Douluo: My Martial Soul is a card

Chapter 2 Don't Engage in a Personality Cult!

morning.

Under the sunshine of the rising sun, a thin figure slowly pushed open the door from the outside.

Immediately, a tempting aroma of rice rushed over.

High-end ingredients often need to be cooked in the most simple way.

Every day before dawn, Tang San would put the washed rice into the pot, and then add enough firewood. When he came back from going out to practice, the porridge in the pot was almost ready.

Hearing the movement, Tang Lu, who was still soundly asleep just now, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up from the bed with a jerk.

After brushing his teeth and washing his hands, after a while, he came to the table and sat down. At this time, Tang San had already filled three bowls of porridge, and the rice grains in the bowls were as sparse as ever.

"Father, it's time to eat!" Tang San yelled to the other side at the top of his voice.

Afterwards, the two brothers sat face to face at the table, one handsome and fair, the other sallow and thin, waiting for Tang Hao to come out with big eyes.

As a cub of the motherland with 5000 years of etiquette culture inheritance and deeply influenced by nine years of compulsory education, although he is in a different world at this time, he will not lack etiquette.

If the elders don't come, no one will move the chopsticks first.

After a while, the curtain of the inner door was lifted from the inside, and a tall figure walked over with staggering steps.

This is a middle-aged man who looks about fifty years old and has a very strong figure.

Light yellow long skirt, fluffy head, torn robe, hair like a bird's nest, always the same sleepy and sleepy look.

The beard on his face has not been taken care of for an unknown amount of time, and his eyes are a little dull. Because of his long-term alcoholism, a tangy smell of alcohol spread over him as he approached.

"Dad." Tang Lu called softly.

Hearing this, Tang Hao glanced at him lightly, nodded without saying a word, grabbed the broken bowl on the table, and drank heavily.

Perhaps it was because there was a little stock in his stomach, and his originally sallow complexion became a little rosy at this time.

Seeing this, Tang Lu was already used to it. He picked up the porridge in front of him and drank it slowly.

"Father, drink slowly, there is more." Taking the empty bowl in Tang Hao's hand, Tang San filled another bowl for him, and then picked up the porridge in front of him and sipped it.

This is just cooked porridge, it hasn't cooled down very much, Tang Hao is not afraid of being hot, but Tang San is obviously still afraid, naturally he doesn't dare to swallow it like Tang Hao.

Soon, the big pot of porridge was eaten by the three of them, and seventy to eighty percent of it went into Tang Hao's stomach. Because Tang Lu and Tang San were still young, they didn't eat much.

Taking a long breath, putting the bowl on the table, Tang Hao looked at Tang San with drooping eyelids. "If you have work, you take it first, I will do it in the afternoon, and I will go to sleep for a while."

Tang Hao's work and rest schedule is very regular, at least Tang Lu thinks so.

Sleep in the morning, blacksmith in the afternoon, and drink in the evening.

Ah, another beautiful day has passed.

"Okay, Dad." Hearing this, Tang San nodded immediately.

Standing up, Tang Hao stopped staggering because he drank a lot of porridge, and walked slowly towards the inner room, preparing to go back to sleep.

"Father." Seeing Tang Hao's swaying figure, Tang San suddenly called out.

Hearing this, Tang Hao, who had just lifted the curtain in the inner room, paused slightly, turned his head and looked towards this side, with a somewhat impatient expression.

"Teach me how to blacksmith, if I know how to blacksmith, the life at home can be better." Tang San said.

He and his younger brother have grown up gradually, and it is time to grow their bodies, and the daily nutrition they need is gradually increasing. If the current living standards are followed, he is afraid that his younger brother will suffer from malnutrition in the future.

It doesn't matter what he does, after all, his life was picked, but my brother is different.

Furthermore, Tang San had been thinking about inheriting the family's iron mines for a long time.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Tang Sect in his previous life, now he has the skill of making hidden weapons, but he has no materials for making hidden weapons. This is definitely an extremely painful thing for Tang San.

This is like an old prostitute, you put a naked and beautiful young lady in front of him, but you don't let him touch it, it's the same reason.

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao snorted coldly, he could tell that this kid was messing with life.

What do you mean if you can forge iron, our family can live a better life?
Didn't I let you have enough to eat?
"You want to be a blacksmith?"

Glancing at Tang San lightly, Tang Hao frowned, then seemed to think of something again, shook his head lightly, and murmured in a low voice. "Blacksmith, it seems to be good."

Pulling a chair casually and sitting down, Tang Hao said. "Little San, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

"A blacksmith who can forge divine weapons is probably the best blacksmith." Tang San hesitated.

Old Jack, the village elder, once told him that there are artifacts in this world.

"No!" Tang Lu turned to look at Tang San next to him, denying his statement.

"Oh~!" Tang Hao looked up at him, his drooping eyelids slightly opened. "Does Xiao Liu know what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith?"

"Of course!" Tang Lu said with a smile on his face. "I think a blacksmith like Dad is the best blacksmith."

Don't engage in a personality cult!

The corner of Tang Hao's mouth twitched slightly. He felt more comfortable with what his youngest son said, but on the surface he remained calm.

"If you want to become a blacksmith and learn the art of forging from me, then use your hammer to forge it ten thousand times first, and I will teach you." Pointing to a large iron block about fifty centimeters in the corner of the room, Tang Hao faced Tang San said.

Looking at the big iron block that was not much different from his own height, the corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, wanting to ask Tang Hao on the spot, are you serious?

But in order to be able to inherit the family's iron mines, Tang San gritted his teeth and agreed to Tang Hao's request. "Okay, I'm willing to try."

"I hope you will do what you say." Taking a deep look at Tang San, Tang Hao picked up the iron block and put it on the stove in the next room. Tang San only needs to light the charcoal fire to start forging.

After finishing all this, he shook his body and went back to the inner room to sleep, only Tang San and Tang Lu were left on the scene.

Looking at each other in dismay, Tang San went to the compartment to light the coals, pulled the bellows next to him, and started his first blacksmithing.

And looking at Tang San's busy figure, Tang Lu consciously picked up the dishes and chopsticks, washed the pots and dishes and chopsticks.

As for the situation at home, it's not that he hasn't thought about using some experiences in his previous life to change it, such as reselling goods, only middlemen make the difference, and so on.

But you know, he is only a few days away from being six years old now!

In his last life, when he was six years old, he didn't know where to play with mud. If he behaved differently from other children, why shouldn't he be caught and sliced ​​for research?

This is not to tell others that you have a problem!
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