He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 102
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Chapter 102
Episode 102
The martial families belonging to the Central Plains Martial Arts World have extraordinary family bonds.
Even if they commit crimes, if they’re within the same fence, they bring them into their fold to pay for those sins.
If others demand payment for those sins, they would even wage war using that as pretext – such was the love of the Central Plains martial families.
Of course, they wouldn’t go so far as to protect those who committed acts like the martial arts secret incident from 30 years ago.
That would make them a public enemy of the martial arts world, wouldn’t it?
If they don’t want their family to be exterminated, they have to cast them out.
Thinking about it, the people of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace have affection that’s even deeper than martial families.
Of course, in appearance, there are none who suit the word “warrior” better than these people.
‘When you think of them as friends or family, their love and affection are certainly deeper than those in the martial arts world.’
How did it come to be this way?
I asked when moving from Dongwunrim Cheonjam-eul to the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace.
The answer I heard from Yahwel was:
‘Long ago, humans living in the vast forests of Namman were only themselves, so their hearts for caring for each other grew strong.’
Well, you can find the answer by looking at primitive jungle tribes in real life too.
Even if blood doesn’t connect them, if they’re within the fence called ‘tribe,’ they’re no different from one family.
‘Bonds formed in harsh environments where it’s difficult for people to survive can only be that deep.’
So I understand.
Thinking of even traitors as family and mourning their deaths.
The act of bringing back their belongings to embrace them in the family’s arms until the very end.
‘Without that, how could they embrace the blood of a traitor from 30 years ago again?’
Though they were hurt by betrayal again because of it.
It’s not something I need to interfere with.
No matter how meddlesome I am, it’s hard to be meddlesome enough to change the affectionate culture of a people that has continued for so long.
‘That’s not meddling – it’s a problem that time will naturally solve.’
What I need to do is one thing.
Not being ridiculously meddlesome, but:
‘Helping to erase the pain carved into the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace.’
That is what I, who will become family, who will enter or may already be in that fence of affection, must do.
The thing I originally came here to do.
‘What Master has been doing all this time—’
In other words, picking up the hammer.
* * *
“Let’s make farming tools. To completely clear out all the remaining blood soil.”
Straightforward words without any additional stories.
Among the grandfather and grandson who had been in heavy silence about the death of their blood relative, even after saying they would erase the wounds, the elder nodded.
“Exactly. What should we do?”
“We’ll make ingots. Of course, not ordinary ingots, but ingots mixed with purification soil that our Baekseol spat out. Only then can we make powerful farming tools that can purify the blood soil.”
These were things already said before.
Yamu nodded in understanding.
“I understand.”
“Let’s see, then what we need right away is purification soil.”
Namgung Cheon-gang’s bundle is full of purification soil.
But this isn’t work that ends after making a few dozen.
Just the nine places where they went around to purify Munmilbong had vast territories.
At least the size of two Cheonjam-eul areas.
‘Even here alone, the manpower to purify the blood soil will be in the hundreds. But I heard there are more than nine places where blood soil sleeping in blood energy exists…’
First, confirming exactly how much there is takes priority.
“Brother Yahwel, exactly how much area has blood soil in the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace? Could you tell me in terms of Cheonjam-eul size?”
“In terms of Cheonjam-eul size… at least twenty places or more.”
“Then numerically, we’ll need at least a thousand workers. Let’s estimate about a thousand farming tools in bulk…”
I’d like to have Baekseol consume it all and overturn everything, but…
Wasn’t it about 500 people living in Cheonjam-eul?
When I roughly looked around during the village festival, it seemed about that much.
‘There might be more, but if we estimate 500 people, including roads, courtyards, houses and everything, it would be about 15,000 to 20,000 pyeong.’
To compare with soccer fields, it’s about the size of Seoul World Cup Stadium.
I heard that rural villages with about 500 people in my previous life were about that size.
Random knowledge you pick up while working at the blacksmith’s forge?
‘Twenty such places…’
It’s twenty places in words, but in terms of area, about 300,000 to 400,000 pyeong.
‘In modern terms, it’s about one-third the area of Yeouido – solve that with Baekseol?’
That’s ridiculous.
It would take ages, and the internal energy wouldn’t be enough either.
Solving it with Baekseol is out of the question.
Making tools and putting in maximum manpower to cultivate is the wise thing to do.
