After Lu Tao was poisoned by a bee and died, his spirit body was taken to the Ghost Judge's Palace in the underworld by the Black and White Impermanence, and he was held up to a sin mirror, where his sins of stealing people's money and property were shown scene by scene, as clearly as watching a movie.
Lu Tao had nothing to say, but knowing that he was serving his sentence in the upper world and would still suffer in the underworld, he knelt in front of King Qin Guang, who was in charge of the palace, kowtowed and confessed with tears: If I am reincarnated as a human in the next life, I will definitely change my mind. In the past, I no longer created the bad karma of stealing other people's money, and I am willing to make money to support myself through personal labor.
The majestic-looking King Qin Guang was stunned and scolded: It's too late for you to plead guilty now. As for what will happen when you are reincarnated in the next life, it is determined by your own karma. This place is not like the real world, where one official has the final say.
At that time, Lu Tao was sent to the corresponding hell for the crime of theft. After serving his sentence, he was transferred to the tenth palace. Like the previous life, he drank Jiwangtang in Meng Poting. In a blink of an eye, he forgot everything about his previous life and became confused, with only some instinctive sensibilities.
At this time, according to his karma, Yin Cha raised his whip and drove him across the plank bridge like a pig, to be reborn in a poor home in the human world. His parents are blind and rely on government assistance to survive.
This is a mountain village on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean in the southern part of Dongtu Continent. A man who drank a little ink named him Famous and Rich. His surname is Shi, which is a homophone of Shi, which means that his generation always has the hope of getting rid of poverty and becoming rich.
The government waived all the fees for Shi Wangfu's primary school education, but his academic performance was poor and he dropped out of junior high school before graduating. He was only 13 years old at the time. His father held his hand and said, "I hope you will be rich. If you don't study, you don't learn culture, and you have no skills in the future, how can you help your family get rid of poverty and become rich?"
Wang Fu said, I can't make progress in studying, and if I continue studying, it will waste my time. It is better to learn a craft, eat from hundreds of families, and earn some money to honor you two elders.
My mother was still unhappy after hearing this. She said: Now the government pays for you to study. If you can't study, you can just hang out for a few years and get a junior high school diploma.
Wang Fu had a stubborn temper and continued to say that he couldn't read well and felt uncomfortable sitting in the classroom. It would be better to go home early and learn a trade so that he could earn some money to honor you two elders. Wangfu always repeated this kind of thing. His parents had no choice but to ask him what kind of craft he wanted to learn. He said he learned blacksmithing from Uncle Liu Wu from the neighboring village.
The parents agreed and asked their neighbor Shi Wen, who was familiar with Liu Wu, to take their children to find him. Liu Wu was blacksmithing in the iron shop. A layer of black ash accumulated on his face. Only his two eyes and one mouth were not covered, forming three irregular circles. They were dirty and suddenly looked a little scary.
It was late autumn weather, there was a frosty wind blowing outside, and it was a bit cold. Shi Wangfu wore a fat blue fabric jacket that covered his abdomen. He folded his hands to cover his abdomen. He also walked like this, as if he was afraid of the cold.
Now that he came to the iron shop, it should be said that it was not cold anymore. His hands were still holding the coat, making the side covering the chest and abdomen swell, like a pregnant woman who is expecting a baby. Shi Wen glanced at Shi Wangfu and saw that he had not put down his hand holding the coat. He felt that he was shabby and could not let go. He looked down on him a little. He just said to Liu Wu hastily: I will bring you someone to be an apprentice. What is the situation at his home? Clearly, this child depends on you. Then he told Shi Wangfu to listen to his master, then said hello to Liu Wu and left.
Liu Wu, who was standing by the fire, said to the somewhat dull Shi Wangfu: Xiao Shi, I am short of manpower, it would be great if you came to help. Come on, turn on the stove.
Shi Wangfu did not immediately go to the stove to pull the stove. Instead, he held his coat in one hand and reached into the coat from the front with the other hand. He took out a mesh bag of eggs, about ten or so. Shi Wangfu handed it to Liu Wu, but Liu Wu didn't catch it immediately, so he knelt down and said: Master, if you don't pick it up, I won't get up.
Liu Wu had no choice but to take it, put it aside, and helped him up again, saying why are you so polite. Shi Wangfu replied, "This is my parents' intention, and it can also be regarded as my apprenticeship ceremony. Although it is not respectful, if you can accept it, I will feel at ease."
Your parents are blind and have suffered misfortune. How can I bear the responsibility? Liu Wu saw that his hands were no longer on the coat, and saw him walk to the stove and pull the stove. He was very careful, but the pull was not so authentic. Either he used too much force, or he used too lightly; he didn't pull it too fast. , it’s just too slow.
Liu Wu came over and gave a demonstration. He said as he pulled it, "You can control the temperature of the fire by pulling it tepidly. The blue light emitted by the flame is very beautiful."
After a while, Shi Wangfu learned and got used to it. Liu Wu glanced at the eggs put aside again and said: Xiao Shi, why did you put the eggs in your coat and let Shi Wen leave before taking them out to me? Shi Wangfu said: "It is said that our family should prepare a gift for Shi Wen, but the family can't get it out, so we only prepared one for you. If he sees it, he will have thoughts in his heart, so the gift I prepared for you cannot be Let him see it.
Liu Wu smiled lightly, and Shi Wangfu said again: Master, from now on you can call me apprentice, and don't call me Xiao Shi. Isn't this more friendly? Liu Wu still smiled lightly, and after a long time he said: It doesn't matter.
Gradually, Shi Wangfu became very good at pulling the stove, so Liu Wu asked him to help him with the hammer. This small hammer is quite small, weighing three or four kilograms. This is compared to a sledgehammer, which weighs seven or eight kilograms. Liu Wu wields a sledgehammer, and his right hand swinging the hammer is obviously thicker than his left hand. , it can be seen from the palms to the wrists and even the arms that are covered with yellowish calluses.
Now Shi Wangfu took the small hammer and looked at Liu Wuhan's sledgehammer and his right hand, feeling a little confused. He began to help with the hammer. Liu Wu used fire shears to pick out the red-hot iron block from the furnace, placed it on the anvil that stood half a man tall like a tree stump, and then hammered it hard, sparks flying everywhere.
Shi Wangfu had to stand on tiptoes every time he hammered. He was not as tall as Liu Wu and was a bit shorter, so he suffered more when he hammered. At this moment, the disadvantage was second to nothing. What he was most afraid of was the sparks splashing on his hands, but But the sparks would splash on his hands from time to time. He blinked his eyes, raised his mouth and blew, which affected the speed of the hammer. Sometimes the master hit the hammer twice, but he didn't have enough time to hit it with the first hammer, and he couldn't stand it. Sorry.
The master said: The sparks jumped on my hands and burned them a little bit, but then they stopped hurting. Shi Wangfu asked what the reason was. The master continued: This requires an exercise process. After some time, your hands will develop calluses, and the sparks will no longer hurt when they are sprayed on them. Shi Wangfu looked at his hand that was holding the hammer and was a little scared. He also felt a little burning pain, so he shrank a little.
The master couldn't bear it, and seeing that he was too short to help with the hammer, he stopped and picked up a few bricks from the iron shop to place them on the spot where he was standing. He no longer felt shorter when he stood up. It was still difficult to use one hand to help the hammer, so he used both hands to hold the handle of the hammer to help the hammer. This action seemed clumsy. The master did not blame him, he only said: You need to practice your hand strength, and hold the hammer when you are not helping the hammer. Keep tapping 100 to 500 times until 1,000 times every day. After practicing for half a year, I wonder how you can do this.
