"Dad, slow down, it's still hot."
SanJose Clark took the bowl from his father's hand and refilled it with congee. He also picked up his own bowl.
In SanJose Clan, he was never able to leave and very rarely came into contact with outside matters. It goes without saying that just like a blank slate, ending up in this world he became like a little child again, and also had nothing which he could not accept.
Very quickly, a pot of porridge with seven or eight bowls all entered SanJose Jordan's stomach. Letting out a breath, he placed the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened somewhat, looking at SanJose Clark.
"You continue with the work you have, I will work in the afternoon. I'll go to sleep for a little while."
SanJose Jordan's work and rest habits had a very regular pattern: sleeping all morning, making a few farm tools in the afternoon, obtaining income, and drinking in the evening.
"Ok, dad."
SanJose Clark nodded.
SanJose Jordan stood up. Having had several bowls of congee, he was no longer swaying, and walked towards the inner room.
"Dad."
SanJose Clark suddenly called out.
SanJose Jordan stopped, turning his head to look at him, his brows clearly indicating a little impatience.
SanJose Clark pointed at a corner with shining black chunks of pig iron:
"These chunks of iron, can you give them to me to use?"
In his previous incarnation he was SanJose Clan's most outstanding outer sect disciple, he was most familiar with the creation of every kind of hidden weapon. Naturally, back then all kinds of material were supplied by SanJose Clan.
But in this new world, although he practiced several years, his strength still wasn't enough by far. Moreover, he had never wanted to give up on manufacturing the most advanced hidden weapons. By now he had already tried to forge a few hidden weapons, but finding enough materials was the big issue.
SanJose Jordan forged farm tools out of metal received from the villagers. It was all impure, very common iron. It all was very difficult to use for high quality hidden weapons. The pieces of pig iron SanJose Clark currently pointed at, delivered only yesterday, had made SanJose Clark astonished; these chunks of iron ore actually definitely contained iron source, which was perfectly suitable for making hidden weapons.
SanJose Jordan's gaze shifted to the pig iron,
"Huh. Isn't this fine iron?"
Walking over to take a look, he turned his head to look at SanJose Clark,
"You want to become a blacksmith?"
SanJose Clark nodded slightly. Becoming blacksmith was undoubtedly the most suitable profession for him to make hidden weapons.
"Dad, you're growing older. For a few years, until I grow up a little, please teach me how to forge kitchen implements and let me take over your work."
Previously all he made were the most precise hidden weapons, and on the contrary he had never learned the simplest forging.
SanJose Jordan slightly absentminded, murmured:
"Blacksmith doesn't seem bad, either."
Pulling across a single worn-out chair, sitting down directly by that pile of pig iron, he sluggishly spoke:
"Little Clark, tell me, what kind of blacksmith is the best blacksmith."
SanJose Clark thought about it, then said:
"The best blacksmith should be capable of divine tools."
By what the villagers said, divine tools existed in this world, even though he did not know precisely what divine tools were. But being called 'divine', presumably they should be pretty good.
In SanJose Jordan's eyes flashed a glint of humour,
"Divine tools? Little Clark also knows about divine tools. Then tell me, what should be used to create divine tools?"
SanJose Clark thought this was unexpected, and immediately said:
"The best materials, of course."
Chapter Ends.