Chapter 570

Lin Cheng generously took out tea canisters one by one from his spatial ring and handed them to the elders; each canister contained 500 grams of tea leaves, which should last three or four months if they were frugal.

"We are truly grateful for this."

"You are too kind, Master Lin Cheng."

"Indeed, indeed, thank you so much."

The elders spoke their thanks with delight, their hands quickly moving to take their own canisters before them.

What puzzled them was whether Master Lin Cheng was not only skilled in forging but also in tea production.

To this, Lin Cheng smiled and admitted it quite openly.

"That's right, I have dabbled a bit in tea production. Although the yield is not high, it is perfectly sufficient to satisfy a small group of people."

To the ears of those present, this undoubtedly meant that while Lin Cheng's own tea production was limited, there would still be a share for them every year, putting their minds at ease.

The group's admiration for Lin Cheng rose to a new level; while flattering him, they carefully tucked the tea canisters into their spatial rings. One elder secretly peeked at the amount of tea in his canister, and the quantity made him grin from ear to ear.

It was likely that even the great nobles of the Imperial Capital did not receive as much tea as was in his canister.

Lin Cheng was truly a man full of miracles.

Afterwards, the meal and the discussion of forging techniques were naturally pleasant. Originally, Lin Cheng and the members of the Blacksmith Guild had been somewhat distant, but this meal undoubtedly brought their relationship closer.

Lin Cheng did not drink, citing his young age, but the others did.

The drunken elders, in their excitement, spoke of introducing their grandsons and granddaughters to Lin Cheng, and some even wanted to swear brotherhood with him and become his followers.

This left him truly unable to laugh or cry; fortunately, other elders held that elder back, preventing the incident from escalating.

Lin Cheng was genuinely afraid that the elder, once drunk, would force him to swear him in as a big brother; if the elders' families found out, wouldn't the seniority become a mess?

After the meal, Lin Cheng saw the elders off at the entrance of the Flying Fox Restaurant, after which other blacksmith members would see them home.

President Holder and Vice President Ste were still in high spirits. They had also drunk alcohol, but their faces were only flushed. They looked at Lin Cheng with bright, piercing eyes, seemingly carrying some sort of request, their mouths opening as if to speak but stopping.

Lin Cheng looked at them in confusion, and it took a good while before he remembered what he had promised the president earlier.

"Oh, oh, the two presidents, please come with me." Lin Cheng took the two back to his room, took out paper and pen, and while explaining the function of the inscriptions and various combination sequences in detail to them, he recorded them on slips of paper.

Throughout the process, the two presidents listened with utmost seriousness, fearing they might miss a single word Lin Cheng said. As he spoke, they even took out their own notebooks to record carefully, nodding in amazement from time to time.

It was indeed an inscription preserved intact from the Tute family.

When Lin Cheng finished explaining the thirty inscriptions, it was as if a new world had been opened for President Holder and Vice President Ste. They were completely immersed in this new world, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

It was not until Lin Cheng finished recording and handed the complete collection of inscriptions to President Holder that the two woke up one after another.

"Lin Cheng, I once again thank you on behalf of the entire Blacksmith Guild!"

"Thank you very much!" Vice President Ste also bowed from the side.

"You're welcome. This is for the benefit of all blacksmiths. If there is anything you don't understand, you can come to me at any time."

Once these words were spoken, Lin Cheng's intention was to answer their questions about the inscriptions, but President Holder and Vice President Ste looked at each other, their eyes carrying a certain implication.

To be honest, they were very satisfied with Lin Cheng's explanation of the inscriptions this time, but there were still many things they did not understand, especially regarding the engraving process; every brand-new inscription required long-term practice.

Explaining 30 inscriptions to them in one night was truly difficult for two men over fifty to absorb; they needed a teacher to teach them repeatedly so they could consolidate what they had learned.

"President, I suggest establishing a temporary inscription classroom within the guild, allowing Master Lin Cheng to explain these new inscriptions to us regularly. Once the first batch of members has successfully learned them, they can then teach others."

The suggestion made by Vice President Ste was excellent, and President Holder agreed without a second thought.

But would Lin Cheng agree?

The two looked at Lin Cheng with pleading eyes simultaneously.

"Uh, how is the renovation of my shop going?" Lin Cheng originally wanted to decline politely, because this matter sounded far too troublesome; "regularly" was just something said nicely...

If he wanted to get rid of this task, wouldn't he have to go to the guild to teach every day?

"Master Lin Cheng, rest assured, our guild has a dedicated team of craftsmen. I guarantee they will renovate your shop properly, using the best materials, and the guild will cover the related costs. What do you think?"

"Since you've put it this way, very well." Lin Cheng readily agreed.

