After Uncle Hong saw Yan Nu's proficiency, he also began to concentrate on blacksmithing.

They sweated profusely and continued fighting until nightfall.

Counting from the morning meal, it has been five hours now. Of course, Yan Nu came in midway, and he actually only fought for four hours.

In this way, fifty-two kilograms of hundred-smelted steel was produced! Just because Yan Nu became more and more proficient in the back, the speed increased again.

On the other hand, his performance was abnormal and he didn't even weigh 20 pounds in one day.

"Okay, okay, let's take a rest." Uncle Hong saw that the steward had come to check and accept the food, so he knew it was time for dinner.

The slaves in the castle had two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. After working hard for a day, every one of them was so hungry that they were dizzy.

"Can it be completed?" Yan Nu put down the hammer, but saw that his palm was bloody and bloody.

"It's probably OK...Oh, your hands!" Uncle Hong noticed Yan Nu's injury and immediately realized that it was caused by the friction of the hammer handle.

In fact, this is a very normal situation. Uncle Hong's hands are full of calluses and he has long been used to it, so it's okay.

Yan Nu is young, and each hammer blow is very powerful, so the force of the counter-shock is even greater.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Yan Nu said honestly.

Not only was his palm injured by the shock, but his arms and even his lumbar muscles were severely strained. His shoulders were also numb, sore, tingling, and all kinds of things.

After all, true energy is true energy, and strength is strength.

His muscles and bones were not strong enough, so he relied solely on the burst of true energy to hit harder with the hammer, which caused him to sprain his own muscles.

He doesn't know how to use his true energy to protect himself. Every swing of the hammer is a real torture to his muscles and bones. After four hours, the load is too great!

Uncle Hong checked and found that he was seriously injured. Knowing his condition, he blamed him: "You have hurt your muscles and bones, why didn't you stop earlier?"

"Uncle Hong, you said that we have to complete the quota and let the steward tell me the news about Aweng." Yan Nu grinned.

Uncle Hong secretly hated himself for talking too much. He had watched this child grow up from a few years ago, and he was really stubborn.

He just said that, in fact, even if the quota is fulfilled, the manager will at most be happy to reward them with a good meal, and may not necessarily answer all questions.

"Hey, wait until uncle asks for you."

A large group of craftsmen gathered in front of their respective furnaces to lay out the finished products.

The steward was followed by several local warriors, who checked each one. When he came to Uncle Hong's furnace, he was shocked! It weighed more than seventy kilograms?

"Well, you surnamed Hong, you used to be lazy, right?"

Uncle Hong said quickly: "No, no, I performed exceptionally today..."

"I'll give you more tomorrow!" the steward snorted and walked over.

Uncle Hong was a little helpless. After all, he still didn't say anything about Yan Nu's true energy.

He knew that Yan Nu was an upright child. If he said he had never learned martial arts, he must not have learned it.

As a result, this body's true energy is very strange. Maybe... I went to the pharmacy at the martial arts training ground and secretly picked up some magical elixir to take?

If so, it would be a disaster.

At first, he was beaten half to death after he was found to have taken some medicine to cure his illness. If the noble man knew that there was some miraculous medicine missing, wouldn't he want to skin the slave Yan?

"You guys are really good, two hundred and ninety two pounds..."

"But the castle master said it was three hundred kilograms a day, and you didn't count enough! Do you still want to eat?"

The steward began to give a routine lecture. Everyone was surprised at first that there were so many people, and then he said hurriedly: "Think about it, please give me some food from the steward."

"Steward, please show mercy."

"I don't want to starve to death."

"Please, we must complete the quota tomorrow!"

Many craftsmen showed their magical powers and begged with tears in their eyes.

The steward then said reluctantly: "Well, it's a lot better than last time. You guys have really worked hard. I'll explain it to the castle master first and beg him to give you another chance."

Everyone knew he was showing off, but they could only send him all the compliments he could.

But at this moment, Yan Nu suddenly shouted: "Enough counting! This is three hundred and two kilograms!"

"Huh?" The steward frowned.

Others looked over in panic, who is it? Who is so upright?

Is it enough to have food to eat? What does it have to do with them whether they can count it or not? No matter how much they practice, not a pound of it belongs to them.

"Yan Nu'er!" The steward glared: "What do you know! If I say it's not enough, it's not enough!"

Uncle Hong didn't expect that Yan Nu would come over and take advantage of the steward's lecture to repeat his name.

He quickly said: "Yan Nu'er is a fool and an idiot. Everyone knows this. Don't be as knowledgeable as him when it comes to management."

