Douluo: When Tang San's sister plays idioms

Chapter 2 Tang Hao wakes up, Tang San learns the hammer

"What's the matter?" Tang Tang looked up at his father without fear, his tone as cold as a stranger.

"Prepare my meals at night." Tang Hao looked down at this little guy, and said as if he was ordering.

Tang Tang sneered, and didn't want to deal with this bad thing, so he turned around and left.

Tang Hao frowned, and brought Tang Tang back by her back collar.

"Reply."

"I don't, it would be nice to have porridge for you." Tang Tang hung in the air and punched and kicked hard, but couldn't touch Tang Hao at all, so he had to stop and said rather annoyed.

"I have raised you so much, and I have wronged you by asking you to cook for me?" Tang Hao recalled his actions in the past few years with a guilty conscience, and his mouth was still cold.

"What did you feed me? Did you feed me or clothe me?" Tang Tang sneered, and began to shake restlessly again, "Let go, let me go—brother!"

Tang San, who had started preparing dinner early in the morning, ran out of the kitchen when he heard the sound. Seeing Tang Hao lifting Tang Tang so high, he suddenly panicked, raised his hand to hook Tang Hao's arm and tried to press it down.

"Dad, don't be angry. Put my sister down first. My sister is still young. If she accidentally falls, something will happen."

Tang Hao looked at Tang Tangnai's fierce eyes, let out a sneer from his throat, and put her down anyway.

Tang San immediately hugged Tang Tang, who was limp and weak, and carefully stood in front of Tang Hao.

Tang San asked: "Father, what do you want to ask my sister?"

Tang Hao looked at these two faces that resembled Ah Yin and looked at him with vigilance and embarrassment. The wound in his heart was painful, but his face became colder.

"What are you asking? You two little bastards don't call you father every day when you eat, and you still ask me what do you want to ask?"

Seeing the chill in Tang Hao's eyes, Tang San pursed his lips, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart.

In the previous life, he was just an orphan who was desperate for family affection in the Assassin Sect; in this life, even though Tang Hao treated him badly, at least he had a relative.

He thought so.

But, no harm without comparison.

When his younger sister was working hard for the family, while his father was lying at home doing nothing; when his younger sister was trying to save money so that he could make new clothes for the three of them and add a dish to the family for the New Year, but his father used all the money he earned from blacksmithing to buy beer, Tang San felt more and more unhappy.

He thought it was enough to have someone who could be called a father.

But the younger sister took her to play with other children in the village. When seeing the other children's fathers protecting and disciplining their children, Tang San saw Tang Tang's envious eyes.He suddenly realized that he was also envious.

He wants a dad, and a good dad.

Tang San lowered his head not to look at Tang Hao's expression, and said calmly: "Father, since we were four years old, you have never bought us clothes, you have never cooked us a meal, my sister and I are plowing a little field at home, we are picking firewood, we are making clothes, and even the wine you bought has money from us."

Tang Hao fell silent, as if he was woken up by a basin of cold water.

In the past three years, he endured the grief and insisted on taking care of the two children, but seeing the two children's facial expressions more and more similar to those of his dead wife, he was heartbroken and chose to escape.

He escaped for three years in grief and regret, and neglected his two children for three years.

The expressions on the two almost identical little faces in front of him were also identically strange, Tang Hao's throat choked up slightly, as if seeing Ah Yin looking at him so strangely.

"After dinner, come and see me, little San." Tang Hao thoughtlessly dropped this sentence, and no longer entangled in the issue of dinner, he headed back to his room dully.

Watching Tang Hao leave, Tang San heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and grabbed his sister's hand with concern, and looked up and down worriedly.

The courage to confront Tang Hao at the beginning cooled down, and Tang Tang softened into a noodle.

"Woo woo woo... brother... I hate daddy! woo—" Tang Tang threw herself into Tang San's arms, tears welling up.

Tang San hugged his younger sister tightly, patted her on the back clumsily and gently, letting his tears wet his few clothes.

"Tangtang, don't be afraid. Although Dad is not doing well and is very fierce, he won't beat us. Don't be afraid, okay? We haven't eaten dinner yet, if we cry any more our porridge will be boiled—the dishes haven't come out yet."

Tang Tang's stomach growled, but she hadn't cried enough.

She chose to let Tang San lead the cooking.

With the long-term cooperation and the tacit understanding of the twins, the two of them are completely indistinguishable from one person in the kitchen, and quickly deal with a dinner.

Leaving a small amount of firewood in the stove to warm the remaining porridge, Tang San covered Tang Tang with a quilt before coming to Tang Hao's room.

"Father, what do you want from me? There is porridge left for you in the kitchen." Opening the door, Tang San accidentally saw Tang Hao standing by the small window, staring into the distance.

"Coming?" Tang Hao's thoughts were interrupted, and he didn't have any dissatisfaction. He brought Tang San to the forging furnace in the hall, "Come with me, I'll teach you a skill of forging iron."

As he spoke, he lit the fire and began to pull up the bellows.

"Casting iron is actually the process of forging an iron block with a hammer to remove pig iron impurities. Ordinary blacksmiths only hammer and forge with all their strength. Although this can give full play to their own strength, the rebound force will also cause a great load on themselves. If it cannot be relieved, it will greatly shorten the blacksmith's career."

"At the same time, if you only use brute force to beat, lack of reasonable guidance will also cause part of the power to be lost under the same circumstances, reducing the efficiency of the hammer forging. Come here and pull the bellows."

To briefly explain a few words, Tang Hao clamped a piece of pig iron, and with the pull of the bellows, the pig iron was slowly burned red hot.

Tang Hao took a deep breath and slammed down the hammer heavily in his hand.

When the hammer bounced high due to the rebound force, Tang Hao's body also rotated for a circle to release the force. When the hammer bounced to the highest point, Tang Hao swung it down forcefully, one hammer was faster than one hammer, and one hammer was heavier than one hammer. The iron block quickly became smaller and darker under the strong and uniform knocking.

Tang San's eyes lit up, his hands kept moving, he stared at Tang Hao's movements closely, and tried hard to engrave this method of forging iron with strength into his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the 36 hammer was swung out, and Tang Hao stood up, his face not flushing and not panting. The iron block in front of him shrank a circle visible to the naked eye, and almost all the impurities visible to the naked eye were forged out.

"Remember? If you want to reach my level, only practice makes perfect. You should practice slowly. If Tangtang wants to learn after you learn it, you can also give it to her."

Handing the casting hammer to Tang San, Tang Hao turned and went back to the room.

Three days passed quickly, and after breakfast, Tang San led Tang Tang to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.Of course, the Wuhun Hall is just a bigger wooden house here, and it is only used for Wuhun awakening.

(End of this chapter)