Chapter 3 [Little Junior Sister]

The salary of 2,000 yuan is a little lower now, but it is already much higher than the 1,000 yuan apprenticeship money at the beginning. The average salary outside is about 2,500 yuan, which is only 500 yuan lower than outside and also includes food and accommodation. You should consider it. Moreover, if you work in this iron art shop, you can also secretly make a lot of equipment, and save money to hire someone else to process it.

Thinking of this, Hua Ling felt that she could work hard and settle down first, and then consider something else. A year would pass quickly, and by then she would save nearly 20,000 yuan, so she would have other plans.

"Okay, I've done it." Hua Ling gritted his teeth and agreed: "Can you allow food and accommodation? I have no place to live."

"I have a place to live, and you can eat with me." The blacksmith smiled and then stretched out his dirty big hand: "Give me the ID card."

Hua Ling took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it over. The blacksmith glanced at him and said, "Hua Ling, your surname is Hua, there are really few of this surnames." The blacksmith put Hua Ling's ID card on his body, and his casual appearance seemed to be lost at any time.

Hua Ling quickly said, "Don't lose it, it's very troublesome to re-issue it."

"I know." The blacksmith stood up and said solemnly to Hua Ling: "Okay, now we will start to become a disciple and recognize our ancestors."

"Add a master and recognize his ancestors?" Hua Ling was stunned. Isn't he just an apprentice in the iron art shop, and he still has to become a master and recognize his ancestors?!

"Yes!" The blacksmith took out three incense sticks from the incense table behind him and lit them, and handed them to Hua Ling: "The statue on the wall behind is the ancestor of our blacksmith, the Grand Lord!"

"Taishang Laojun?!" Hua Ling was shocked: "Isn't Taishang Laojun a Taoist, how could he become the ancestor of the blacksmith?"

Blacksmith: "The alchemy furnace created by Taishang Laojun is naturally to respect Taishang Laojun as the ancestor. Leave no nonsense and kowtow to me quickly and burn incense."

"Oh." There is no way, for the sake of money, let's kneel down.

As soon as Hua Ling knelt down, he jumped up with a whimper: "You have so much iron slag on the ground, I want to hurt me to death."

"I forgot this, I'll just kneel down." The blacksmith threw a worn sponge cushion, which was removed from the broken chair.

Hua Ling knelt on the broken sponge mat and bowed three times, then got up and inserted the incense into the incense table. The blacksmith saw that Hua Ling had finished worshiping the ancestor, so she said, "I have finished worshiping the ancestor, it's time to become a master, come and worship me quickly." After that, the blacksmith sat on the chair and waited for Hua Ling to worship him.

"Where are so many things? It's really not easy to make some money to survive." Hua Ling muttered to her heart. There was no way. Hua Ling turned around, threw the worn sponge on the ground, knelt on it and bowed to the blacksmith three times. Then he picked up the dirty tea cup of the blacksmith and handed it over: "Master, please have tea."

"Yeah! Good apprentice." The blacksmith took the teacup from Hua Ling's hand and took a sip.

"Hold it, this is the gift for you for your teacher." The blacksmith took out a hammer from somewhere and handed it to Hua Ling: "This is a new hammer, a proud work created by your teacher. You must cherish it."

Hua Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, wanted to die. When she got to be a disciple, she only gave a hammer as a gift. It was too embarrassing to say it. People's sects all gave a master a sect sword, but they only got a hammer when they got a master!

"Thank you, Master!" There was no way, Hua Ling took it with both hands. Fortunately, it was hot and there was no one nearby, otherwise he would have been thrown to death.

"Okay, the rest is over, get up and work." The blacksmith stood up and turned on the electric fan beside him: "It's so hot this day! Oh, by the way, my master's surname is Cheng, and my name is Cheng Jinshan. Just call me Master."

After dinging for a long time, Hua Ling felt a little tinnitus. At this time, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door. Hua Ling turned her back to the door, and she couldn't see the woman, but she was not old.

"Dad, it's time to eat." The woman said.

"Well, Qiao'er is here, why is it so late today?" Cheng Jinshan said.

Cheng Qiaoxin: "The gas stove at home is broken. I went to buy a new one, which took a while." Cheng Qiaoling walked in and put down the bucket in her hand. Then she saw Hua Ling holding a hammer in her hand: "Hey, who is this?"

The blacksmith opened the bucket: "He is my new apprentice, and he is my new apprentice. Hua Ling, this is my daughter, Cheng Qiaoxin."

"Hello." Hua Ling and Cheng Qiaoling greeted him.

"Hello." Cheng Qiaoling didn't expect that the master had found such a handsome and handsome apprentice, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Hua Ling, a typical weak student, is 178 tall, has long hair, and has a literary atmosphere. If you carry a guitar on your back, you will definitely fascinate many girls. Their faces are angular and their eyes are not big, but they are very energetic, with a high nose bridge and elegant temperament. Even if you become an idol star, many girls will buy it.

"Come on, Hua Ling, have a meal." Cheng blacksmith poured the rice from the bucket into the bowl.

"Oh, I don't know it's two people, I have less food today." Cheng Qiaoxin said.