‘So using Baekseol just to get purification soil is enough.’
How many?
Generously, about a thousand.
Phew, I need to recover my internal energy well.
So I don’t get anemia.
‘Anyway, the rough calculation is done.’
How much time it will take, how many ingots mixed with purification soil it will take.
Whether there’s anything lacking.
I even reviewed calculation errors.
After a moment passed, I even caught the errors.
Clap.
Namgung Cheon-gang clapped his hands to focus everyone’s attention.
“Let’s start work right away. Nothing makes the complexity in your head disappear like work.”
“That’s right.”
“Brother Yahwel, I’ll lend you Baekseol for a moment, so could you go to the widest and thickest blood soil area and release Baekseol? I need about a thousand pieces of purification soil.”
“Got it, just trust me. I’ll make a thousand pieces of purification soil and collect and bring them right away.”
Yahwel thumped his left chest as if to say trust him.
“Squeak!”
Baekseol followed suit.
“That’s exactly what I want. Thank you, brother. Thank you too, Baekseol.”
Pat, pat.
“Now, while Brother Yahwel and Baekseol collect and return, let’s make Baekryeonjeonggang mixed with purification soil – the three of us: Elder Yamu, Ung-i, and me.”
“Got it!”
“Ung-i will help!”
“Come on, let’s move! Light the forge, let’s get it hot!”
“Ooh!”
The blacksmiths picked up their hammers.
Just as they were about to rush off to work.
Tap tap.
Someone touches Namgung Cheon-gang’s shoulder.
Oh my.
Who could it be when we’re busy?
Looking back, it’s the Lord of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace.
“Oh my, Lord. Please give your orders.”
Backs naturally bowing before the immense power of the Palace Lord.
“You don’t need to show such excessive courtesy, young man of Namgung. If you’re my son’s younger brother, then you’re also my son. Moreover, aren’t we about to become a real family soon? Straighten your back. If you’re family of Namman, a man of Namgung, you shouldn’t bow to just anywhere!”
“You are absolutely right!”
Straightening up.
“You look good standing proudly. Now that I see you, your physique is very fine and manly. You’d be no less than a Namman warrior.”
“Thank you for the praise, Palace Lord! However, may I carefully ask if you have some business with me?”
“Ah, it’s nothing else… well, what should I do?”
“Pardon?”
My son goes to collect purification soil with Sinchung Baekjeop.
My father goes to smelt ingots with his hammer.
I should have something to do too, shouldn’t I?
The opinion of Yaggang, Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace.
“…”
Um, Palace Lord?
Isn’t the Lord of the Beast Palace a very high-ranking person?
In modern terms, a president, chairman, CEO.
Why is such a person asking me, a mere employee, for work?
This doesn’t make sense.
Isn’t this the ultimate insubordination?
‘…These words rise to my throat.’
But…
‘I can’t help it.’
Look at those sparkling, bright eyes of that giant tiger wanting work…
If I say there’s no work, he looks like he’ll sadly devour me…
Or else, the true Tiger King’s Fatal Strike that the Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace might unleash could unfold, so I need to quickly give him work.
‘But what should I have him do? There’s nothing to assign.’
Really.
I can’t assign blacksmith work either.
‘Ah, what—’
Ah, that’s right!
There was the most important task!
“Um, Palace Lord. Though it may be presumptuous and I’m sorry, but I have a request for you!”
“Don’t be presumptuous, and you don’t need to be sorry. Feel free to order me around! This Nanman Beast Palace is where even the Palace Lord works, and I, Yaggang, am the one who takes responsibility to the end!”
“Ooh! You’re truly amazing! I thought your bearing felt different from the start, but wow! You’re the king of leading by example, the King of All Beasts who puts himself first in hardship and last in comfort!”
“Hmm, hmm!”
The young man of Namgung speaks well.
Yaggang smiled contentedly.
“So, this task seems like only you could handle it, Palace Lord!”
“Ooh, a task only I can handle! What is it!”
“Please recruit about a thousand young warriors or young people from the Nanman Beast Palace who are idle but have energy to spare, Palace Lord. We’ll need professional workers to cultivate the land with the farming tools we’ll make later.”
The blood soil corrupted by blood energy isn’t for immediate agricultural use.
To purify it, we need to turn over the soil to some extent.
