"Uncle...why don't you open the door first, and we can talk later..." Meng Fei covered his mouth and laughed.
Uncle Qin had no choice but to open the gate.
The old lady just walked into the room, rummaged in the quilt for a while, and finally found her cell phone.
"Lao Qin, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back first."
After saying that, the old lady went out. Before leaving, she did not forget to nudge Uncle Qin with her elbow, causing Uncle Qin to cry out in pain.
Seeing this scene, Meng Fei and Meng Long closed their mouths tightly, for fear of laughing out loud.
After the old lady left, Grandpa Qin forced an awkward smile and said, "Well, that little old lady just now was my square dance partner. I heated the kang a little too high a few days ago, and it burned a hole in the quilt. I wanted her to help mend it, but now, her phone is rolled up in the quilt."
Meng Fei and Meng Long nodded repeatedly, with an expression that said, "I understand~~~~I understand~~~~"
Uncle Qin saw how they were acting and realized that the more he explained, the more confusing it would become. He simply waved his hand and said, "Alright, it's almost noon now, so just have a drink here. Oh, by the way! Did you bring the wine you brought me last time? You were so stingy that you only brought one bottle last time, and I didn't even have enough to drink."
"Yes, yes, you don't have to worry about anything. I bought some food and I'll cook in a while."
As he spoke, Meng Fei walked out of the room and took down a large cardboard box from the car, which was filled with various ingredients, as well as the white wine and dried vegetables he brought.
"Hey! You are well prepared, okay, I will just have some free time today."
After entering the kitchen, Meng Fei skillfully tied an apron and started cooking.
After a while, bursts of fragrance wafted out of the kitchen.
Uncle Qin came over after smelling the aroma and curiously looked into the pot: "Oh, Xiao Meng, your cooking skills are really good, much better than mine."
Meng Fei replied while cooking: "Hey, I'm just cooking randomly, just eat it if you like it."
Soon, several dishes were served. Meng Fei opened the glass of white wine he brought, filled a glass for Uncle Qin, and then filled another for Meng Long. Since he had to start, he asked Meng Long to drink two glasses with Uncle Qin.
The three of them sat together. Uncle Qin took a sip of his wine, smacked his lips and said, "Well! Your wine is still the best, Meng boy. It's fragrant! Maotai and Wuliangye are all nonsense."
Meng Fei and Meng Long accompanied Uncle Qin as they ate and chatted about interesting things in and outside the village. They had a very enjoyable meal.
After the meal, Uncle Qin leaned back in his chair and burped contentedly: "You two boys come here often. It makes my place more lively every time you come."
Meng Fei responded with a smile: "Don't worry, uncle, we will come when we are free in the future." The sunlight shone through the window onto the three of them, reflecting a warm picture.
While chatting, Uncle Qin stretched his body, and suddenly his face changed and he said "ouch".
Seeing this, Meng Fei quickly supported Uncle Qin and asked with concern: "What's wrong, uncle? Where did you get stretched?"
Uncle Qin took a deep breath, and his expression eased a lot. He sighed and said, "Alas... this person, it's really not okay to refuse to accept old age when you are old. Just two days ago, I made a sword for you, and you swung the hammer a few times, and your body couldn't take it. My waist and legs hurt.
Alas.....I guess this ancestral craft of mine will be lost with me...
It’s really a waste of our ancestors’ craftsmanship…”
When he said this, a look of desolation flashed across Uncle Qin's face.
At this time, Meng Long's eyes lit up.
He saw the knife with his own eyes just now. With just one light cut, even a piece of the corner of the table was shaved off. This is not just a knife, it's simply a magical weapon!
Thinking of this, Meng Long hurriedly said, "Uncle! I want to learn blacksmithing from you. Do you think I can do it?"
Uncle Qin was obviously stunned. He turned his head to look at Meng Long, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
You have to know that in this high-tech society, the blacksmith industry can be said to be an industry that has been eliminated by the times.
Nowadays, if you want to buy a shovel, a pot, a spade, etc., you can just ask PDD and it will be delivered to your home in a few days. It saves time, effort, and is also cheap.
Ever since Uncle Qin felt his health was beginning to deteriorate, he has been looking for an apprentice who can inherit his skills.
His son and grandson were naturally not considered, after all, the blacksmith profession was too hard.
Not to mention whether one could swing the nearly 100-pound hammer, even the hot and sticky temperature in the blacksmith shop was unbearable for most people.
Over the years, he has selected several young men, provided them with food and lodging, guaranteed training, and paid them wages.
But they all ran away after just a few days, so Uncle Qin has not found a suitable person yet.
Now that Meng Long actually volunteered, Uncle Qin was a little surprised. He said with some excitement:
"Boy! Think carefully. This job is not something that ordinary people can do. It will be very hard."
"It's okay, uncle! I'm able to endure hardships! I've been muddled for so many years, it's time for me to live my life again! Please teach me!!"
At this moment, Meng Long suddenly bent his knees and fell to the ground with a plop.
His movements were quick and decisive, without any delay. Immediately afterwards, Meng Long put his hands on the ground and banged his forehead heavily on the ground, making a crisp and loud sound.
One, two, three times... every kowtow seemed so pious and forceful.
Uncle Qin, who was standing nearby, was completely stunned by Meng Long's actions.
His eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, and his body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
The trembling was slight at first, but as Meng Long's head hit the ground, it became more and more violent, until finally his entire body was shaking like a candle in the wind.
"Good!! Good!! Good!!!"
Uncle Qin uttered three "good" words in succession, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to see the hope for the blacksmith's future and his past self.
"Okay, kid, get up quickly. The ground is cold. From now on, this old man will be your master. I don't need to be so particular. Just learn the craft from me diligently. As for your future fortune, it depends on yourself." Uncle Qin helped Meng Long up excitedly.
Meng Long said excitedly: "Yes, sir! Don't worry, I will definitely learn the craft well! I will not let you down!"
Having said that, Meng Long wanted to kneel down again, but was stopped by Uncle Qin.
"Stop, stop, stop! Why are you still talking nonsense? It's a new era now, this is not popular anymore. In the future, just buy some good wine and food for the old man, and I won't ask you to do anything else."
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