Douluo: God of Phoenix

Liu Xing, who had just finished his morning run, leaned on the table and shouted feebly as soon as he entered Tang San's house: "Xiao San, are your porridge ready? I'm almost starving to death."

Tang San, who was busy on the stove on the bench, replied: "It's almost time, you can just wait a little longer."

Today is the second day after Old Jack left. Liu Xing has been living in Tang San's house since the day before yesterday. The past two days can be said to be unforgettable for Liu Xing.

It was said that Tang Hao was taking care of himself these two days, but in fact, it was Tang San and Liu Xing who took care of Tang Hao these two days.

After a while, Tang San came over with a pot full of rice-scented thick porridge and said, "Liu Xing, if you are hungry, why don't you come over and help us a little faster?"

Liu Xing leaned on the table with a smile and said: "Don't you know me yet? I have always been clumsy at cooking and other things, otherwise my grandpa would not let me come to your place to eat!"

After Tang San scooped up a bowl full of thick porridge for Liu Xing, he scooped up a bowl of clear porridge for himself and started drinking it.

Liu Xing looked at the porridge with only a few grains of rice in Tang San's bowl and frowned slightly: "Xiaosan, look at you, you are the shortest among the children of the same age in our village. If you don't eat more, what about my grandfather?" The bag of rice we were asked to bring the day before yesterday weighs more than ten kilograms, can't you cook a little more?"

Tang San smiled and replied: "It's okay, Liu Xing, you eat yours. Don't worry about me. I've long been used to it. Besides, my dad's business hasn't been very good lately. I still want to use that rice some more time."

At this time, the curtain of the room next to the room was lifted, and a middle-aged uncle with a tall figure, bronze skin, regular features, but his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and he looked extremely slovenly came out.

This is the youngest titled Douluo in the history of Tang Hao Douluo Continent, Haotian Douluo.

As if Tang Hao didn't see the two children, he strode directly to the table and picked up the porridge pot without asking anyone else if they wanted more. He just drank it in big gulps.

"Uncle Tang, can you leave some for me?" Liu Xing said, holding up the empty bowl in his hand.

Tang Hao glanced at Liu Xing, then turned his attention to Tang San's bowl with only a few grains of rice, and walked towards the house with only half the pot left.

"Father." Tang San called out suddenly.

Tang Hao stood still and asked impatiently: "Is there anything else?"

Tang San pointed at Tang Hao's iron furnace and touched a piece of scrap iron and said, "Dad, can I use this piece of iron?"

Tang Hao glanced at the piece of scrap metal in the corner and said, "If you can handle my forging hammer, I will give you the piece of scrap metal to handle on your own."

"Really," Tang San asked with some surprise.

Tang Hao's hammer is different from the ordinary blacksmith's hammer. An ordinary blacksmith's hammer usually weighs thirty or forty pounds, which is very good. However, Tang Hao's hammer is twice as heavy as a normal blacksmith's, which is terrifying. It weighs seventy or eighty pounds. For a six-year-old child, it is impossible for a six-year-old child to be able to drag it, let alone lift it.

But the hammer, which even an ordinary adult man could not easily lift, was actually lifted in Tang San's hands as if it had lost gravity.

Tang Hao was surprised to see Tang San who was testing the weight and swinging the hammer, because even he, who was known as the genius of the Haotian Sect for hundreds of years, could only swing a hammer of this weight after awakening his martial spirit.

Tang San swung a few times before feeling his arm was a little sore and numb. He put the hammer down and asked, "Liu Xing, it seems I'm still far behind compared to you."

Liu Xing said: "That's natural. Didn't you see how I trained yesterday?"

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional. At this time, Tang Hao looked even more surprised at this child who was the same age as his son.

Liu Xing looked at Tang Hao who had not yet left and said, "Uncle Tang, do you have a lot of scrap metal here?"

Tang Hao asked curiously: "Why do you ask this? Do you want scrap metal?"

"Uh-huh."

Liu Xing nodded and said: "Yes, uncle, I want some scrap metal. I plan to melt them and make them into weights to wear on my body for exercise."

Tang Hao said calmly: "There is no scrap iron in the eyes of a blacksmith. If you really want it, there are some piles of iron slag in my backyard. There should be some iron in it. If you can refine it, I will give it to you. "

Liu Xing thought for a while and said weakly: "That's okay, then thank you Uncle Tang."

In the backyard of the blacksmith shop, Tang San looked at these huge piles of iron slag and said, "Liu Xing, are you sure you want to extract iron from these slags? I think you can refine all these piles of slag again." It’s probably only about [-] kilograms of iron, and it will waste a lot of time, so I think it’s better to forget it.”

Liu Xing said disapprovingly: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of wasting time. Besides, this can also play a role in exercising. I can understand if you don't want to help."

Tang San said somewhat unhappily: "Since I have brought you to see it, I will definitely help you."

Liu Xing said: "Okay, okay, stop talking. I think we should start work first. Mistress, you go and light the fire, and I will transport the iron ore slag."

Just like that, the two small figures started to get busy, and Tang Hao, who had returned to the house to prepare for bed, did not sleep at this time but stood by the window and looked at the two busy children quietly.

"Liu Xing, this child is not simple. I hope he will not become Xiaosan's enemy in the future."

Sure enough, as Tang San said, the iron slag abandoned by Tang Hao did not contain much iron. The two piles of iron slag that had been re-refined until sunset could only extract about ten kilograms of iron. .

Liu Xing and Tang San were already tired and slumped beside the iron stove, not wanting to move.

Tang San gasped: "Liu Xing, I told you, there isn't much iron in it. You still don't believe it now that you've seen it, right?"

Liu Xing also gasped: "Although it's not much, it's better than nothing. Look at these two pairs, they already weigh ten pounds. There are eight teams left. I guess they can probably weigh another forty." catty."

"At that time, there will be a total of more than 50 kilograms of iron. Although it is not much, it is just right for weight-bearing."

Tang San shook his head feebly and said: "You still want to continue refining, it's up to you, I won't accompany you anyway, you can figure it out on your own!"

Liu Xing put his arm around Tang San's shoulder and said: "Goodbye, Xiaosan, we are good brothers. If you don't help me, who will? And don't you also want some iron today? How about I do that then?" Give you ten pounds."

Tang San pushed away Liu Xing's hand on his shoulder and said: "You are so embarrassed to say it if you give me ten kilograms. Even if it is refined, it will be refined by the two of us together. I should also have half. You'd better give me ten kilograms. Even if you don't mention this, this iron ore slag still belongs to my family."

Liu Xing smiled and said: "Xiao San, this is what you said, let's refine it together, I'm not forcing you."

Tang San took several deep breaths for a long time before he finally managed to say: "Liu Xing, you are really good."