Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

[Name: Wei An]

[Age: 15 years old]

[Mastering the Skill: Calligraphy (Master Level)]

"Tsk tsk, master level!"

Wei Anxin's calligraphy was greatly improved in an instant, and he was promoted to the master level.

The feeling of a pen full of ink and a dragon and a snake flying, as if he had practiced it for many years!

"Master of calligraphy! This is a transcendental state that many people can't reach after practicing hard all their lives!"

"However, I only spent 10 low-grade rough stones to simulate it once."

"This money is simply not worth it!"

Wei An breathed heavily and was filled with emotions.

The simulation system of all things is so awesome!

"The balance is still 20, and I can simulate it two more times!" Wei An was excited, and he immediately spent another 10 yuan of low-grade rough stones and handed the brush in his hand to his wife.

This time, if he chooses to give it to his wife, what will be the difference in the outcome of Kangkang.

"Oh, for me?"

The lady found it interesting, smiled happily, and put away the brush. Then she patted Zhang Mingzhu on the head and warned: "Mingzhu, be good and learn from your husband."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Mingzhu was sitting upright at this moment, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

The mother and daughter had no idea that the second simulation had already begun quietly.

[You presented the hair to the lady in charge, and the simulation officially began]

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[First year: I was given away to a married woman by a heartless calligraphy master. How unreasonable! Doesn't your conscience hurt if you abandon me like this? I followed the married woman into her room. She threw me in the bamboo tube and didn't look at me again. 】

[The second year: I cried lonely in the dust. 】

[Year 3: My hair rots silently in the dust. 】

[Year 4: A married woman hooked up with a young, muscular man. While the two were having sex on the table, they knocked the bamboo tube to the ground and I rolled to the corner. 】

[Year 5: I am in the corner and no one cares. 】

[Year 6: A mouse passed by and peed on me. What the hell...]

[Year 7: A group of ferocious strong men broke into the room and took turns insulting the married woman, torturing her to death, and then a fire broke out. Wuwuwu, I am so miserable. I was reduced to ashes little by little in the fire. Who is more miserable than me? ! 】

[Simulation ends! 】

[You can choose any one of the following rewards:]

[1. Yanghao’s ashes]

[2. Calligraphy skills possessed by sheep hair holders]

"That's it?"

The corner of Wei An's mouth twitched. What the hell? The rewards he got from this simulation were very rubbish. One was the ashes of the brush, and the other was a skill with zero calligraphy experience.

They are all worthless!

How does one choose?

It's also a gift of a writing brush, so why are there such huge differences in the simulation results?

“Well, it’s all about the people!”

Wei An glanced sideways at his wife and Zhang Mingzhu, and he quickly understood and summed up his experience.

The result of the simulation of all things ultimately depends on the person!

If you choose the person of your destiny, everything will fall into place and the results will be great!

But if you take a wrong look and trust someone else, humph, the consequences will naturally be quite tragic!

then!

Two identical writing brushes were given to the talented Zhang Mingzhu and she made a lot of money; they were given to the carefree wife of the house and she lost all her money!

"I understand, you have to be accurate when judging people!"

Wei An pondered to himself, watching his wife turn away with the brush in hand, and his eyes swept across the entire forging room.

Suddenly, little flashes of light appeared above each item.

Wei An focused his eyes, and when he landed on a certain item, the dots that flashed immediately became clear, condensing into luminous handwriting.

He looked at a hammer.

[Item: Long-Handed Hammer]

[Level: Level 1 light white]

[Simulating this object once will consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to enable the simulation? 】

He looked at a piece of coal again.

[Item: Low-quality coal]

[Level: Level 1 light white]

[Simulating this object once will consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to enable the simulation? 】

On the wall, there are many well-made objects hanging, such as a beautifully shaped knife.

[Item: Boning Knife]

[Level: Level 1 light white]

[Simulating this object once will consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to enable the simulation? 】

At a glance, it’s clear at a glance!

Wei An is like having the magical power to [identify] the names and grades of all things. In his eyes, all items have no secrets at all.

