Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

In the morning light of Pelican Town, Sean's farm welcomed a rare guest.

Clint, the blacksmith from Pelican Town, visited Sean's farm for the first time. His purpose in coming was to borrow the processing workshop on the farm.

Not long ago, Clint received an order. The craftsmanship and equipment requirements for the item were so high that even he, a self-proclaimed master blacksmith, felt a little tricky.

After failing to forge several embryos in a row, due to the limitations of hand forging, he was unable to complete the shaping of the embryo within the specified time limit and had to temper it multiple times, resulting in inconsistent overall strength of the material.

He, who had always admired manual forging, had to bow to reality and began to seek help from modern power equipment.

After asking around, I finally found Sean.

"Brother Sean, I'm here to visit you without any prior notice because I want to ask you for help with something." Clint stood at the gate of the farm, with a barely perceptible urgency in his voice. He rubbed his big hands covered with thick calluses and spoke.

Sean looked up and saw Clint wearing a thick leather apron, with mottled marks on it that recorded countless collisions of iron and fire.

His arms were particularly strong and sturdy from years of forging, his face was dark and greasy from being burned by the fire for a long time and not being taken care of, his thick beard was like an untrimmed forest, which concealed his true age and his slightly plump body.

Mature and honest.

In fact, this seemingly weathered blacksmith had just turned 30. Whenever someone learned his real age, they would widen their eyes and then try hard to hide their surprise in embarrassment.

After learning about Clint's needs, Sean agreed to his request without any hesitation. After all, Sean had asked him to help make his shield and chain axe before.

"You can use everything here, just like you are at home." Sean readily led Clint to the processing workshop on the farm.

After opening the rolling door and giving a few brief instructions, Sean turned and left, leaving Clint alone.

Clint looked around, his eyes finally falling on the modern mechanical equipment.

He walked to the power hammer, pressed the button gently, felt the powerful impact, and admired it in his heart.

"Have I really fallen behind the times and become a stubborn old antique?"

With this thought in mind, he lit the furnace, took out the blacksmith tools that had accompanied him for many years from his toolbox, and began the intensive forging work according to the drawings.

With the help of modern equipment, the manufacturing efficiency has indeed increased exponentially, and the embryo was completed within the limited time.

Regardless of the sweat on his forehead, he immediately picked it up with tongs and put it into the sink beside him for quenching.

With smoke curling up and bubbles sizzling, Clint concentrated on observing the embryo in the sink, not daring to slack off for the moment.

After 30 seconds, Clint immediately took out the embryo and put it into the furnace for tempering to eliminate the stress caused by the sudden drop in temperature gradient caused by quenching.

After doing this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and took the embryo out of the furnace to let it cool naturally.

While waiting, he wiped the sweat from his arm, and the sweat dripped down his arm. He looked around for a dry towel and accidentally caught a glimpse of a notebook on the workbench next to him.

At first, I just glanced at it out of curiosity, but then I was deeply attracted by the strange technology recorded there.

Things like "twisting Damascus", "taking correction fluid and napkins out of cans", and "making stacked Damascus with rusty nuts" were like a whole new world for him, and he was stunned.

This note was compiled by Sean himself based on the amazing operations in the sword-forging competition in his previous life, and was deliberately placed here to wait for Clint to take the bait.

Even this difficult forging task was commissioned by Sean to Clint.

After all, the series of technological products rewarded by the sacred tree require a technician to realize, and Clint is his target, and his technical ability is absolutely strong.

According to Sean, as a blacksmith, he not only possesses excellent forging skills, but also has achievements in locksmithing, milling and welding. If he abandons the old ideas and makes further progress in CNC machine tools, he will be a natural "mechanical processing master".

Sure enough, at dusk, when Sean stepped into the workshop again, what he saw was Clint studying his notes intently.

When Sean's footsteps sounded and he appeared in front of Clint, at that moment, his expression was like a student who was caught playing with his mobile phone during evening study by the head teacher.

A burly man with a red face looked at a loss, giving off a contrast of a rough man and a flower.

Sean suppressed his laughter and began to explain the origin of the note to Clint.

Whenever there is a problem, throw it to grandpa first. This old man is quite legendary in the town. No matter what happens to him, the townspeople will express their understanding with a smile.

Sean originally planned to give this forging notebook that he had racked his brains to directly to Clint for research, hoping to win his favor through this kindness and then guide him to join his plan.

However, the development of things was beyond Sean's expectations.

"Clint, I don't understand the contents of this notebook either. If it can help you, I'll give it to you to study."

"This... this is too valuable, I can't accept it." He stared at the notebook, frowned slightly, and rubbed his rough palms unconsciously, looking a little uneasy.

"Why? This is just a little gift from me." Sean asked in confusion as things didn't go as he planned.

Clint took a deep breath, his eyes revealing an indescribable persistence.

"Sean, you know that in our industry, skills are passed down from master to apprentice, and accumulated bit by bit. It is a great honor to be recognized by the master and learn the most core technology. Although I am not talented, I also know the importance of it. The content in your notes must be the life's work of your grandfather. How can I accept it without any merit?"

As he spoke, he stood up and gently pushed the notebook back in front of Sean. His hands were covered with thick calluses from years of blacksmithing, but at this moment they looked particularly solemn.

"Besides, I secretly read your notes, which was my fault. I can't take advantage of you because of my mistake. If you really want to help me, let me do something for you, so that I can feel at ease."

Sean looked at Clint's sincere and determined eyes, and felt a little emotional.

If only there were more people like Clint in the world.

Faced with such an honest person, Sean didn't want to beat around the bush any more.

"Clint, I admire your persistence. How about this, let's try another approach. I can lend you this notebook for research temporarily, but the condition is that you must promise me that you will do your best to help me build things in the next period of time. What do you think?"

Clint heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Sean, I accept your proposal! I will do my best and live up to your trust!"

In this way, Sean and Clint reached a temporary agreement. He used a note in exchange for Clint's full cooperation, while strictly keeping the items he forged confidential.