‘So the first farming tool to make is also a plow!’
The original purpose of a plow is to turn over the hard surface soil and bring up the nutrient-rich subsoil.
It’s a tool for creating optimal land for agriculture, you could say?
But blood soil is contaminated with blood energy, so even if you turn it over, it would be the same—
‘But if we dig it up with a plow imbued with purification power, we can purify even the inside.’
The purification water sprinkled on the surface of the blood soil will also seep inside to neutralize the blood energy.
‘Turn over the inside for purification, and make the purification water spread more. It’s killing two birds with one stone!’
Moreover, this land-turning work doesn’t require specialists.
So rather than people engaged in agriculture, we needed workers who were idle and had excess energy.
‘People working in agriculture can be brought in later.’
To recruit such professional workers in the Nanman Beast Palace, shouldn’t it be the strongest person?
Looking at the physique and behavior of the Namman warriors that Namgung Cheon-gang had observed so far…
‘If someone weaker than them came and said “you work,” it wouldn’t be strange if they got bent in half at the waist.’
So, besides the Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace who is the strongest person in Namman, where else would there be someone to gather them?
He’s absolutely perfect!
“This really is work that I’m needed for! Very good. Trust me, young man of Namgung! I’ll immediately recruit a thousand idle warriors!”
“I trust you, Palace Lord!”
“If they don’t respond to recruitment, I’ll break their legs! Kahahaha!”
No, that’s a bit…
Before I could stop him.
Yaggang ran out.
He disappeared in an instant.
‘…He’s just saying that, right?’
Namgung Cheon-gang carefully, reverently, and quietly watched Yaggang.
‘I used to think brother Yahwel was like a constellation…’
The Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace is like a constellation father.
‘…’
He really hated himself for belatedly realizing that breaking leg bones wasn’t just something he said casually.
* * *
A week later.
“Is Squad 1 all gathered!”
“Gathered!”
“Yahwel is here too, younger brother Cheongang!”
“I’m here too!”
“Ung-i too!”
“Kahahaha! I’m here too!”
“…”
Why is the Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace…
‘Is the position of Lord of the Nanman Beast Palace boring?’
Anyway, having him here is more helpful.
“Squad 2!”
“Here!”
“Ready!”
The young men of Namman belonging to Squad 2 shouted.
“Squad 3!”
“Here!”
Then one after another.
About 20 squads answered.
Namgung Cheon-gang had made a thousand plows in a week.
Meanwhile, Yaggang had assembled a thousand workers.
Men and women evenly.
Namgung Cheon-gang divided them into 20 squads of 50 each.
‘Rather than one round of plowing, dividing into 20 squads to turn the soil is more efficient!’
Twenty squads of 50 mixed Namman Beast Palace brothers and sisters each, overflowing with stamina and strength, plowing.
‘They’ll dig an underground railroad.’
Of course, there’s groundwork before plowing.
He divided another 100 people into 2 squads for this.
Namely, purification water groundwork.
Sprinkling purified water on the ground with an ultra-large sprayer to further purify the surface.
That groundwork has just been completed.
100 young men and women of the Nanman Beast Palace are limping as they step aside.
“….”
He really did break them in the end….
From what I heard, it wasn’t that they refused the summons, but they were broken for being late….
‘…I should rush over immediately when the Palace Master calls.’
Namgung Cheon-gang made a firm resolution in his heart as he picked up his plow.
When Namgung Cheon-gang picked up his plow, Gyarong, Yahwel, Yamu, Ung-i, and Yaggang from Squad 1 all picked up their plows together.
“Everyone knows the chant, right!”
“We know it!”
“We know!”
“Then let’s shout it! Namman forever!”
“Namman forever!”
“Namman forever!”
It had now become Namman’s perfect chant.
“Let’s dig!!”
“Dig it!!”
“Ueoeoeoook!!”
Kwakakakakakak!
‘Wow.’
The ground is torn up in an instant.
‘If someone asked whether tractors are needed in the Martial Arts World, I think I could answer with confidence.’
They’re not needed.
With Namman hyung and noona, we don’t need to envy even 10 tractors.
Kwagagagagang!
3 weeks.
It was the moment when the 400,000-pyeong blood-colored lump that had been lodged in Namman’s heart for about 30 years was reborn as fertile soil in just 3 weeks.
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