Farming in the Magical World

Could it be that guy who got married before?

Was it called Iron Hammer? He couldn't quite remember!

Sure enough, he looked in the distance following the sound and saw a muscular man covered in sweat, hammering something on an anvil. Who else could it be but a hammer?

At this moment, Iron Hammer was obviously busy. There was a fire burning on the stove next to him, which made him sweat profusely. His bare upper body looked as if it had been coated with a layer of oil.

But what is that thing in the kid's hand? Is it his tool? Lanny rubbed his eyes in disbelief!

The man holding the hammer was a huge hammer, which Lanny roughly estimated to be about the size of a small melon.

Is this thing used for blacksmithing? Isn't this a golden mace, or an enlarged version of a golden mace? Judging by its size, it must weigh almost ten pounds, right?

What a strange world! A blacksmith wielding a golden mace to forge iron—Lanny couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about it!

Seeing that the other person was busy, Lanny didn't want to disturb them. After watching for a moment, he turned to leave.

After all, there was a misunderstanding before, so it wasn't really appropriate for me to go there.

But Iron Hammer had already spotted him and called out from afar, "Master, what brings you here?"

Hearing the other person's greeting, Lanny couldn't just leave, so he had no choice but to go over.

Hammer was overjoyed at Lanny's arrival, dropping his hammer and smiling as he came out to greet him.

"Hey, Iron Hammer, I remember you're getting married today, why are you still working?"

He found it strange that Iron Hammer was still working today. He didn't understand the wedding system in this world and didn't know what was going on.

"hehe... ..."

Iron Hammer wiped the sweat from his face, smiled憨厚ly, and then explained, "It's settled, it's settled. Karina moved into my house early this morning. People in the village aren't picky, so it's fine for her to move in."

This guy was clearly very happy; his mouth was practically stretched to his ears.

"Haha, congratulations again on your marriage! Now that you have a wife, you'd better work hard!"

For some reason, Lanny blurted out the rhetoric from another world, and only after he finished speaking did he realize it, and for a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Fortunately, Iron Hammer obviously hadn't drunk too much of this kind of chicken soup and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he grinned again and nodded happily.

"By the way, what's wrong with the villagers today? Why do they all give me that look?" After a moment of silence, Lanny suddenly remembered the reactions of the villagers when he first entered the village.

Good heavens, the way the little girls looked at him was almost like seeing the Japanese invaders entering the village. He was still somewhat resentful at this moment.

Upon hearing Lanny's words, Hammer paused for a moment before realizing what he meant, then a disdainful expression appeared on his face, and he curled his lip.

"Master, please ignore them. Who knows who's spreading these rumors, saying that young ladies must be with you before marriage..."

Saying these things in front of Lanny still made him feel a little embarrassed. He stole a glance at Lanny's expression before continuing, "They're just jealous."

Although Lanny ultimately did nothing yesterday, and even somewhat recklessly abandoned everyone in the hall, it still greatly alarmed the unsuspecting girls in the village.

Looking at the hammer, Lanny felt a little embarrassed and awkwardly touched his nose.

But what could he do when everyone had already arrived at the castle?

Not wanting to publicly embarrass the housekeeper, they had no choice but to come up with this solution on the spot.

Recalling the awkward scene, Lanny felt a little embarrassed, but he was too embarrassed to turn around and leave directly. So he could only nod with a smile while looking around.

Suddenly, a strangely shaped object displayed in the blacksmith's shop caught his attention.

Iron Hammer was the only blacksmith in the surrounding villages. Although it was called a blacksmith shop, it was really just a furnace and workbench set up in front of his house.

Everything else looked familiar, but the organ-like thing next to the stove was something he had never seen before.

Judging from its placement, it should be a device connected to a stove. He guessed it might be a bellows or something similar, but its organ-like shape was rather peculiar.

Ignoring Hammer's continued rambling, he stepped aside, walked over, examined the object for a moment, pointed at it, and asked, "What's this for? Is it for blowing air?"

Hammer was interrupted and paused for a moment before nodding after looking in the direction Lanny was pointing.

"Yes, sir, we call it an organ. It makes wood and stone burn more vigorously."

Having said that, and worried that the nobleman Lanny wouldn't understand these things, he stepped aside and began to operate it himself...

Lanny guessed that the black "wood and stone" in the stove was probably coal, but calling it "wood and stone" was quite apt, as it could burn like wood and was both hard and brittle like stone.

As for the "organ," it did indeed function like a bellows, just as he had expected, except that it was not pushed or pulled back and forth, but rather pressed up and down.

From its appearance, this thing is quite peculiar, but the airflow is... ...