"Ah...yes, yes..." Everyone also agreed.

The steward raised his head and said: "Yan Nu'er, I said that if the acceptance is less than three hundred kilograms, you can't even think about eating. I will do what I say! You just need to be hungry today!"

"And you guys, I have to check and accept three hundred and fifty kilograms tomorrow!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and walked away. How many kilograms he would accept depends entirely on what he said casually.

Yan Nu muttered: "Obviously it's enough to count..."

Uncle Hong quickly grabbed him: "Stop talking, go back to your room and sleep. Be careful of getting whipped again. Jiang Weng is not here, so just listen to me!"

When Yan Nu saw him mentioning Aweng, he had no choice but to give it up. However, he was so angry that he returned to the furnace room, picked up the heavy hammer, and started forging again!

"What are you doing?"

"Tomorrow's number is three hundred and fifty kilograms. I'll start beating now. I'll be able to count it!" Yan Nu said firmly.

Uncle Hong was dumbfounded: "You...you are so stupid!"

"No matter how much steel you smelt, what does it have to do with us? As long as it doesn't weigh less than two hundred kilograms, everyone can eat. You don't care how much he says!"

Yan Nu asked back: "Uncle Hong, didn't you say... that if the number is enough, the steward can tell me the news about Aweng?"

"I..." Uncle Hong was speechless, and then sighed: "Uncle is wrong, I'm too talkative, Yan Slave... no matter how much you beat, if the steward says it's not enough, it won't be enough!"

Yan Nu blinked, and then continued to beat Dangdang with all his strength: "What if it works? I want to try."

Uncle Hong was helpless, knowing that there was no point in saying anything, so he could only leave to eat.

As night falls, there are rows of blacksmith shops, and the only sound is Yan Nu's forging.

In addition to forging, he not only has to burn the furnace, but also quench and temper. He can complete all the processes by himself.

However, soon Yan Nu could no longer hold the hammer. He had been hammering for four hours during the day, and he felt that his body had dried up, and the so-called true energy seemed to be exhausted.

However, he still swung the hammer forcefully and hit it bit by bit, but the efficiency was extremely low.

When Uncle Hong came back again and saw him like this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Stop hitting him. If you hit him again, your body will be damaged."

"Uncle secretly brought out some steamed cakes. Eat them quickly and go to bed."

"Thank you, uncle." Yan Nu couldn't wave anymore, so he had to stop and eat the cake.

After eating, he felt a refreshing feeling of fullness and was instantly full of energy. He had been eating steamed cakes and grass like this since he was a child, and he digested them very quickly.

But what was different from before was that he also noticed that the true energy in his body was there again...

Yan Nu suddenly realized that this was also the first time for him to use Zhen Qi. He was just worried about what to do if he ran out of Zhen Qi. Only then did he realize that he could recover after eating a full stomach.

I also have a lot of hay stored in my room, and I will eat it all in a while!

"Uncle Hong, if I don't have anything to eat next time, don't steal cake for me."

Servants who do heavy physical work are still well fed, and the food distributed is definitely enough to eat, otherwise they will not be able to do heavy work. The only requirement is that they eat in a fixed place and cannot take it away or hide it.

Once discovered, it will be a hundred lashes, and those with weak constitution may be beaten to death.

Uncle Hong said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I'll steal some and they won't be able to find it."

"Who asked you to call me uncle? Alas, my son would be as old as you if he hadn't starved to death."

Having said that, he felt a little sad.

In these troubled times, wars, famines, droughts and floods, diseases... come one after another.

Rebels, bandits, barbarians, monsters, demons... one after another.

He fled all the way from Jizhou, and the whole family was left alone. How could he not be sad? And most of the poor people in the fort were also like this!

Uncle Hong wiped away his tears and suddenly sighed: "Yan Nu'er, do you want to hear a few words from my innermost thoughts regarding your Aweng's matter?"

"Think so!" Yan Nu nodded desperately.

Uncle Hong said bitterly: "Jiang Weng and many old people in Chashan Fort were thrown out as abandoned sons... The barbarian troops came to Qingzhou with a fierce attack. Gou Xi, the governor, ordered all the powerful clans to send troops to join forces to fight against them."

"But all the wealthy clans are doing it in a perfunctory manner. Especially our Zhang family, who was once attacked by Wubao and has a blood feud with the governor, how can they help? They even wish that the barbarians would kill the governor and defeat him! So he deliberately sent the old man

Weak...may be able to trick the governor and get rid of all the old people they think are useless."
To be continued...