When Cheng Qiaoxin was speaking, Hua Ling was also observing her carefully. The girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was very beautiful, about 170 years old. She was very beautiful. She was about 170 years old and had a very good figure. Except for her breasts, the rest of her body was very standard. She was casually tied with two braids on her head, her eyes were very big and watery. Although she was not a melon-shaped face, she had a distinctive edge and a different kind of beauty. She was already a beauty at the age of seventeen or eighteen. If she continued to develop, she would definitely become a big beauty. Hua Ling thought: Could this be the legendary junior sister?!

"It's okay, I'll just eat less." said Cheng Blacksmith.

Of course, Cheng Blacksmith could not be done by Cheng Qiaoxin. Cheng Qiaoxin took the rice shovel and helped Hua Ling add a bowl of rice. Then Cheng Qiaoxin handed the rice bucket to Cheng Blacksmith.

Cheng blacksmith took out a big iron spoon and went straight to the rice bucket. The rice bucket was almost as big as an electric rice cooker, with rice servings of at least 4 people in it, which scared Hua Ling. The iron thugs were really edible.

While eating big mouthfuls, Cheng blacksmith asked, "Qiao'er, how are you doing in the college entrance examination? Dad has taken a lot of work these days, and he hasn't been to the examination room to pick you up and drop you off."

"It's okay, it's normal performance." Cheng Qiaoxin said.

"Wow, high school student!" Hua Ling shouted in her heart. This is a real young girl, and maybe she can get the moon first.

"Haha, I'm so concerned. Qiao'er's academic performance has never worried my dad. I will definitely be admitted to a good university. Qiao'er, where did you volunteer to apply for?" Cheng Blacksmith asked.

Cheng Qiaoxin: "My first choice was Wanyu University."

"Wanyu University? This is not our Wanyu City university. Why don't you choose the university in Shendu? The universities there are better?" said Cheng Blacksmith.

Cheng Qiaoxin blanched at his father: "It's not for you, Dad, who will cook for you after I left? Besides, this Wanyu University is also a first-class university, and its score line is not much worse than that of Shendu University, it's all the same."

Cheng Blacksmith: "That's good, that's good. Our Qiaoer is promising and will be admitted to college so soon."

"Okay, hurry up and have dinner." Cheng Qiaoxin said with a blushing face. This blacksmith Cheng had rarely praised her daughter, but this time she actually faced outsiders, which made Cheng Qiaoxin feel a little embarrassed.

"Congratulations!" Hua Ling also took the opportunity to congratulate.

"The score hasn't come down yet, it's a bit too early to say congratulations." Cheng Qiaoxin said.

"You are beautiful and beautiful junior sister. You are sure to get into college. I dare to promise." Hua Ling said.

Cheng Qiaoxin gave Hua Ling a blank look: "Who is your junior sister, is the iron-smaid?"

Hua Ling quickly said, "Uh, it's a junior, a junior."

The two were saying this, but the blacksmith put the bucket after dinner and said, "Okay, it's hot today, I'll go to bed first. Xiaohua, please wake me up at two o'clock."

"Little Flower?" Hua Ling Da Huo.

"Puchi!" Cheng Qiaoxin next to her laughed.

"Xiaohua!" Cheng Qiaoxin also imitated her father and called Xiaohua.

"Don't call me Xiaohua, call me Big Brother." Hua Ling said quickly.

"Brother Hua!" Cheng Qiaoxin shouted.

"...How does it sound strange?!" Hua Ling was speechless: "You can't just take the word "flower".

"But your surname is Hua!" Cheng Qiaoxin said with a smile.

"Then call me Brother Ling." Hua Ling said.

"Brother Ling? A spiritual song for the dead?" Cheng Qiaoxin said with a smile.

"Uh... can you just call me brother?! Please." Hua Ling sweated.

Cheng Qiaoxin cleaned up the dishes: "Okay, Brother Hua."

Hua Ling: "..."

After two o'clock, Hua Ling woke up Cheng's blacksmith, and then the two jingled the iron for the whole afternoon. It was not until after seven o'clock in the evening that Cheng's blacksmith stopped work.

"Oh, my arms are so sour!" Hua Ling swung the hammer for most of the day, and his arms couldn't move. There were several bubbles on the palms of both hands: "Ah, my delicate hands are over!"

"Dad, Brother Hua, it's time to eat." Cheng Qiaoxin walked into the store with two buckets this time.

After Cheng Qiaoxin put down the bucket, she walked to Hua Ling: "Brother Hua, the iron that has been hit for a day, your hands are worn out. Come on, reach out to you."

Hua Ling stretched out her hand and turned it over. There were indeed a lot of blisters on her palm. Cheng Qiaoxin carefully pierced the blisters with a needle and squeezed out the pus inside. Then she applied some medicine to the blisters, and then bandaged them with gauze: "Let's rest all night, just bring gloves to work tomorrow." As she said that, Hua Ling took out a new pair of labor protection gloves and handed them to Hua Ling.

"Thank you." Hua Ling felt very moved, at least it would not hurt so much tomorrow.

Cheng Qiaoxin: "It was like this for the first time I made a blacksmith. It will be better in a few days. Don't imitate my dad without labor protection supplies, and the grinding of his hands is full of calluses."
Chapter completed!