After Hammer had been busy there for a while, Lanny noticed that the flames in the furnace were only slightly larger than before.

It's not that it's useless, but the effect is... well, it's hard to describe.

Hammer knew he wasn't good with words and couldn't say things that Lanny would like to hear; he had also vaguely sensed Lanny's impatience just now.

Now that the other party is interested in blacksmithing, he might as well show Lanny the subsequent process so that he can understand it clearly.

He grabbed the "organ" handles, bent over, and kept pressing down on them, just like he was pumping air into a bicycle tire, which made Lanny want to laugh.

Iron Hammer didn't feel anything strange. He operated the furnace seriously for a while before reaching out to feel the temperature of the furnace.

Seemingly satisfied with the temperature, he nodded before taking out the machete from inside and placing it on the anvil. He then picked up the hammer beside him and began to hammer away.

Lanny, who had been quite interested in watching the hammer's demonstration, frowned.

It wasn't that he thought the blacksmithing was too noisy, although it was indeed very noisy; rather, he noticed something strange.

Take that oddly shaped organ, for example; the effect was far worse than he had expected.

Although the hammer was pressing the organ very hard, the changes in the flames in the furnace showed that each press only made the flames flicker slightly. He estimated that it was not much different from blowing on a bellows.

The only advantage is probably that it will require less effort.

Obviously, the organ can only blow air when it is pressed down, and it will not blow air when it is lifted up, which results in the organ having only half of its effective power.

If he remembered correctly, those round or square columnar bellows were in duplex mode, capable of both pushing and pulling to produce air, and their airflow was definitely much higher than that of this organ.

Furthermore, when Iron Hammer took out the wood-chopping knife, he clearly saw that the knife was only slightly red, not burning red as he had expected.

Ideally, the iron block should be heated until it is red-hot and softened in order to achieve sufficient forging, making the iron easier to shape. After multiple forgings, the hardness of the finished product will also increase.

However, the hammer clearly hadn't heated the machete to a full red-hot temperature before starting the forging process. The temperature was obviously not high enough, making the forging process very difficult.

In his view, the hammer was less forging and more smashing.

Looking again at Iron Hammer's muscular upper body, he began to understand how he got those muscles.

"Iron Hammer, why didn't you wait until the iron was red-hot?"

Watching Iron Hammer relentlessly hammering the machete in his hand with brute force, Lanny couldn't help but ask a question.

Hammer was stunned, thinking to himself, "How could Lord Lanny be so stupid? Doesn't he know this?"

However, considering that nobles don't understand the lowly nature of blacksmithing, it's not surprising.

He stopped what he was doing, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and then answered Lanny with a smile, showing no impatience whatsoever.

"It won't turn red; it can only go this far!"

What? Lanny doubted whether the other party really understood what he meant. How could it not be burning red?

"Why can't you just heat it a little longer? Why isn't it red?"

Iron Hammer shook his head. "No, it won't get any redder no matter how long it's heated. This is the perfect time for forging!"

"Why don't you give it a try? Let it burn for a little longer this time? Maybe you've got it wrong!"

Lanny was still somewhat unwilling to give up. Looking at Iron Hammer's honest and unassuming appearance, he wondered if his master had lied to him back then.

Hearing that Lenny actually doubted his profession, Iron Hammer couldn't help but feel a little angry, even though he had a good impression of Lenny.

His eyes widened instantly, looking like he was about to devour someone, and he opened his mouth to scold Lanny.

Perhaps considering Lanny's identity, he dared not offend him and ultimately just muttered, "I'm not mistaken, blacksmiths have always forged iron this way."

After saying that, he seemed to want to ignore Lanny and turned around to continue his work.

Lanny, however, seemed oblivious to Hammer's anger and continued trying to persuade him.

"Why don't you give it a try? Here's what I'll give you: 10 copper coins. Will you give it a shot for me?"

He had figured out why he had come out.

If the hammer maker lied to him, that would be fine, but if not... ...he can't even heat an iron block until it's red-hot, so heating glass would be a real challenge.

With this level of heat, it's more like a barbecue.

"I'll try again then, I don't want your money!"

"But it really won't get red-hot, I'm not kidding you!"

Seeing Lanny's repeated requests, Hammer could not refuse and had no choice but to throw the machete on the anvil into the furnace again and continue working, though he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Lanny's suspicion.

This time, Hammer was busy for almost an hour, and Lanny also watched very carefully.

As it turned out, Iron Hammer was right, and his master had not lied to him.

The wood-chopping knife was repeatedly forged in the furnace, maintaining its dark reddish-brown color until the hammer stopped, at which point it remained a half-reddish-brown.

Lanny was puzzled by this bizarre scene.

Why?