MTL - Guardian of Douluo-Chapter 2 (build)

Tang San began to practice Xuantian Gong at the age of one and taught Tang Nian. Now they are almost six years old. However, Tang San still asked Tang Nian to lay the foundation. Their home is on the west side of Holy Soul Village. The three shabby houses seemed to be more and more dilapidated. In the middle of the big roof, there is a wooden sign with a diameter of about one meter, on which is painted a simple hammer. The most widely represented meaning of hammer in this world refers to a blacksmith.

Yes, their father, Tang Hao, was a blacksmith. The only blacksmith in the village.

Tang Nian was still thinking, this method may be the best, who would have thought that the famous Haotian Douluo, which made Wuhun Hall feared, would become a blacksmith, this big continent It can be said to be one of the most humble occupations.

However, even if this profession is low, as the only blacksmith in this village, their family should not be so poor. However, that meager income is mostly...

From age four. When Tang San was not tall enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already his daily work. And the little Tang Nian will hand him some needed things by the side. Tang San still remembered that lazy Xiao Nian would always follow him no matter what he was doing, even giving up his favorite sleep.

Come to the stove and step on the wooden bench skillfully. Lift the lid of the large iron pot. The aroma of rice came from the nostrils, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.

Snorting, Tang Nian was attracted by the fragrance of rice.

Seeing Tang San still carrying himself, Tang Nian frowned and said, "Brother, I'm hungry."

Seeing that Tang San was going to serve the meal in a hurry, he added, "Next time you just wake me up, you don't have to carry it all the time."

"It's alright, Xiao Nian looks cute when she wakes up smelling the fragrance." Tang San smiled, picked up three bowls with more than ten cracks beside the stove, and carefully poured them Three bowls of porridge. Tang Hao has the most, but he and Tang Nian are relatively equal.

Seeing Tang San making their porridge the same, Tang Nian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, it seems that it is effective to resolutely not drink excess porridge. In fact, Tang San used to have the least porridge, and he would always give Tang Nian half of his own. But Tang Nian would always secretly pour the extra into Tang Hao's bowl in the end. After many times, Tang San would remember to get more for himself, at least the same as Tang Nian. As for the small contest between the two brothers, Tang Hao didn't care about it.

"Dad. It's time to eat." After the porridge was finished, Tang San shouted.

After a while, the door curtain was lifted. A tall figure walked out with some staggering steps. It was a middle-aged man. It looked like he was about fifty years old. But his figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering. The torn robe was worn on the body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath. The originally upright facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with a sleepy appearance, and the hair was messy like a bird's nest. The beard on his face has not been groomed for an unknown number of days, his eyes are dull and dim, even though it has been a night, the smell of alcohol on his body still makes the two brothers Tang San frown.

This is Tang Hao, Tang Nian and Tang San's father in this world. Looking at his father, Tang Nian frowned. He could understand his father's depression, but he didn't accept it, because he didn't let Tang San feel any father's love.

Tang Hao never cared about them. When they first started, they would cook some food for them. But over time. When Tang San started cooking, Tang Hao didn't care about anything. Moreover, he was addicted to alcoholism, which made Tang San even more tired because his family's poverty was even worse. Tang San didn't say it, but Tang Nian always knew that he was working hard and was very disappointed with his father's indifference. Tang San worked so hard, but he couldn't say anything, he could only accompany him silently, letting him know that he was still by his side.

But looking at Tang Hao who looked so old, Tang Nian couldn't blame him, just because he lost the person he loved most, his mother, the one who made him feel guilty, He couldn't tell Tang San of her existence. He also knew that Tang San didn't resent his father, just because he let them have someone who could call him father.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being hot, and poured the porridge into his belly. The dark yellow complexion looked a little more lustrous. "Dad, drink slowly. Also." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand. He gave him another bowl of porridge, watched Tang Nian drink it slowly, smiled at himself, and then picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

When he was in Tangmen, he never left there, and he had little contact with the outside world. Originally it was like a blank sheet of paper, and there were some things that Tang Nian didn't know as much. When he came to this world, he became a child again. There is nothing unacceptable.

Soon, seventy or eighty percent of a pot of porridge entered Tang Hao's stomach, let out a long breath, and put the bowl on the table. The drooping eyelids opened a little and looked at Tang San. "If you have work, take it first. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll go get some sleep."

"Okay, Dad." Tang San replied

Tang Hao looked at Tang Nian again, "Aren't you going to sleep?" Tang Hao's tone was a little surprised. His work and rest habits are very regular, and he sleeps in the morning. Build some farm tools in the afternoon. As income, drink at night. And Tang Nian was more regular, sleeping every day, as long as he had time, of course, except with Tang San, this kid listened to Tang San's words unexpectedly, and the two rarely caused trouble for themselves. Thinking of the bear children in other people's homes, and the two who looked at himself, Tang Hao suddenly felt a little emotional, and touched the heads of the two of them for the first time ever.

Happiness came too fast, making Tang San sluggish for a long time.

Tang Nian looked at the vicissitudes of the uncle who suddenly sighed, and said in a very flat tone, "Wait for my brother to finish his work."

"Oh." Tang Hao didn't care, stood up and walked towards the interior.

"Dad." The sluggish Tang San suddenly called out. Tang Hao stood still. Turned to look at him. There was a little more impatience between the eyebrows.

Tang Nian watched the conversation between the two, leaned against the wall of the room, and watched calmly. But he still didn't know whether to laugh or cry when Tang San suddenly woke up because of a piece of iron.

Tang San pointed to a piece of raw iron in the corner with a faint black light: "Can this piece of iron be used for me?"

As a Tang Sect disciple, he has an unspeakable love for hidden weapons, which Tang Nian does not have. Tang San has been very distressed about this, and in the end he can only let it go.

Tang Hao's eyes shifted to pig iron. "Hey, there's an iron spirit in here?" He walked over and lowered his head to look, then turned to look at Tang San, "Do you want to be a blacksmith in the future?"