggu Village in the next two days.

But just when he was about to leave, an uninvited guest came to the blacksmith shop.

"Young man, did you make this hunting knife?"

Ye Suifeng raised his head.

A skinny Taoist with a mustache and wearing a tattered Taoist robe stood in front of him.

The sword in his hand was the one that Ye Suifeng had made for Brother Niwa a few days ago.

Ye Suifeng frowned slightly.

There was a very strong smell of blood on this Taoist priest.

And there is a hint of evil in it.

"Why do you know this forging method?"

The Taoist asked again.