Blacksmithing, pile driving, sleeping, three o'clock and one line.
A week later.
[Current favorability of wife is 80]
[Bonus: 3]
[Identity: Intermediate blacksmith (52/500)]
Under Chen Xian's care and attention, Xiaoyu's favorability level increased to eighty. As his proficiency increased, his blacksmithing efficiency and the quality of his finished products also steadily improved.
Scrap iron workshop.
Supervisor Liu smoked a cigarette and took Chen Xian to the backyard.
I saw six separate iron shops lined up in the courtyard, each containing a large furnace.
"That's where you'll be forging iron from now on."
Supervisor Liu pointed to the shop on the far left.
Approaching, he introduced: "This wall on the left will be used to place hammered iron tools, such as hammers, sickles, etc."
"There is a rest area in the back. As long as the tasks are not delayed, even if you don't rest here, you can go out and play."
Then, he pointed to a blackboard hanging on the wall: "On this, the work plan, the required iron tools to be made, the types and quantities, etc. will be written every week. Every week, a certain amount of iron blocks will be provided for you to make. "
Chen Xian asked: "What is the mission?"
"Every week, at least two pieces of high-grade ironware and 10 pieces of ordinary-grade ironware are turned in. If you fail to pass the standard for two consecutive weeks, you will not be qualified to blacksmith here. The previous head, Lao Sun, just left a few days ago."
"What if we don't run out of iron?"
Hearing this, the supervisor chuckled: "What are you thinking! Unless you are a senior blacksmith, these quantities are just enough. Do you think our boss is a fool and is doing a loss-making business?"
At this time, a strong man came from the iron shop next to him, his voice was very loud: "Want to make money? We can take private jobs here, coal, tools, etc., you can use them for free."
Chen Xian pouted, noncommittal, and asked with a smile: "Brother, how many days will it take to complete the iron tools that are handed in every week?"
Capitalists are always thinking about how to squeeze you, so how can they give you extra time to take care of your private work?
"Uh...hehe, I haven't finished my task yet, I'll talk about it later."
Hearing this, the strong man turned red and turned back.
There was a hint of admiration in Supervisor Liu's eyes, but he knew his own strength and was not greedy.
"Do a good job!"
After that, he walked to the side.
…
"What a high temperature."
Chen Xian lit the coal in the furnace, and after a while, there was a strong fire inside.
The iron is placed in the furnace and surrounded by flames, gradually becoming hotter and softer.
Chen Xian used pliers to pick it out, gently placed it on the anvil, and prepared to start hammering.
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
Red sparks splashed everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened.
Chen Xian looked at the four forged iron tools and shook his head.
The probability of creating an ordinary product is 100%.
But it is difficult to create good products, very difficult,
It takes four iron blocks to barely make one, and it's possible that it won't be able to be crafted. Moreover, the iron blocks that failed to create good products can naturally be used repeatedly, but no matter how they are crafted, they can only reach the level of ordinary products.
"Only fifteen pieces of iron are provided every week. I must ensure that every five pieces can create a good product."
…
At noon on the fourth day, Chen Xian finally completed the creation of two high-quality iron tools and gave himself a half-day holiday in advance.
As he walked out, he took out a small dagger made from unused scraps.
Walk through the narrow alleys and come to the main road.
Butcher shops, recycling bins, grocery stores, and pharmacies are almost all open on both sides of the street.
Chen Xian randomly found a small vendor and asked, "How much does this hammer cost?"
"30 yuan! The best price."
The vendor just glanced at Chen Xian, then lowered his head and said to himself.
"Where's the dagger?"
Chen Xianyou pointed to the side of the dagger, which was about 30 centimeters long. There were one or two gaps on it.
"What about this shovel?"
"Do you want to buy it? Just ask!"
The vendor didn't answer, just raised his head and asked. Wearing shabby and old clothes, you can't afford them at first glance.
Chen Xian turned around and left, only to hear Qi curse from behind.
Come to the recycle bin.
Old Li, who was sitting on the wicker chair, saw that it was Chen Xian and welcomed him in enthusiastically.
"Brother Chen, congratulations on entering the backyard!"
Chen Xian was surprised. He didn't expect that the old man had such good information.
"Lucky, lucky. Uncle Li, do you want to collect daggers here?"
As he spoke, Chen Xian took out another cloth bag on his waist, revealing a weapon with a cold light.
"Good weapon!"
Old Li Tou took over and flicked the blade with his fingers, making a crisp sound.
"It's almost a good product. It's not good enough for hunting exotic animals, but it's absolutely no problem for self-defense. How about 25 yuan?"
Chen Xian felt a little better in his heart.
Damaged daggers are sold outside for 22 yuan, but mine should fetch about 30 yuan.
Purchase for 25 yuan... that's about it.
"Can!"
Just as the chips were packed in cloth bags, there was a sudden roar and thunder from the outside world.
Then a strong wind came, carrying a pungent smell, like vinegar that had been poured out directly.
I saw passers-by on the street changing their expressions and walking towards their homes.
"Acid rain is coming soon. It seems that this year's autumn will arrive a few days early."
Chen Xian smiled and said, "Autumn is here, and winter is not far away."
Lao Li nodded, thinking this was a wonderful sentence, and said, "Yes, boy, you have to make plans early."
Winter is often the hardest in the wasteland.
Not only food is needed, but also fuel expenses are often required.
In addition, the alien species in the outside world are more active.
The survivors in the small town go out hunting, and the probability of encountering danger when cutting down trees increases.
…
Seeing that we were almost home, acid rain began to fall from the sky.
When he opened the door and saw Chen Xian, Xiaoyu showed joy on his face and handed over the wet towel.
Acid rain is a deadly thing in the wasteland.
"Is there any leakage in the house?"
Chen Xian asked while wiping the stinging skin hit by the acid rain.
"Not yet, but it looks like the wood won't last long."
"Well, next time I will sell some PV sheets and the like."
hiss--
Suddenly, Chen Xian felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He was sweating profusely and fell down on the hay.
"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"
When Xiaoyu saw this scene, his eyes looked anxious and he quickly helped Chen Xian into his arms.
After three minutes, Chen Xian finally came to his senses. He felt the wet towel on his forehead and touched Xiaoyu's face: "It's okay. This leg hurts when it's rainy."
"Then...is that okay?"
"Of course!"
As a warrior in the past, he hunted exotic beasts much more ferocious than the porcupine in Lu Shan, and each commission was worth tens of thousands.
To treat T virus, three antidotes need to be taken continuously.
But he didn't expect that after taking the second dose, he would suffer side effects and fall directly from a mid-level warrior to a low-level warrior.
He had no combat value and was infected with a virus, so he was naturally fired from his company. In desperation, he came to this place with only one hundred yuan left.
The last antidote potion costs 50,000 yuan.
No one is willing to spend so much money on a low-level martial arts disciple.
But now, with Goldfinger, he has been given hope again.
After eating and drinking, Chen Xian hugged Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu said with a worried look on his face: "Brother Chen, your body..."
"Don't believe me? Let me show you how powerful I am!"
Even if he can't, he must do it!
Compared with blacksmithing, piling every night is my most important job.
When Chen Xian was about to cast a spell, there was suddenly a knock on the door.
"who?"
Chen Xian grabbed the shovel from the side and asked unhappily.