"There are so many things, and they are all level 1 light white..."

Wei An felt that a level 1 light white item meant that it was actually very ordinary and unremarkable, without any extraordinary attributes.

But think about it, after all, the blacksmith shop is just a place run by mortals. There is not even a warrior here, so how can there be extraordinary items?

"Sir, can we start?"

Just as Wei An was thinking about it, Zhang Mingzhu's crisp voice came from the bright-eyed Zhang Mingzhu.

Wei An immediately gathered his thoughts, smiled softly and said, "Okay, I'll teach you how to hold the pen first."

Throughout the afternoon, Wei An taught Zhang Mingzhu calligraphy.

This little girl is indeed not simple. She is very smart and can learn everything quickly. In this way, Wei An can save a lot of worry.

Many parents help their children with their homework, but they are so angry that they gnash their teeth.

Wei An and Zhang Mingzhu worked well together, and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

In the evening, after dinner, Wei An returned to the room, washed himself, and then lay on the bed to sleep.

However, he tossed and turned and had trouble falling asleep.

"In four years, Madam will cheat on her."

"Seven years later, Yan Xingkong, the young master of Yanjiapu, will bloodbath the blacksmith shop and rob Zhang Mingzhu."

Zhang Sanqiao is a good man, capable, and helpful to Wei An. Of course, Wei An does not want to see a green grassland growing on his head.

As for seven years later, it will be even more terrifying, as it will directly affect Wei An's own life.

"Yanjiabao, I have only heard of such a place, but I know almost nothing about it." Wei An was overwhelmed with emotion, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a daze until late at night.

It was early morning the next day.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and it was refreshing. The air was much fresher and the chill was a bit stronger.

Wei An had breakfast and came to the forging room.

"Is everyone here?"

Zhang Sanqiao also came, looked around, counted the number of people, nodded and said: "Okay, let's start working quickly."

The dozen or so muscular men all started working without saying a word. The fire quickly rose, and the forging room reverberated with clanking sounds and loud noises as usual.

"Wei An, come here."

Zhang Sanqiao waved and called Wei An to a master who was about fifty years old.

"This is your Uncle Lu, Lu Ping. From now on, you can learn blacksmithing from him." Zhang Sanqiao arranged this.

Wei An quickly bowed and said with a smile, "Uncle Lu, I will definitely learn from you."

"Good good."

Lu Ping smiled gently, without any dissatisfaction on his face.

You know, at Zhang Ji's Blacksmith Shop, you won't get paid more for taking apprentices. Many experienced people find it troublesome and are unwilling to train new people.

Lu Ping is obviously not that kind of person.

Wei An has lived here for a month, observed everyone, and has a certain understanding of Lu Ping. He has the kind of good-natured character, honest and approachable, not the kind of sarcastic and mean person who will not bully or make things difficult for apprentices casually.

Because of this, Wei An had a good impression of Lu Ping and was sincerely satisfied with Zhang Sanqiao's arrangement.

"Blacksmithing is a physical job."

Lu Ping looked at Wei An, who was slightly thin and tall, and said thoughtfully: "You start by pulling the bellows to practice your strength."

Wei An is incompetent.

He sat in front of the bellows, holding the handle with both hands, and pulled the bellows back and forth, stopping occasionally to add charcoal, and within a short time he was sweating profusely.

During the lunch break, Wei An's whole body was numb, his arms were sore, and his hands had blisters.

"Take your time and get used to it." Lu Ping saw everything in his eyes and smiled as if he was used to it.

Wei An did not hesitate and said: "No problem, I am also a person who has endured hardship."

The two went to have lunch together.

Wei An took the opportunity to chat with Lu Ping and asked about the situation in Yanjiabao.

"Yanjiabao?"

As soon as Lu Ping heard these three words, his expression changed, and he said in a solemn tone: "Yanjiabao is a local snake with a radius of hundreds of miles. Emperor Tu, our Dafeng Town is also within their sphere of influence, and we have to attack them every year. Pay a protection fee."