Chapter 21 Quickly Transmigrate! Strategies for Zeus, the Son of Viking Fortune (Part 2)
Feng Ziang took a deep breath, walked forward, and said to Hank, "Master Hank, I want to learn how to make weapons from you."
Hank stopped hammering and looked up and down at the thin boy in front of him. A smile appeared under his thick beard: "Forging weapons is not an easy job. Are you sure you want to learn it?"
"I'm sure!"
Feng Ziang's eyes were very firm, "I have to protect myself."
Hank was moved by his determination and nodded. "Okay! But before you learn how to make weapons, you have to start with the most basic physical labor."
Feng Ziang agreed without hesitation. In the next few days, he began to help in the blacksmith's shop, moving iron blocks, cleaning slag, and organizing tools... These jobs were very unfamiliar to him and very hard.
His hands were covered with blisters and his shoulders were sore, but he never complained and persisted silently.
One afternoon, Feng Ziang was moving a heavy block of iron when his foot accidentally tripped over a stone. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The iron block slipped from his hand and hit his foot.
"Ah!" Feng Ziang couldn't help but scream out in pain.
Hearing the noise, Zeus rushed over immediately. Seeing Feng Ziang sitting on the ground in pain, his face pale and his forehead covered with sweat, he felt nervous and rushed to him in two steps. He asked anxiously, "What happened to you?"
Feng Ziang bit his lip, endured the pain, and shook his head: "I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle accidentally."
Zeus didn't believe it and insisted on checking his injury. When he saw Feng Ziang's red and swollen ankle, his brows wrinkled tightly and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
He carefully took off Feng Ziang's shoes, took out a piece of clean cloth from his waist, and gently bandaged his wound.
Feng Ziang looked at Zeus's focused expression, felt the warmth from his fingertips, and a strange feeling came over him. He seemed to see the Zeus who had been gentle and considerate, the Zeus who had always been by his side silently when he needed him most.
After bandaging the wound, Zeus helped Feng Ziang stand up and said softly, "Don't be so stubborn. Take a good rest for a few days."
Feng Ziang nodded and looked at him gratefully.
However, when he limped to the blacksmith's shop the next day, Hank said sternly, "It takes a strong body and a firm will to forge weapons. How can you ever learn it if you keep fishing for three days and drying the nets for two days?"
Feng Ziang bit his lip and said nothing. He just walked silently to the stove and picked up the hammer...
The fire was burning fiercely, illuminating Feng Ziang's sweaty face.
The hammer seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand, and every swing seemed clumsy and laborious. The hot iron block could never be shaped after she hammered it again and again, and instead often became deformed and twisted due to excessive force.
"What's wrong with you?! Can't you even control the most basic strength?!" Hank's rough voice echoed in the blacksmith shop, with a hint of anger at not being able to make steel.
Feng Ziang gritted his teeth and did not argue, but swung the hammer harder. However, things did not go as he wished, the iron block in his hand seemed to deliberately go against him, deformed again, and even splashed sparks, burning his arm.
"Ah!" Feng Ziang cried out in pain, and the iron hammer in his hand fell to the ground.
"I've never seen anyone so stupid as you!" Hank threw down a rag angrily, "Wipe your sweat and take a rest!"
Feng Ziang silently took the rag and wiped the sweat from her forehead and the scars on her arms. Her heart was filled with frustration and loss, and she even began to doubt whether she could really learn to forge weapons.
"Am I really not suitable for this place?"
Feng Ziang muttered to himself, his eyes moistened. He walked out of the blacksmith shop in disappointment and walked aimlessly into the forest nearby.
The dense forest blocked out the sun, with only spots of light shining through the leaves. Feng Ziang walked aimlessly, letting the breeze caress her cheeks, trying to blow away the haze in her heart.
Suddenly, a faint groaning sound reached her ears. Feng Ziang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a furry little wolf cub lying weakly on the ground under a big tree. Its leg was injured and blood dyed the surrounding grass red.
Feng Ziang suddenly felt compassion. He approached the wolf carefully, took out clean water and clean cloth from the bag he carried with him, and gently cleaned its wound.
The little wolf cub seemed to sense her kindness and stopped struggling. It just sobbed softly and looked at him with a pair of wet eyes.
Feng Ziang bandaged its wound and comforted it softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will help you."
After bandaging the wound, Feng Ziang did not leave, but sat beside the wolf cub and gently stroked its fur. The wolf cub gradually relaxed, snuggled up to him, and licked his fingers.
As the sun sets, the golden sunlight falls on the forest, dyeing everything with a warm color. Feng Ziang looks at the little wolf cub nestled beside him, and suddenly a surge of strength surges in his heart.
"Even a weak life has the courage to survive tenaciously."
Feng Ziang whispered, "I can't give up easily. I want to face the challenge bravely like you!"
He stood up and looked firmly in the direction of the blacksmith's shop. The little wolf cub seemed to sense his determination, and struggled to stand up and followed him.
Back at the blacksmith shop, Feng Ziang walked straight up to Hank and said firmly, "Master Hank, please continue teaching me!"
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the edge of the forest, coating the trees with a layer of gold. Fengzi stood up, patted the grass debris on his body, and looked firmly in the direction of the blacksmith's shop.
At his feet, the little wolf cub struggled to his feet and limped behind him, as if silently supporting him.
A hint of surprise flashed across Hank's rough face. He looked Feng Ziang up and down and found that the confusion and loss in his eyes had been replaced by a kind of determination. He nodded secretly in his heart.
"good!"
Hank picked up a new piece of iron and put it on the stove to heat it up. "More!"
This time, Feng Ziang did not rush for success. He carefully observed Hank's movements and carefully felt the weight and rhythm of the hammer. The little wolf cub lay quietly in the corner, staring at Feng Ziang with a pair of wet eyes, as if cheering him on.
Whenever Feng Ziang felt tired or wanted to give up, he would look at the wolf cub and draw strength from its strong eyes.
As time went by, Feng Ziang's arms were covered with scars, but he never complained. He carefully learned every skill Hank taught him, and each time he swung the hammer, he became more skilled than the last time.
Finally, on a moonless night, Feng Ziang successfully created his first work - a short and powerful dagger.
The sword is straight and gleaming with cold light. The hilt is engraved with simple patterns. Although it is not exquisite, it is full of power.
“I…I did it!”
Feng Ziang looked at the dagger in his hand and almost jumped up with excitement. Hank took the dagger, examined it carefully, and smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, much better than I thought."
Feng Ziang was filled with joy after receiving Hank's approval. He turned to look at the wolf cub and found that it was also wagging its tail, as if it was happy for him.
Feng Ziang gently stroked the wolf cub's fur and made up his mind: "I will become stronger and protect everything I want to protect!"
The next day, Feng Ziang came to the village market with his dagger and a nervous mood...
The market was bustling with people and all kinds of goods were on display. Feng Ziang found an empty space, awkwardly spread out a piece of animal skin, and placed his short sword on it. Most of the passers-by looked at him curiously, but few stopped.
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