call!

The fire is very strong!

Mo Ran kept adding charcoal to the stove, and the iron blocks were burned red.

Immediately afterwards.

Mo Wen used his only remaining right hand to hold the iron tongs, add the iron blocks and put them on a thick iron plate, then picked up the hammer with his right hand, swung the hammer, and hit it.

In a moment, a sickle took shape.

"Dad, have you been scrambling like this from now on?"

Mo Ran looked at his one-armed father and asked with some distress.

Making a blacksmith is a job of strength.

My father's temples now have slightly white hair.

The older you get, the harder you get, it is difficult to continue to make a blacksmith. It is better to find a relaxing job to do it.

"I'm a useless person now, and only one hand. I don't want to make a blacksmith. What can I do to support you two?"

"If you are fighting for a little bit, you can make money to support your family. In the future, will I work so hard?"

Mo Wen rolled the sickle over and rolled his eyes to Mo Ran.

When Mo Ran heard this, he felt sad.

He was too ignorant before.

He was determined to pursue cultivation and became an immortal, but he suffered from imaginary symptoms. In order to save him, his father bit his arm off by a tiger, and the family was almost broken.

Now, he can no longer go back and is destined to survive the mental disaster here.

Then accept everything in front of you calmly.

Since he has this identity, he must do his part.

You can't watch your parents in their forties and fifties live a hard life like this.

In a few years, they will grow old, with white hair and cannot walk.

When they are still strong, they should live a good life and enjoy wealth and glory!

"I will change in the future!"

"I'll hold on to this family in the future!"

Mo Ran looked at his father and said solemnly.

"You're here to hold on?"

"What are you holding on?"

"Do you have a skill?"

"You have a fantasy disease, and the whole town knows that when you go to a restaurant to serve plates, they don't want you, for fear that you will suddenly get sick again!"

"You have no other way out except to inherit my ironworking skills!"

"I'm working, can you hold this sledgehammer with your little arms and calves and sick body?"

Mo Wen looked at his son, and he was happy, but he still showed no mercy.

really.

Now that my son repented and the prodigal son turned back, this was a happy event.

But the path was blocked!

"You can't find a job to do it!"

"You can't make money!"

"No girl from any family would be willing to marry you!"

"You are destined to be over in this life!"

Mo Wen kept muttering and continued to talk.

"Stop talking!"

Lin Xiu looked serious and stopped Mo Wen.

"The child was about to change, but you made him desperate again. How could he live his life in the future?"

"When we are alive, we can still take care of him. How will he live alone in the world after we all die?"

Lin Xiu looked at Mo Ran and felt very distressed.

When she thought of Mo Ran’s future, she couldn’t help but feel sad. This child’s life was too hard!

"Mom, don't worry!"

"What Dad said makes sense!"

"I have had fantasy and have been sick many times. The days ahead will be much more difficult!"

"But I will not be hit. As long as I will not get sick again in the future, and over time, everyone will regard me as a normal person and will not discriminate against me anymore!"

Mo Ran smiled and comforted his mother in turn.

"If you don't get sick for a long time, the impact in this aspect will indeed be much smaller!"

"But before everyone puts aside their prejudices against you, how do you make a living during this waiting time?"

Mo Wen looked at Mo Ran, his face calmed down and asked in a warm voice.

This is the first time Mo Ran has seen his father and has seen him look happy.

My father must still love him very much in his heart.

However, it is always very harsh in words.

"There are many ways to make a living. I don't have to rely on others to make a living. I can rely on myself!"

Mo Ran smiled confidently.

"Look, you can do it!"

"Tell me, how can you make a living?"

Mo Wen laughed happily, and was completely amused by Mo Ran.

This son has really changed!

I am no longer as introverted as before. Mo Ran was before. Although I was very persistent and had my own firm thoughts, I was very self-centered and didn’t like to talk to others and kept everything in my heart.

But now, Mo Ran has become much cheerful and optimistic.

Perhaps, if you cannot practice for a long time and cannot find a way to become an immortal, you will feel desperate and withdrawn.

Now after letting go, I walked out immediately!

"I forgot many things and didn't know that I could make a living by myself with those plans!"

"One of the things I know right now is that I will make a living by making a fool of yourself!"

"I don't have to ask anyone for this!"

Mo Ran said with a smile.

"You really don't have to ask for help!"

"If you are healthy, I agree with this craft you inherited from me. Although this craft is hard, I am the only blacksmith in the entire Le Tu Town, and no one can grab a job!"

"But you will definitely not be able to do it with your small body!"

Mo Wen looked at Mo Ran and shook his head and sighed.

"This town is called Paodi?"

"The paradise on earth?"

Mo Ran couldn't help but be stunned.

This name really has meaning.

Perhaps, in everyone's heart, there is such a paradise.

The paradise in his heart is that his parents are alive, and the family is happy even if they live an ordinary life.

"It's someone else's paradise!"

"For us, it's a sea of ​​suffering!"

Lin Xiu sighed inwardly.

Now that Mo Ran is a new person, she is very happy, but when she thinks that Mo Ran has no way out, she has new worries.

Her son's future has become her most worrying thing.

"We are swimming ashore from the sea of ​​bitterness, and it is a paradise!"
To be continued...