The next day was a ten-day holiday.
Zhou Ling got up early and began to repair the fire pattern furnace.
After a [primary analysis], the main problem of the fire-condensing imprint was determined.
It was due to long-term use, which caused the inscription to wear out and the spiritual ink to lose its function.
It was not a big problem to repair.
After redrawing the inscription, Zhou Ling checked it carefully again to make sure there were no other problems.
Only then, with a satisfied look, he wrapped the furnace with a clean linen cloth and put it in the medicine basket.
After breakfast, he carried the medicine basket and came to the West Street Market, the stall of Old Man Zhao.
Old Man Zhao sat on a low stool, eating fried dough sticks while shouting, and from time to time he wiped the sweat on his face with a yellowed towel.
Zhou Ling handed him the repaired furnace.
Seeing the furnace, old man Zhao stuffed the remaining half of the fried dough stick directly into his mouth, his mouth bulging, and said excitedly, "Ling boy, did you really repair this furnace?"
Zhou Ling nodded, "Yes."
Old man Zhao's spirits were even more lifted, his eyes sparkling. If this furnace was really repaired, in addition to paying Zhou Ling for the repair fee, he could also make a few more spiritual stones.
You know, he only makes a dozen low-grade spiritual stones a month by setting up a stall here.
This furnace is a big business for him.
Then he took a towel, wiped his hands, and carefully took the furnace out of the medicine basket with both hands.
He looked at it carefully, with a serious face.
Zhou Ling was originally very confident, but looking at the expression of old man Zhao, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, "Is there a problem?"
After watching for a while, old man Zhao exhaled and said with joy, "No problem, it's really fixed!"
Zhou Ling was relieved. Although it had been judged many times by [Primary Analysis], it was the first time to repair a low-grade magic weapon after all.
He didn't have much confidence in his heart.
Old man Zhao carefully placed the alchemy furnace into the sack, and took out ten low-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to Zhou Ling.
Zhou Ling happily took the spirit stones, carefully put them into the spirit stone bag, and then asked happily, "Uncle Zhao, do you have any inferior low-grade magic tools?"
Zhou Ling had tasted the sweetness. The spirit stones he earned from repairing this fire pattern alchemy furnace were more than what his parents earned in a month.
And it was easy.
Old man Zhao rolled his eyes at him and couldn't help laughing, "Do you think low-grade magic tools are cabbages?"
"I can only get a bargain once every one or two years."
Zhou Ling thought about it and thought so.
But when he looked around, he saw that the tools on the sackcloth of the stall were all ordinary magic tools, with a few inferior ones.
Even if they were repaired, he would only earn a dozen broken spirits.
Zhou Ling was not very interested at this time. It was one thing to earn less.
The key was that it was a waste of time, and it was of no help to his own refining skills and talent improvement.
Old man Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to earn spirit stones, I can introduce you to one!"
Zhou Ling was a little more energetic after hearing this, and asked, "What connections does Uncle Zhao have?"
Old man Zhao glanced at Zhou Ling and said, "The inscriptionist at the Lu family workshop left last month, and they are short of manpower."
"If you can refine inscriptions, you can go there and try it."
"But you have to make it clear first, you have to say that I introduced you."
"In the future, they will give priority to selling their workshop's defective products to me!"
"Where is the Lu family workshop?" Zhou Ling thought for a while and asked.
The workshop is the main source of magic tools.
If you can take the order from the workshop, you can not only earn more, but also greatly improve your own refining skills.
After all, most of the training in the Taoist Academy is theoretical classes, and there are very few actual refining courses.
The Taoist Academy's refining courses also have practical courses, including tool quenching and inscription drawing.
But since there is no ground fire in the Xixia branch, if you want to take such practical courses, you can only go to the North Courtyard. But it was twenty or thirty miles away, so Zhou Ling couldn't go there at all.
Now, if he could get an order from a workshop to do an internship, it would be a good opportunity.
"On Xiyun Third Street, when you get there, you can see the sign of Lu's Workshop."
"Remember to say that I recommended it!"
Old Man Zhao reminded him again with concern.
Zhou Ling nodded.
After thanking Old Man Zhao, he left the market.
He walked towards Xiyun Street that Old Man Zhao mentioned. After
Zhou Ling walked straight along West Street for a while, he turned two corners.
When he came to Xiyun Street, he soon saw the Lu's Workshop that Old Man Zhao mentioned at the end of the street.
A simple and spacious courtyard.
From time to time, there were bursts of jingling sounds coming from inside.
In front of the workshop, there was a flag sign with "Lu's Workshop" embroidered on it. The flag was a little dark and stained with cigarette ash, and it looked a bit old.
According to Old Man Zhao, Lu's workshop has been open for about ten years.
The workshop's refiner's surname is Lu, and he is a quencher. He has a very good skill in quenching.
However, the level of the engraving masters hired was limited.
As a result, the workshop had a low yield rate.
Therefore, they could not afford to hire real weapon refiners, and could only hire some casual weapon refiners.
When Zhou Ling entered the yard, he saw a burly middle-aged man drinking tea in big gulps.
Not far away, at the stove, several disciples were bare-chested, swinging sledgehammers, and hammering iron.
"All of you, work harder, you are forging iron, not embroidering!"
Master Lu put down the tea bowl, reached out to wipe the tea dust off his beard, pointed at the disciples and shouted loudly.
He was shirtless, sturdy, dark-skinned, but with bright eyes and a loud voice.
After scolding several disciples, Master Lu leaned over and picked up the towel hanging on the side and wiped the sweat off his face.
Turning around, he saw a sturdy, handsome, and bright-eyed child walking in.
He frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Little guy, we are not recruiting apprentices here! Go back, go back!"
It is not easy for casual cultivators to survive, and casual cultivator children have to learn how to make a living from an early age.
Once they leave the Taoist temple, they can only find ways to learn skills.
Therefore, almost every day, casual cultivators bring their children to the workshop to learn to refine weapons.
Master Lu saw Zhou Ling carrying a medicine basket and wearing simple clothes, so he naturally regarded him as a casual cultivator who was studying.
Zhou Ling shook his head and said, "Master Lu, I am not here to learn to refine weapons. I was introduced by Shopkeeper Zhao to draw inscriptions."
"Shopkeeper Zhao?" Master Lu looked at Zhou Ling, "You are a child, how can you draw inscriptions?"
"Shopkeeper Zhao Yixi."
"I am a cultivator in the Taoist temple, and now I can draw first-level low-grade inscriptions."
Zhou Ling said seriously.
Master Lu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and his expression eased a little, "So it was introduced by old man Zhao!"
After a pause, he asked with a little doubt, "Can you really draw first-level low-grade inscriptions?"
"I can do it a little!" Zhou Ling nodded modestly.
"It's not enough to just know a little bit. The artifacts we refine in our workshop are complicated and involve many types of inscriptions."
Master Lu looked at Zhou Ling and narrowed his eyes.
Zhou Ling replied seriously, "Master Lu, if you don't believe me, you can bring the tools and let me try it!"
(End of this chapter)