Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

After the Jinjing hemp passed the inspection, Taixu Pavilion specially sent a carriage to take Chen Changfan and his family back to Yongxin Street.

Luoluo kept saying that she wanted to eat the colorful carp in the lake. Chen Changfan naturally doted on his daughter. There were at least a dozen colorful carp in the lake, and he just didn't have enough to eat.

Seeing Chen Changfan looking for a fishing rod, the driver was so frightened that he whipped the horse and hurried on, fearing that if he walked too slowly, all the fish in the lake would be caught.

Yongxin Street, blacksmith shop.

Everyone was busy working to forge a so-called "rebar".

Rebar is just a common name. In fact, it can be understood as the process of refining black cloud iron into high-carbon steel billets through carburizing technology, and then folding and forging it multiple times on this basis.

This is the truth behind the saying "steel is forged through repeated tempering".

However, the high-strength steel that Chen Changfan wants cannot be tempered a hundred times. It may need to be tempered thousands of times before the strength can be further improved.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

As the hot steam continued to gush out, the steam hammer in the blacksmith shop was raised high and then fell heavily.

On the operating table, Han the blacksmith and others looked serious, staring at the steel billets that were constantly being forged and deformed, and operating the steam hammers in an orderly manner.

The steam hammer is equipped with a second-generation steam engine. Although it is still large in size, it is very powerful. The steam hammer works tirelessly and can replace manual hammering to a great extent. Craftsmen worship this machine as if it were their ancestor.

Given the current intensity of work, if there were no steam hammers, even the strongest man would be exhausted.

"This steel billet is already a hundred times refined steel. If it continues to be hammered like this, I wonder what kind of magical weapon it will become. Why does the boss want to use this stuff to make a fishing rod?"

An apprentice was watching with envy. This hundred-fold tempered steel was a rare material, most suitable for making weapons. It could definitely cut through iron like mud and was comparable to divine weapons.

But watching this piece of "magic iron" being beaten into the shape of a fishing rod bit by bit was more painful than killing the apprentice.

"You, a young man who hasn't even fully grown all his hair, don't you know shit? The boss wants something, so he must have his reasons. In my opinion, the boss wants to practice stick techniques. You see, this is just a fishing rod, but in reality, it could be a mace."

The blacksmith next to him chuckled and even gestured a few times with his hands, as if he was really practicing stick techniques.

Boom boom boom!

The steam hammer struck for who knows how many times before it finally stopped slowly under the control of Han the blacksmith. Then the two men skillfully clamped the iron rod and quenched it again, and then they breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

"Bring me the knife!"

His subordinate handed over a sharp knife, and Han the blacksmith picked up the knife without saying a word and started chopping at the iron rod.

Keng!

Sparks flew, and a large piece of the blade of the sharp knife was broken off, while the iron rod only left a faint white mark.

Blacksmith Han smiled and said, "It's done!"

After another half a while, ten pieces of high-hardness steel lying quietly in a wooden box were brought to Chen Changfan.

The surfaces of those steel rods are covered with layers of patterns and have some bumps and depressions, which are the traces of countless forgings.

At first glance, these steel rods are actually somewhat similar to the rebar of later generations.

"It looks good." Chen Changfan nodded secretly, and then skillfully connected several steel rods together. It really looked like the iron rod of the monkey in the legend, which could poke a hole in the sky when held upright.

"The strength is decent, though still inferior to the rebar from the previous life, but it's already the pinnacle of craftsmanship in this era."

Chen Changfan held a strong steel fishing rod in his hand and stepped on hundreds of meters of golden crystal hemp fishing line, and his confidence suddenly increased.

"Now all we're missing is that century-old turtle. This is my first time seeing an old turtle making a nest." Chen Changfan laughed.

……

"What? A huge fight broke out outside Cuiyun Tower last night? Chen Changfan was nearly beaten half to death?"

When Li Xian heard the report from his subordinates, his face turned red with excitement, as if he was the one who pinned Chen Changfan to the ground and beat him last night.

"That's right. I heard that Chen Changfan even abandoned his wife and daughter and jumped into the river like a coward." The subordinate exaggerated deliberately to please his master.

Li Xian was really happy at this time.

Ever since Chen Changfan caused such a big disturbance in Difei Mountain that day, he had been so angry that he couldn't sleep.

The meteorite sand was scraped away by the other party, and even the sect's spiritual master was beaten to death. The turtle shell was cruelly peeled off, and the flesh and blood were gnawed by poisonous insects. However, he was helpless against that scoundrel. It was a shame for the sect and for him, Li Xian.

It would have been fine if I had just been beaten by the other party, but I didn't expect that the four major markets would also lose the business war.

And the defeat was even more complete. Many sect disciples went to the streets to promote their own markets, but many of them also went to Yongxin Street to play the chopping game. They were simply shameless!

"We also know if Chen Changfan is still hiding in the river. If he is really seriously injured, maybe we have a chance..." A hint of viciousness flashed across Li Xian's expression, and he made a beheading gesture.

"It's very possible, Sect Master." The subordinate said in a flattering manner.

"This boy should not be underestimated. Immediately notify Langjian Sect, Tieyi Sect, and Wushen Sect. If we join forces, I don't believe we can't kill the seriously injured Chen Changfan."

Li Xian suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He stopped the subordinate and asked, "Who was acting on behalf of Heaven last night? Have you found out?"

"This... I'll go and find out more." The subordinate was so busy running to report the good news that he forgot to find out the whole story.

"This is not important. Go and notify the other leaders first and quickly go to the river to surround and kill Chen Changfan." Li Xian was already eager for revenge.

……

Qinghe River, water and cloud stream.

This place is adjacent to a waterfall with a fast-flowing water. Below the waterfall is a deep pool of water that is bottomless.

A team of carriages and horses came to the water's edge, with Deng Qixian, the leader, carrying Tang Rui, who looked like a porcelain doll, on his shoulders.

The little girl held a candied haws in one hand and grasped Deng Qixian's hair in the other. She secretly indicated the direction along the way and led the group to the water's edge, where she finally stopped the little movements in her hands.

"Everyone, please look, the dragon energy here is extremely dense. I believe the dragon is beneath this pool of water. Now it all depends on your ability."

Deng Qixian said this while gesticulating, as if his eyes had actually been pierced by the dragon's energy.

Xing Yan and the others looked around but didn't find any trace of purple energy. They immediately pursed their lips in annoyance and said, "You said the dragon energy is here, so it's right here. This place looks deserted, how could a dragon live here?"

"No, no, look at this place, it's surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there's a source of fresh water. It's a natural treasure. If I'm not mistaken, this is where the dragon transforms into a dragon. As the saying goes, a golden scale cannot be kept in a pond..."

Deng Qixian shook his head and talked nonsense so much that the little girl on his shoulder almost fell off.