It was evident that President Holder and Vice President Ste were also people who loved to learn, especially regarding new inscriptions; they must have been incredibly eager to study them thoroughly.

How could he ignore such studious students?

A free renovation team shouldn't be turned down!

It could even save a sum of money; it was a total steal!

"Then it's decided. I will have a carriage pick you up tomorrow morning." President Holder was also very excited, planning to release this news as soon as he returned to the guild.

"That's fine." Lin Cheng agreed.

The coming days would be busy, but the shop's renovation was not something to be rushed; it could only be done slowly.

The night was late. After Lin Cheng saw President Holder and Vice President Ste off into their respective carriages, he walked back into the restaurant; he was a bit tired and prepared to return to his room to rest.

However, Sister Zhang stopped Lin Cheng at this moment, wanting to return the remaining tea leaves to him.

"Lin Cheng, here are these precious tea leaves back for you."

"Just keep the extra, Sister Zhang. You've been busy all day, so you might as well taste it; it has the effect of relieving fatigue." Seeing that there didn't seem to be much tea left in Sister Zhang's hand, Lin Cheng decided to give it to her generously.

"That won't do. These tea leaves are too precious; I really don't have the qualifications to enjoy them." Sister Zhang had also vaguely heard some information from other blacksmith members and learned of the tea's preciousness.

This was not something an ordinary commoner like her could afford to enjoy.

"What's so precious about it? It's just some tea leaves I refined casually, used for brewing tea and making milk tea. Sister Zhang, just rest assured and accept it." He shoved the tea bag that had been forced into his hand back into Sister Zhang's hand.

"If it really doesn't work, just use it. Brewing tea or making milk tea is fine. I still have plenty; it's not anything too precious."

"Alright, then I'll take it to taste?" Sister Zhang asked tentatively again.

She was quite happy in her heart to be able to taste the flavor of these tea leaves; she had also smelled that refreshing fragrance when brewing tea before.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Lin Cheng also took the opportunity to return to his room to rest.

On this side, Sister Zhang soaked all the remaining tea leaves in a large pot of boiling water and called everyone over, including Miss Qianhui and Ji Xia, intending to let everyone taste the flavor of this tea.

But who would have known, Sister Zhang was not clear about the ratio of tea to water; there were too few tea leaves, and the resulting brew had almost no flavor.

The group just smelled the tea fragrance and chatted away, thinking this was the flavor of the tea.

In the end, it was Miss Qianhui who tasted that it was too weak; she took out the tea leaves she had privately stored, added them according to the ratio with practiced skill, and after resealing the teapot and waiting quietly for a few minutes, everyone finally tasted the true, good tea brew.

"There is also a knack to brewing tea; it requires the tea soup to be clear, and the tea leaves will naturally rise and fall in the cup."

Everyone followed suit and imitated her, finally tasting the true charm of the tea soup. They couldn't help but relax their brows, which had been tightly furrowed from a busy day, and the fatigue of body and mind seemed to be relieved at this moment, leaving them stunned in place, deeply experiencing it.

"Miss Qianhui, how do you know so much?" Ji Xia naturally felt the charm of the tea, but she was also curious about where Miss Qianhui had learned so much knowledge about tea.

Speaking of this, Miss Qianhui couldn't help but blush with shyness.

"These tea leaves were stir-fried by Lin Cheng and me when we were in Black Stone City. Back then, in order to make delicious milk tea for me, Lin Cheng specifically taught me how to brew tea. Since then, I have been brewing tea every day to make milk tea."

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If Lin Cheng were here, he would definitely deny it on the spot; he clearly made milk tea for sales!

"Right, milk tea."

Miss Qianhui suddenly realized; she almost forgot that she didn't like drinking tea alone, and brewing tea was mostly for making milk tea.

"Little Yanzi, do you want to drink milk tea? That is a rare delicacy in the world!"

"I want to drink it, I want to drink it, Sister Miss Qianhui, make it quickly, make it quickly." Feiyan, still a little girl, couldn't withstand this temptation and immediately grabbed Miss Qianhui's hand, acting spoiled.

"Then come with me to the kitchen to get some milk and sugar cubes."

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"Okay, okay."

That night.

After President Holder and Vice President Ste returned to the guild, they released the news of the temporary classroom for brand-new inscriptions to be held the next day, with the newly promoted eight-tier blacksmith Lin Cheng as the lecturer, inviting ambitious blacksmiths in the Rock Fortress city, and even famous blacksmiths from across the country, to participate.

The blacksmiths who received the news immediately dropped everything and decided to head over.

If forging itself belongs to the body, then inscriptions are undoubtedly the soul.

Any tool cherished by a blacksmith possesses a unique soul, and the soul also determines their capabilities.