He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 295 Jiang Lin is always Jiang Lin

In the imperial study, the old eunuch whose skin was as wrinkled as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree still looked a little eerie even under the bright lights.

"Your Majesty, we have found out that this item belongs to a fifth-rank doctor named Jiang Lin. The bow is made of ancient purple gold wood, and the bowstring is made of the tendons of fifth-rank ancient Yin-Yang rhinoceros beasts. The rare wood was given by Marshal Yu, and the tendons were sent by Zheng Qiran, the lieutenant general of the Zhenshuo camp. Cai Xingchang asked him in person, and he said it was a holy weapon."

"This man came to the Southern Blacksmith Camp 432 days ago. He was an apprentice, a formal blacksmith, a master blacksmith, an assistant blacksmith, a ninth-rank inspector, an eighth-rank supervisor, and finally a fifth-rank doctor."

"My parents are still alive, my sister Jiang Xiu, and my brother-in-law Wang Hua..."

A series of information was read out in great detail, almost revealing all of Jiang Lin's background.

"This man was a result of a deal between the Minister of Works Sun Zhongyun and Marshal Yu, and he did not make any report to the emperor. Should we summon Lord Sun?" the old eunuch asked at last.

His Majesty the Emperor stood with his back to the desk which was more than ten meters long and several meters wide, without stopping what he was doing.

The wolf-hair brush is wielded, the strokes are like flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, and the strokes are like silver hooks.

"No need to summon him. I think Jiang Lin has not yet met my requirements. Give him some more time."

"That bow..."

"It's just a holy weapon, and a long bow. It's useless to me. Keep it."

"Yes."

By the time the old eunuch bowed and left, the words on the desk had been finished.

The dragon lurks in the abyss waiting for the right time to fly, the phoenix dances in the sky reflecting the sun!
The fourteen large characters, each one as sharp as if carved with a knife or an axe, are filled with unspeakable tyranny.

Putting down the brush, the emperor who controlled the supreme power of the Daqian Dynasty chuckled: "It's quite interesting to have grown to where you are now in more than a year."

"If you can help me achieve my great cause, the whole world will be yours."

"If you can't..."

The chill penetrated the imperial court and reached the sky.

"Then I can't keep you!"

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The next day.

The blacksmiths of the South Blacksmith Camp gathered early in the morning.

It was agreed that today we would conduct selection for the expansion of the elite blacksmith team. Many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night, and now they are still energetic and full of energy.

Joining the elite blacksmith team means getting at least two or three hundred thousand taels of silver. After working hard for a few years, you won't have to worry about food and drink even if you go home and sleep on the street.

No one wanted to miss this great opportunity, and a large number of blacksmiths gathered outside the South Blacksmith Camp.

The master craftsmen from the three major blacksmith camps in the east, west and north all came, no longer caring about face or dignity.

Who wouldn't be tempted by hundreds of thousands of taels of silver? Unless you are a fool or a dead person.

They even went to the foundry specifically and tried their best to invite Yan Tianrong, Yu Maoming, and even Zhao Yankui.

It can be said that he was begging everyone for help, asking them to speak to Jiang Lin and give him a chance to participate in the selection.

How could Yan Tianrong say this? Although he was the chief officer of the Foundry Department and an eighth-rank clerk, Lord Jiang was a fifth-rank doctor!
But this is all because of the requests from my subordinates. If I don’t agree, I’m afraid it will be difficult to control them in the future.

Yan Tianrong could only push Zhao Yankui out and ask Zhao Sijiang to say a few good words for him.

Zhao Yankui ran to Jiang Lin cheerfully and said, "The steward asked me to tell him if we can give the other blacksmiths a chance to participate in the selection."

Jiang Lin looked at him and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

"Of course not!" Zhao Yankui said without hesitation: "Why should they divide up the benefits of our Southern Blacksmith Camp just like that? It's wishful thinking!"

Even though Zhao Yankui has been promoted to deputy chief craftsman for a long time, he still leans towards the Southern Blacksmith Camp in his heart.

Qi the blacksmith and the others looked at each other and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that Zhao Yankui was impartial. Given Lord Jiang's loyal character, he might not disobey his master's suggestion.

Jiang Lin said, "It's obviously not possible to directly participate in the selection. The masters of the Southern Blacksmith Camp have worked so hard for so long to get this opportunity. But after all, we are colleagues. We will see each other every day. We can't not give them any chance. How about this, as a favor to the masters, they can come to participate in the selection of the reserve team. When the elite blacksmith team needs to be expanded again in the future, we will give priority to selecting from the reserve team."

Zhao Yankui chuckled and said, "I knew you would come up with this idea. Wouldn't this drain all the talent from the blacksmith camp?"

Jiang Lin said with a smile: "Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait."

