Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

He Ling nodded and agreed. "Don't worry, I won't charge you if I can't beat you well. But is there a forge and iron felt in the village? If not, that would be a bit troublesome."

"Yes, yes. There used to be a blacksmith in the village, but after the incident with the demon snake, the blacksmith died of illness in the shop not long after."

"Demon snake?" He Ling asked in confusion.

However, the two villagers were already excitedly leading the way in front and didn't hear what He Ling said at all.

He Ling didn't take it seriously and quickly followed him. When he reached the edge of the village, he saw an old blacksmith shop.

There were spider webs everywhere on the beams. The forge, quenching pool and even the bellows in the house were mostly intact, but covered with dust. He Ling searched around and found an iron hammer with a broken handle in the corner, but he couldn't find the iron felt.

Two villagers helped He Ling clean out the blacksmith shop. He Ling talked about the iron felt again. The two villagers knew where the iron felt was. It turned out that the old blacksmith had no children. When he died, he could only ask someone to put the iron felt in the shop on his grave as a tombstone. His name was also engraved on it, for fear that others would forget his name.

He Ling went to get some charcoal, and the two villagers worked together to carry the iron felt back. There were indeed a few words engraved on the iron felt - Tomb of Song Dawu. The blacksmith had no children, so naturally no one could come out to stop him. He Ling didn't care. She would use it anyway, and she was not afraid that the old man would come to find her in the middle of the night.

After lighting a fire and swinging the bellows a few dozen times, the pitch-black charcoal suddenly caught fire, and flames continued to emerge from the forge. When He Ling saw that the fire was almost done, he removed the wooden handle of the hoe and threw the two pieces of iron into the forge. After they were red hot, he forged the two pieces of iron together again. After repeating this for a dozen times, he got a whole piece of iron. Then he beat it into the shape of a hoe and put it in water to cool. With a burst of hissing sounds, the prototype of the hoe was ready. The edge of the hoe had been sharpened in advance, and it only needed to be sharpened later. However, the grinding wheel in the blacksmith shop had long been missing. He Ling had to hammer it down a few times to barely smooth out the edge before giving it to the villager.

The villager's eyes lit up when he saw the brand new hoe in his hand. He originally thought that He Ling just softened the two sides and then hammered them together, but he didn't expect that He Ling had actually forged it again. The hoe in his hand was almost the same as a new one. As for the sharpness, he could just sharpen it himself later. It was not a big problem. Besides, it didn't need to be very sharp for digging. It was no problem to use a semi-finished product like this directly.

The villagers hurriedly thanked He Ling and ran back home. They not only brought a bag of rice, but also an iron pot and a kitchen knife.

He first handed the rice to He Ling, "Thank you, my dear. I, Erniu, am not someone who doesn't keep his word. I have already brought these two dou of rice to you."

He Ling took it casually. She ate a lot, so this bag of rice would probably only last her a day or two. However, she looked at the villager and said, "Give me the food. I won't take advantage of you for nothing."

The villager smiled shyly and handed the things to He Ling: a black pot with a hole in the middle, and a kitchen knife with a bent blade, full of potholes and a missing corner. The villager had obviously thought about it and brought over a piece of iron. He Ling took a few more glances at the iron block. It turned out to be a piece of pig iron. The presence of pig iron meant that there must be a mineral vein nearby. Then why did ironware seem so scarce in this village?

Although she had some doubts in her heart, He Ling did not ask. The iron ore of mortals was basically of no use to her. She came here to forge iron just to kill time and was not really interested in it.

Another villager also slapped his head when he saw it. How could he have forgotten? People must have hit other things too.

After a few kind words to He Ling, He Ling finally said that if you bring your own iron ore, large items will cost five copper coins each, and repair items will cost two copper coins each. As for those who don't have copper coins, they can use food instead. He Ling naturally doesn't need these valuables, but if there is no threshold, a large number of people will come to join in the fun, and those who really need it will be kept back.

But even so, He Ling's price was still very reasonable. At least the old blacksmith in the village didn't charge this price before.

Another villager hurried home and brought over some broken ironware. The village was not big and there were seldom any new things happening. Some curious villagers saw the smoke rising from the blacksmith shop that had been abandoned for many years, so they went to see what was going on. When they arrived, they saw a young man who was wearing casual clothes in the heat wave and didn't even break a drop of sweat. He was holding a hammer and continuously hitting the red-hot iron block on the iron clamp. After asking the two villagers who came first about the price, he hurried back to his home to get the broken ironware. Even if it was not broken, he could let the young man forge it again and it would be as good as new, which was not a loss in any way.

As time went by, the whole village knew that a new blacksmith had come to the village and that he could make things well and cheaply. Some farmers who had not even planted their fields came to He Ling and asked him to help them make things so that they could plant the fields two days later. However, the blacksmith was an outsider, and if he left at any time, he would be gone forever.

For a while, He Ling's blacksmith shop became very busy. He Ling worked from morning to night, until the moon was high in the sky. Then he finished the last piece of ironware and gave it to the last waiting villager. The villager kept expressing his gratitude to He Ling, took out a small bag of cornmeal and handed it to He Ling before leaving.

He Ling extinguished the last ray of light from the stove, stretched, looked at the bright moonlight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It seems that it is not bad to be busy occasionally."

She had been hiding in a cave without sunlight for the past six months. No matter how good her mood was, she could not avoid feeling a little bored. Moreover, she had been hiding in the cave since entering Yuxian Town. This was the first time in all these years that she had been able to enjoy the worldly life so freely. On the way home, He Ling even hummed a song.

"La, la, la, I'm a newspaper seller......"

Following a burst of silver bell-like singing, a figure was seen skipping and walking towards the moonlight. However, at this moment, He Ling still looked like a man, which inevitably made people feel weird.