The Greatest Dominance

The Great Ideal [II]

At this time, Ning Fusheng's mother said, "Dad, Fusheng is still young now, wait a few years before letting him learn from you."

Ning Fusheng was even more stunned when he heard this, and he shouted anxiously: "Dad, Mom, you are not really going to let me forge iron, are you?"

Ning Bufan snorted and said, "A son follows in his father's footsteps. What's wrong with that? When your father was seven years old, he started learning this great career from your grandfather. You are also seven years old this year. You should have the awareness of becoming a man. So, starting tomorrow, you will learn blacksmithing from me."

Ning Fusheng was unwilling, but when he wanted to argue, he saw Ning Bufan looking at him seriously. Based on Ning Fusheng's experience, whenever Ning Bufan showed this expression, it proved that the matter had been decided and no one could change it. Seeing this, he turned to look at his mother, Mo Ruoying.

Mo Ruoying smiled and said, "Why are you looking at me? What's wrong with blacksmithing? Look at your father, he built his family with this craft, and now everyone in the surrounding villages knows your father's name. This is what I think, you learn this craft from your father, and when you are seventeen or eighteen years old, I will find you a wife, and then you can live a stable life, how great it is."

"Mom, I really don't want to work as a blacksmith." Ning Fusheng winked at Mo Ruoying while speaking. But Mo Ruoying seemed not to notice and turned to Ning Bufan and said, "Dad, I think Fusheng should get married earlier so that we can enjoy a more peaceful life when we are old. What do you think?"

Ning Bufan agreed with this very much and nodded, saying, "You are right. When Fusheng turns seventeen, we will arrange a marriage for him."

Ning Fusheng heard this and said boldly, "Dad, if I start working as a blacksmith with you now, won't I end up spending my whole life in Huangshangang?"

"What else do you want?" Ning Bufan said indifferently.

When Ning Fusheng saw this expression, he knew that his father was angry, but he still said, "I want to learn martial arts and then travel around. I can't stay in Huangshangang all my life, right? If so, wouldn't my life be lived in vain?"

In fact, the seven-year-old Ning Fusheng had no idea how long a lifetime was, nor did he know what it meant to live in vain, but in order to escape the bad luck of being a blacksmith, he could only exaggerate.

He originally thought that his father would never want him to become a person who accomplished nothing, so in his opinion, this sentence was still somewhat convincing.

Unexpectedly, Ning Bufan just said calmly: "Life is like a dream. I gave you this name with the intention of letting you live your life in vain. In fact, Dad has a great wish, which is to let my son live his life in vain, not entangled with fame and fortune, but just to concentrate on blacksmithing."

Ning Fusheng wanted to say something, but he had too little to say, and he couldn't find any arguments that could stand up.

Seeing Ning Bufan's unmoved look, he knew that it was useless for him to say anything. Feeling bitter, Ning Fusheng said with a broken jar mentality: "Just forge iron, don't regret it later!" 

After saying that, Ning Fusheng felt even more wronged. Other children can go to the martial arts academy to practice martial arts every day, but he can only forge iron at home.

Ning Bufan smiled slightly, and then said seriously: "In fact, there is nothing wrong with blacksmithing. If you can become the best blacksmith in the world, then you will find that it is wise to choose the path that your father pointed out to you."

Ning Fusheng smiled stiffly and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, I will become the best blacksmith in the world!" After saying this, Ning Fusheng rushed into his room.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed, and this year Ning Fusheng was ten years old.

"Ding ding ding, clang clang clang..." In the hot summer afternoon, most of the villagers in Huangshangang were taking a nap at home, but Ning Fusheng was bare-chested, vigorously hitting the red-hot iron block on the anvil.

His slightly dark face was tougher than his age, and the bulging muscles on his arms were much more developed than those of children of the same age. His task today was to make a decent sickle.

Following a burst of rapid and regular hammering, Ning Fusheng spat and muttered, "Isn't it just a sickle? Is it so difficult? Could it be that this young master really cannot realize his great ideal of becoming the best blacksmith in the world? No, it must be that my way of forging is wrong. Let me try again!"

After that, he threw the newly formed iron block into the furnace and then pulled the bellows hard.

Soon, a muffled whirring sound came from the bellows, but Ning Fusheng didn't feel it at all. As the fire in the furnace burned more and more vigorously, he watched the changes of the iron block intently.

When the iron block turned red, he quickly picked up the iron shears to clip the iron block out, and started the clanging iron work again. 

After three years of ironwork, Ning Fusheng could easily make the first two of the knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hatchets, hooks, and forks.

However, Ning Bufan never let him learn these weapons, and only let him learn to make farm tools, such as iron rakes, iron hoes, iron shovels and the like.

Among these farm tools, Ning Fusheng believes that the sickle is the most difficult to make. Not only must it be sharp, but the arc must be correct, otherwise it will be very difficult to use.

Summer is hot, and summer afternoons are even hotter. Adults generally don't want to move around.

But Ning Fusheng didn't slack off. In order to achieve his great ideal of becoming the best blacksmith in the world, he didn't dare to waste any time.

Of course, if Ning Bufan hadn't given a death order, Ning Fusheng would never be here now. He would only appear in the river.

"Son, if you can't make a decent sickle today, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!" These were Ning Bufan's original words. It was precisely because of these words that Ning Fusheng vented all his resentment on the iron on the anvil.

"Hit, I'll hit, I'll break you!" Ning Fusheng muttered to himself as he hit the iron block fiercely. However, even though he hit it hard, he didn't dare to beat it until it was deformed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to complete the mission today.

Not having food to eat would be the least of his worries, but he would definitely not be able to escape this beating.

"Other people's sons are now practicing martial arts, but I'm here fighting for the title of the world's best blacksmith." Ning Fusheng said with a hint of resentment.

"One day, I will grow up and become independent. By that time, I will definitely escape from Huangshangang. Even if I become the best blacksmith in the world, I will not continue to forge iron. I hate this business!" This was Ning Fusheng's truest thought three years ago. 

Even now, although he always talks about his great ideal of becoming the best blacksmith in the world, it is just to deal with his father's inspection. In his opinion, his father is a tyrant.

"Fortunately I didn't say those words at the time, otherwise I would have been in trouble." Ning Fusheng muttered, and then put the already formed sickle into the water.

Ning Fusheng didn't understand why he did this, but his father said that this was called quenching, which was said to make the forged things more durable and less likely to break.

After repeated beatings, the sickle was already in good shape. Ning Fusheng smiled with satisfaction and put it aside. It must be said that at this moment, Ning Fusheng still felt a sense of accomplishment. Just as he was about to call Ning Bufan to check the goods, he heard a girl at the door shouting, "Brother Bai Huo, I'm here to play with you."

"Coming soon." Ning Fusheng said, and then shouted into the house: "Dad, Shen Lanlan is here to see me. The sickle is ready. Come and take a look."

"Get out of here! I'll be up soon. If you cut corners, I'll show you how I'll deal with you." Ning Bufan shouted from inside the house. Ning Fusheng smiled and quickly ran out of the house."