Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming-Chapter 9 He Was Robbed Again
"Okay, come here." He could not stand Ning Yan's begging look. Furthermore, there was nothing much to see from the forging furnace, the forging skills could not be learned just by looking at it, so Zhang Tiehzhu casually brought Ning Yan back to the forging room.
To Ning Yan, looking at the furnace was not the main point. The most important thing was to look at the smelting, heating, forging, and quenching processes, to find the problem and then improve it.
In front of the bellows squatted a young boy. His face was covered in sweat and he wore a vest. From time to time, he would use the saddlebag on his shoulder to wipe the sweat from his face. He never stopped pulling the bellows.
Zhang Tiehzhu's father, Zhang Genji, was less than 30 years old and 40 years old. He might have eaten better than most people, so he did not look old at all.
He held the iron pincer in his hand and took out the red-hot iron piece from the furnace. He waved the hammer, and the sweat on the piece of metal made a sizzling sound as he repeatedly hammered the piece of metal.
He shifted his gaze away from Zhang Genji's hair and looked around the forging room. However, he did not see any limestone powder or anything similar.
Looking at the finished product in Zhang Mo's hands, Ning Yan felt that she seemed to know something. Carbon content is still too high, so there are some quality problems.
Knowing that something was wrong, Ning Yan did not stay any longer and walked out with the iron in her hand.
After returning home, Ning Yan stopped in her tracks.
With bloodshot eyes, Ning Yu ran towards the kitchen and the backyard, where she would call his mother. This way of leaving his mother behind made Ning Yan feel a little sore, and she hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm back, how old are you, you still have to leave my mother!"
"…" The Little Bun raised his head and stared at Ning Yan. After a long while, he rushed over like Ning Yan was a cannonball and hugged Ning Yan's thigh.
Ning Yan threw the thing in her hands onto the ground and reached out to pick up Ning Yu.
When she saw Little Bun's dodging gaze, she was tut, she was actually shy, she had originally planned to tease him a little, but now it was better to forget it, if she cried then she would tease him.
Coax the child, Demon King Ning had never activated this skill before.
He did not hear the comforting words from Ning Yan's mouth.
"…" Fortunately, he was still a child. If he grew up and still couldn't leave his mother, wouldn't he become the most despised of the future generations, "Where can you run to?"
In this era, if one wanted to travel far, they had to get a certificate from the village chief. Then, they had to get a seal from the county magistrate. Only then would they be able to leave.
Otherwise, he might just be sold off as someone with an unknown identity.
After rubbing against Ning Yan's body for a while, her face that was more than sufficient to rest started to slowly turn red. He was already a big boy, how could she still be carried around?
"Put me down!" If her two small hands did not tightly grab onto Ning Yan's sleeves, then she would be even more mature.
Ning Yan had never seen such an awkward child before, she sneered and then pulled him down, "Let's go, let's chop trees!"
Ning Yan picked up the axe and a Little Bun followed behind him. She walked to the outer part of the back mountain and picked out two suitable trees, waved his axe, and chopped down at the roots of the trees.
The sun was rising higher and higher. Ning Yan wiped the sweat off her forehead, looked at the tree that was half cut, and took a step back, extending her leg and landing one foot on the tree.
The straight old tree swayed and fell backwards.
In the afternoon, he cut down two trees and dragged them towards his house. Fortunately Ning Yan was strong enough to bring the trees home.
Standing in front of the door. Looking at the destroyed gate, then looking at the messy footprints on the ground, Ning Yan closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Mom, our things must have been taken away by them." Ning Jiu walked around the courtyard once, then ran back to Ning Yan's side and pulled his sleeves.
Ning Yan opened her eyes. She was not mistaken, the gate was still broken, she walked to the kitchen with large steps, and the bowl that was filled with oil and salt was no longer there. Even the rice that she had bought was gone. f𝘳𝚎𝑒𝚠𝑒𝚋𝘯o𝘃eƖ.co𝓂
This kind of situation made her feel extremely displeased. She just wanted to live a peaceful life, yet there were so many people who were trying to make things difficult for her.
"Come on, let's go to your grandma's house to get some food!"
Ning Yan hoisted Ning over her shoulder and walked back to the village with large strides.
At noon, smoke rose from the kitchen.
If not for the incident where she called Qiufeng to disturb her mood, Ning Yan would probably have gone crazy with joy. It was a pity that the current Ning Yan was extremely unhappy.
From afar, they could see the smoke coming out from the chimney of Ning Family's old courtyard. f𝓇𝘦𝒆𝘄𝑒𝗯𝑛𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝘰𝓶
The Ning Family door was closed from the inside. Ning Yan knocked twice, but no one came out to open the door.
After standing in front of the door for almost a quarter of an hour, under the scorching June sun, looking at the Little Bun's reddened face in front of the door, Ning Yan thought of her destroyed fence door.
One after another.
Drawing back his strength, he stretched out his leg and kicked at the wooden door. With a loud sound, the door to Ning Family was kicked down by Ning Yan in a gust of wind.
Seeing the Young Mrs. Lee's shocked expression, Ning Yan shyly laughed: "There's someone at home, I saw smoke coming out from there from the outside, no one cared about knocking, I thought there was a fire."
"Yes, we are here to save the fire!" Ning took a step forward, raising her chin and making a loud sound.
"You, a money loser, actually cursed the old home's fire! There's no justice in the world, just what kind of sin did you create?! Why is there such a beast at Ning Family?!"
Ning Yan's ears started to hurt from the price of the cheap hooves. Was it really okay for both women to make things difficult for women?
"Animal? If I am a beast, then Ning Family is like a beast to the whole family, Second Aunt, you truly are a sinner! "
Ning Yan said in a casual tone, then left with Ning Zou to head towards Ning Qianci's room. When she knocked on the door, it was obvious that she did not want others to come out because she felt guilty about being a thief. Therefore, she did not intend to open the door for her.
But this little brother... Can't you hear me if you don't come out, or don't you want to come out?
Thinking about the memories regarding Ning Qianci that the original owner had, Ning Yan felt that she should verify them. He didn't want the original owner's memories to truly think that Ning Qianci was reliable. After all, the original owner was also a hooligan.
"Stop right there, who let you in." When he arrived at Ning Qianci's room, the Young Mrs. Lee's chattering could still be heard behind him.
Disgusting...
Ning Yan shot a glance at Young Mrs. Lee in disdain, causing the muttering Young Mrs. Lee to freeze in shock. Stopping, this lowly hoof actually dared to look at her in such a manner.
Just as she was about to say something, she realized that Ning Yan had already walked to Ning Qianci's room.
Ning Qianci, oh no, the only Elementary Scholar of the Shen family, even his father-in-law had to respect his, so she did not dare offend him.
After all, if the Autumn Test's Ning Qianci had any future, he wouldn't be able to say that he could become a county magistrate. In that case, his family's Huan'er would be able to say that it was a good marriage, so these Young Mrs. Lee laughed and did not follow him.
Ning Yan wasn't really that interested in the Young Mrs. Lee in the first place, but when she realized that the Young Mrs. Lee didn't follow him, she even less so cared.
Pushing open the door, he walked in. Ning Qianci's room wasn't large, there was a mosquito net on the wooden bed, and a bookcase by the side of the wall. There weren't many books on the bookshelf, and the bookshelf was next to the desk. The desk was covered with a piece of paper, and the handwriting was half-finished.
But Ning Qianci lied on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows knitted slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