"That's true, but who is Jiang Taigong?"

"My distant uncle loved fishing, but he only caught one fish in his entire life."

"Hahaha, that's really stupid."

Zhao Yankui walked away laughing, and when he returned, he told Jiang Lin his opinion, saying, "This is the best result I can get. If it still doesn't work, forget it. Anyway, the Southern Blacksmith Camp is not short of people now."

Yan Tianrong also understood that if he asked people from other blacksmith camps to share the benefits directly, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction from the Southern Blacksmith Camp.

It would be fine if Jiang Lin wasn't here, but Lord Jiang was born here, and even after he was promoted to a fifth-rank doctor, he never left here. The involvement between them is too deep.

Yan Tianrong then turned to look at the other members of the blacksmith camp and asked, "What do you think? If you join the Southern Blacksmith Camp reserve team, you may have the opportunity to become a formal elite blacksmith in the future."

Some people gritted their teeth and agreed immediately.

Let’s get in first. I don’t believe that I can’t compete with others with my skills.

Some are still hesitant. The reserve team said there is a chance to become a regular member, but when?
At this time, the craftsman Yu Maoming said, "Lord Jiang made a deal with Marshal Yu this time to build weapons for a million-strong army. But my Daqian does not only have a million-strong border army. Are you guys crazy?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly realized.

Yes, there are only a million troops this time, but the border troops are more than a million, and there is more than one marshal.

Marshal Yu can make a deal with Jiang Lin, so why can’t other marshals do the same?
If all seven generals come to ask for weapons, how can the South Blacksmith Camp provide them with just these few people?

It is only a matter of time before the reserve team becomes a regular team. It just depends on when the other generals arrive.

If they come early, they will be promoted early; if they come late, they will be promoted late.

After thinking this through, the rest of the people had no more hesitation and immediately flocked over to join the Southern Blacksmith Camp reserve team.

Zhao Yankui immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Why are you pushing? You can join the reserve team just because you want to? You have to go through the test first. Line up and put your names on the list first. If anyone pushes in, I will throw you out!"

Yu Maoming, Zhao Yankui, Yuan Gaohao, including Yan Tianrong, had all been given Four-Directions Health Preserving Pills and Eight-Directions True Pills by Jiang Lin. Their cultivation levels had been rising rapidly, and now their lowest level was the eighth level in martial arts.

His skills were much higher than those of ordinary blacksmiths, and as a deputy master blacksmith, everyone quickly became much more obedient after his roar.

Yu Maoming looked at the blacksmiths' excited registration list, turned to Yan Tianrong and said, "Sir, maybe we should consider merging the four major blacksmith camps into one."

After today's incident, even if some individuals feel that they cannot win the competition and are unwilling to join, what does it matter?

People's hearts have been scattered. The number of people in the other three blacksmith camps combined is not as many as that in the Southern Blacksmith Camp, not to mention the talent.

Anyone with a little bit of outstanding skills has now been recruited here.

The so-called Four Blacksmith Camps are now in name only. Yan Tianrong was also thinking about this matter. When Yu Maoming mentioned it, he nodded and said, "I will go back and discuss with the teacher to see how to do it. After all, the Four Blacksmith Camps have existed for hundreds of years, and it is not something that can be changed with just a few words."

Jiang Lin didn't pay too much attention to the things here. With his master's craftsmen around, they would naturally help him handle it.

After opening the door of the Hengyu furnace and lighting the fire, Jiang Lin stuffed in 150 pieces of pig iron.

As the fire in the furnace rises, the quality of pig iron improves rapidly.

Jiang Lin did not inject the vital energy of heaven and earth. He only controlled the quality of the pig iron to a certain level and then distributed it to the people who had been waiting for a long time.

The first batch of 150 blacksmiths were all eager to try, and as soon as they got the pig iron, everyone around them immediately laughed triumphantly.

Everyone looked at it with envy. This was not just pig iron, it was clearly hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

Jiang Lin's fire-making efficiency is now astonishingly high. It won't take long to burn 150 pieces of pig iron at the same time.

If you really go all out, it won't be a problem to spend tens of thousands of dollars in a day.

This expansion of the elite blacksmith team is not limited to the reserve team, everyone can participate.

Of course, there are also people who feel that their skills are not outstanding enough and dare not sign up.

Despite this, there are still thousands of people willing to give it a try.

Together with the people from other blacksmith camps who arrived later, the number of people had reached nearly ten thousand.

Jiang Lin sat in front of the Hengyu stove from dawn until dusk, with almost no chance to rest.

The matter was not over until everyone had received the pig iron he had burned.

Even though my strength and endurance are much greater than those of ordinary people, I still feel a little tired after a day.

