Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

How could he casually throw things into the furnace, he was doing this with his life on the line! If he knew that Ning Yan was so daring, he definitely wouldn't have agreed to lend him the Forging Room.

"Nothing, nothing will happen." Ning Yan laughed, her white teeth shone with a red light under the light of the fire, his eyes bent like the moon.

Zhang Tiehzhu's Adam's apple rolled, and he clenched his fists. He wanted to stop Ning Yan from messing around, but when he met Ning Yan's eyes, he was inexplicably speechless. He felt his mouth go dry.

As the charcoal jumped in the air, Ning Yan's attention was completely focused on the furnace.

Feeling that it was about time, he picked up the piece of metal and hammered it with his hammer.

"The sound echoed through the hot air like notes, and the shape of the red iron changed under the hammer.

Ning Yan was even more cautious now, whether she could take the shape or not, would depend on the hammer in her hand.

Using an iron hammer to turn an iron ore into a trident was undoubtedly difficult. In particular, the shape of the trident was similar to the narrow front and wide back. The blade had a bloody groove on the side and the blade had a sawtooth root. In that case, only Tie Chui would not be able to complete it.

However, after being refined by limestone, the content of carbon in the iron ore had reached the most suitable point. After being refined into steel through hammering, although it could not become the standard trident of future generations, but it could be transformed into an improved trident.

This was better than the dagger he got from Cripple Yang.

That dagger must have been forged from scrap metal. It could transform even if it was used to cut rocks.

He had never seen such a soft dagger.

The daggers sold by the kitchen knives in later generations were much more useful than the ones sold by Cripple Yang.

As the sky darkened, the initial model of the trident was finally completed.

Ning Yan rubbed her shoulders that was a little sore, then wrapped the trident in yellow paper and walked out of the Forging Room.

Zhang Tiehzhu stared at Ning Yan, and the gaze in his eyes became more and more peculiar, Ning Yan could not ignore Zhang Tiehzhu's gaze at all, "What are you trying to say?"

"You are quite strong." Zhang Tiehzhu said while laughing.

After he finished speaking, he discovered that Ning Yan was not only not flustered, he even had some pride in him. The silly smile on his face faded slightly: "What did you throw into the furnace?"

"You want to know?" Ning Yan raised her eyebrows.

"Yes."

"I'll tell you next time." After Ning Yan finished speaking, she walked out of the Zhang Family courtyard. As she passed by the alley, she met Mrs. Huang and greeted him before continuing on her way home.

Ning Xuemo was still at home. She actually forgot about her son because she forged the trident. That shouldn't be the case.

When Mrs. Huang returned home, she realized Zhang Tiehzhu was staring at the crafting furnace, as though he was an idiot.

"Son, this broken furnace has been in use for decades. What are you looking at? You can still see a flower."

"Hur hur." Zhang Tiehzhu scratched the back of his head, then took a glance at the forging furnace. Under Mrs. Huang's probing gaze, he crouched down and carried the little girl from the courtyard to the living room.

As the night fell and the night breeze blew, Ning Yan walked home and stood within the fence enclosed yard. She could still see the oil lamp flickering within the thatched cottage.

A figure was seen through the window, sitting side by side.

"Horizontal and upright, sit properly, and start again!"

Ning Yan approached the thatched cottage and heard Ning Qianci's voice clearly.

Standing in front of the door, he could see Nguyen with a bald brush in his hand, writing on the back of a used piece of papyrus, stained with ink.

The words were square like tofu. Although they didn't have any bones of the wind, one could at least recognize what it was written on.

"It's written pretty well!"

"You're back?" Hearing Ning Yan's voice, Ning Qianci stood up and continued: "I saw that there was more than one person practicing calligraphy outside with tree branches, so I brought a brush and paper over. Big Sis, don't mind it."

"Why should I?" She wasn't an ignorant person, he would only be scared if Ning Qianci took out good pen and ink to write something down.

"That's good, but Big Sis, you shouldn't teach me more than enough to read."

"Why?" Ning Yan remembered that she saw a book called Analects in Ning Qianci's room. What did this mean?

Ning Qianci was in a bit of a difficult situation, but when he met Ning Yan's doubtful gaze, he still explained in the end, "Your words are missing an arm or a leg …"

Missing an arm or a leg? Ning Yan's ears were like a flash of lightning, she was struck by the lightning and was struck straight to the inside. At the same time, she realised that the words she taught Ning were simple.

As for being able to recognize the word 'Analects', it wasn't because of the talent of the gardener. It was as if he had the gift of translation for the traditional Chinese characters, he would recognize them the moment he saw them.

Looking at Ning Yan who was still in a daze, Ning Qianci thought that he had gone overboard and said hurriedly: "Sis, that year you learned from me for only a few months, remember that, that's why …"

"It's fine, it's fine." In a few seconds, Ning Yan had calmed down from the reality that she was illiterate.

If she didn't know how to write, then she didn't know how to write.

As the sky got darker and darker, Ning Qianci walked out and turned back to look at Ning Yan. "It's getting late, I'll be leaving first."

"Yes." Ning Yan nodded and watched Ning Qianci leave.

He did not courteously keep Ning Qianci here for dinner. If he stayed, it would be troublesome if he stayed and stuck to them according to the smell.

"I'll go cook." Shifting his gaze away from Ning Yu, Ning Yan walked straight towards the kitchen.

As she cooked with the fire, sparks came out from the stove, and the smoke and fire aura became stronger and stronger. Ning Yan took out the trident blade she made at Zhang Tiehzhu's house.

Rough and crude, not even comparable to the weapons produced by the military factories of later generations.

However, this was the first time she had forged something like this ever since she came to this world. In the future, there would definitely be a qualitative change. The dry firewood burned, creating crackling sounds. Soon, the water in the wok began to boil.

After she finished washing the rice, Ning Yan took out half of the dry firewood from the bottom of the pot. The fire was immediately reduced by half and the rice in the pot could be cooked using the leftover heat.

Ning Yan stopped boiling the fire and got up to wash a bunch of vegetables. She boiled them in salt and lard and sprinkled the garlic juice on the vegetables.

Seeing a few eggs on the stove, Yuan Zhou smashed them into pieces and chopped them into chopped shallots. Then he stirred them together and added a little salt and flour into the mixture. Then he added some flour to the mixture and added some oil to the bottom of the pot.

Two people had enough food, so Ning was able to clear out the table and set the dishes. At the same time, he asked, "What did your uncle teach you?"

"There's even a backword to writing a name."

"Learn well." After Ning Yan finished speaking, she no longer cared about matters of knowledge anymore. After all, the education she had received was vastly different from this era.

It would be amazing if he missed out on his child's view of the world.

Of course, just reading books was not enough. She did not want Little Jun to become a pale-faced scholar in the future because he would be weak and weak. She also did not want to start training as the ultimate solo soldier in the future.

Thinking about Little White's tenacious willpower when she went to the county, Ning Yan couldn't help but start training now.

If it weren't for the fact that the child's nutrition had not kept up with her, she would have made her move long ago.

Ning'er, who was eating an egg pancake, hit a cold cicada.

He turned around and looked at the yard. There was no rain or wind, so why did he suddenly feel a little cold?

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