However, today's incident also allowed Jiang Lin to verify his fire-making skills. One hundred and fifty yuan is not the limit.

Roughly speaking, you can probably add another thirty or forty yuan.

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin saw many blacksmiths squatting under the eaves with their heads down.

Needless to say, the weapon was definitely not up to standard.

When Qi the blacksmith saw him coming out, he quickly gave some instructions to the others, then came over and said, "Master Jiang."

"How's it going?" Jiang Lin asked.

"Hundreds of people have already forged top-three-grade weapons, of which 60% are from the Southern Blacksmith Camp and 40% from other blacksmith camps. If there are only 300 people, the number is enough, and now we are just expanding the reserve team." Qi the Blacksmith replied.

Jiang Lin nodded and said, "Gather the top three weapons that have been forged and distribute them first for 200 taels of silver each."

"Yes."

At the gate of the blacksmith camp, Yan Tianrong arrived with several craftsmen driving a horse-drawn carriage.

With so many people, it is definitely not enough for Old Man Wei to cook alone.

They sent people to Kyoto early to order meals. The chefs and even the stewards were running around sweating profusely, but they didn't feel tired at all.

Although it was Jiang Lin who made the deal with Yu Shuai alone, the credit should at least go to the Foundry Department.

Yang Junchi has already said that it won’t be long before Yan Tianrong is promoted.

However, Yan Tianrong doesn't want to leave now. Although the Foundry Department is of low rank, what is the current situation?
A fifth-rank doctor is stationed there in person, and the border army commander is personally conducting the transaction. What an honor!

Looking at the 48 departments of Daqian, which department has such an honor!

I wouldn't change it even if you gave me a seventh-grade one!
After a busy period of work, some people left the South Blacksmith Camp dejectedly, while others happily joined the reserve team.

By the time we had dinner, the number of people had dwindled significantly.

Yan Tianrong, along with several craftsmen and the blacksmith who had just joined the reserve team, all ran over to toast.

The identity of a fifth-rank doctor is no longer important to Jiang Lin.

A powerful person in the divine martial realm!
The second-rank general that General Ling promised!

Yu Shuai traded with him personally!

Which one is not more presentable than a fifth-rank doctor?
How could people like us deserve the chance to drink with the Shenwu Realm? The smoke from our ancestors' graves is rising to the sky.

The group of people happily got themselves drunk and lay down for a while.

The people from the Construction Department and the Forestry Department were eating and drinking silently on the edge, but they felt very unhappy.

They are all one of the forty-eight departments. How come the Foundry Department, which was originally ranked last, suddenly became popular?

It's outrageous that a mere blacksmith could earn hundreds of thousands of taels of silver by forging weapons.

There is nothing much to do in the Construction Department and the Forestry Department. I should have come to the Blacksmith Camp to be an apprentice earlier.

Unfortunately, everyone has their own expertise and it's like a mountain between two different professions. It's probably too late to change careers now.

Zhao Yankui sat drunkenly beside Jiang Lin, holding a jar of wine. He burped and said with a silly smile, "I told you... you can do it. You will definitely do it! When you said that the Casting Division would return to the top of the forty-eight divisions, I, your master, believed you, and it worked! Burp..."

Jiang Lin smiled, took the wine jar from his hand, patted his back gently to calm him down, and said, "You haven't become the number one yet."

"Why didn't it work? Look at our Southern Blacksmith Camp, we're number one!"

Jiang Lin naturally knew that he was drunk and did not argue.

It’s not now, but it will definitely be in the future.

Zhao Yankui grabbed Jiang Lin's arm. Although he was drunk, his tone was very serious: "As your master, the most amazing thing in my life is that I have a disciple like you."

Jiang Lin nodded gently and said, "I am most fortunate to have a master like you."

Without Zhao Yankui's protection and help in the early stage, Jiang Lin would probably be in trouble.

Although Zhao Yankui might not be as desperate to protect his own people as Liao Mingxu and other border soldiers, but from the perspective of a blacksmith, he has done a good job.

The kindness is as high as a mountain, Jiang Lin will never forget it.

After helping Zhao Yankui to rest, Jiang Lin stood up and looked around. Almost everyone was drunk and only a few could stay sober.

He walked among the crowd, and if he saw someone who had drunk too much and passed out, he would help them breathe smoothly to prevent them from choking to death on vomit.

Among the very few sober people, there was Qi the blacksmith.

Watching Jiang Lin walking around and inspecting, he couldn't help but think of the young boy who was still young more than a year ago, also inspecting the blacksmith shop in the same way.

Close the stove door, clean up the remaining fire, and do things that others are unwilling to do.

Now he is a fifth-rank doctor, but some things seem to remain unchanged.

No matter how far he can go in the future, Jiang Lin will always be Jiang Lin.

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