He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93

Episode 93

“Gyarong hyung-nim. From now on, I’ll take charge of the cooking.”

“No way! The cook who takes responsibility for the warriors’ stamina and health is only me, Gyarong! And, little brother is a guest of Namman! Making a guest cook would be an act that dishonors a warrior’s pride!”

“There’s a saying like this in the Martial Arts World.”

A guest serving food to warriors is the way of honoring warriors.

“It means that an outside guest offering food to warriors is the way to show respect to warriors. In other words, for me as a guest to treat the warriors is natural, and it’s also a matter of my honor.”

“Little brother’s honor?”

“That’s right! If I don’t keep it, I’ll receive tremendous wrath from my ancestral spirits and live my entire life in misfortune.”

“An, ancestral spirits’ wrath!”

“What that wrath and misfortune entails is that I’ll never be able to date for life!”

“Gasp!”

“I’ll become bald!”

“Heoeoeoek!”

“And I’ll become a eunuch.”

“…!!!!”

“Think about little brother receiving the ancestral spirits’ wrath and becoming bald, unable to date, and becoming a eunuch. How terrible would that be.”

“Th, that’s right! If Namgung Cheon-gang, our Central Plains little brother, becomes like that, it would be truly terrible!”

“That precious little brother, who even received the Nanman Beast Palace’s black plaque from Suwang-nim, and furthermore, I who might become a future brother-in-law! You surely don’t wish for me to truly become like that!”

“Of, of course! Gyarong cherishes Namgung Cheon-gang, our Central Plains little brother! I cherish Suwang’s brother-in-law!”

Suwang is the future lord of the Nanman Beast Palace.

If you don’t cherish his brother-in-law?

Tomorrow morning, you become dinner for the beast friends.

Absolutely not allowed!

“I definitely cherish him!”

“That’s right! Then, the cooking!”

“I, I entrust it to Namgung Cheon-gang, our Central Plains little brother! To protect little brother’s honor, hair, and manhood, I, Gyarong, will sacrifice!”

“Thank you, hyung-nim! You’re truly hyung-nim! From the first time I saw you, I thought you’d care for your little brother second only to Suwang hyung-nim!”

“Hmm, hmm… Gy, Gyarong has always cherished little brother a bit.”

“Though I may be lacking for hyung-nim, I’ll devote my heart to cooking for exactly one week! To protect my honor, hair, and manhood!”

“Good! I permit you to cook for one week to protect little brother’s honor, hair, and manhood!”

“Thank you!”

Namgung Cheon-gang bowed his waist 90 degrees.

The whip of forming empathy using ancestral spirits.

And the carrot of praising his character for caring for his little brother while subtly highlighting his cooking skills.

Gyarong hyung-nim’s heart, cooked using these two methods.

It was very deliciously well-done.

“…But, little brother. Are you madam’s real brother? Aren’t you just sharing the same surname with different bloodlines?”

“Oh my! Little brother! Bald! Eunuch! No dating experience! Are you really trying to make me like that!?”

“Ah, no! Absolutely not! Little brother is definitely a real brother!”

He flailed for a moment, but was quickly subdued.

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“Namman’s agriculture is terraced.”

Find land with good energy.

Then, cut it into step-like layers for agriculture.

“Of course, since most of it is jungle, finding land good for agriculture like in the Central Plains is difficult.”

“Then, you cut down the trees growing on land with good energy and then create terraced farmland.”

“That’s right! How did you know, little brother? Little brother really knows everything. Very smart.”

“Haha. It’s just something I picked up.”

The agriculture Namgung Cheon-gang just mentioned is slash-and-burn agriculture.

If there are many trees, it’s one type of mountain agriculture where you cut and burn those trees, then use the ashes as fertilizer.

‘I learned this together while learning about terraced agriculture. I’m glad I remembered it well.’

These two farming methods definitely matched well with Namman’s environmental characteristics.

‘But I shouldn’t think it’s exactly the same as what’s cultivated in ordinary terraced rice fields.’

The land in a jungle environment is different from the commonly known mountains and fields.

Being hot and humid means there are many places where the ground is muddy.

Therefore, the stems of plants here had to grow strong, so their roots were thick, sturdy, and often intertwined with the ground.

The strength of that intertwining was practically like iron.

‘So, the cultivated plants are different, and at the same time, the tools for harvesting and processing them are also different.’

Then what is cultivated?

‘Thinking from my past life’s restaurant experience, the plants cultivated in places like this would probably be cassava, taro, or sugarcane or upland rice…?’

Cassava is a crop that looks like sweet potato.

It’s a plant extremely resistant to barren land and humid climate, so it grows well in jungles like Namman.

In the case of taro, it’s a starch crop similar to taro root but much larger.

This also grows well in hot, humid swamps or rainforests like cassava.

Sugarcane is the same.

‘In the case of sugarcane, it’s a crop that can make sugar, so it’s a perfect natural energy source for hot tropical rainforests like Namman.’

Upland rice can be called the rice of hot, humid regions.

‘Namman is close to places like Laos or Vietnam in my past life, and they mainly cultivated and ate these kinds of crops there too….’

The plants cultivated in Namman’s farmland probably wouldn’t deviate much from this category.

Just in case, Namgung Cheon-gang asked Suwang if they cultivated various crops like these.

Suwang’s eyes widened.

“That’s right! We grow jisalseo (cassava), nijeong-goe (taro), gamcheolcho (sugarcane), and bibimi (upland rice). We also trade them for Central Plains crops. How did you know? Don’t tell me you’ve been to the Nanman Beast Palace?”

It was as expected.

“I’ve never been to the Nanman Beast Palace, but I heard from Father. Since he’s the leader of the Namgung Iron Sword Sect, he traveled all around the Martial Arts World.”

Father.

I’ll be indebted to you again this time.

“I’ve heard the name of the Namgung Iron Sword Sect. To think you’re the son of that sect’s leader. Truly amazing, our little brother.”

“Oh, what do you mean. I’m not amazing, Father is amazing.”

Born as a branch family member, he rose to the direct line position through pure martial prowess.

Then became the leader of the Namgung Iron Sword Sect, one of the famous Namgung Martial Arts Sects in the Martial Arts World.

‘He’s my father, but looking at it this way, he’s really amazing!’

I respect you, Father.

‘Anyway, hearing Suwang hyung-nim’s words and organizing them, I can definitely consider it Vietnam. So there was a reason our Master made farming tools.’

Namman’s environment and the Central Plains Martial Arts World’s environment are different.

This means the land used for agriculture is also different.

Therefore, there’s no way the farming tools used would be the same.

Moreover, if you’re a blacksmith who hasn’t left the Martial Arts World, you’d have no choice but to not know what kind of farming tools suit rainforest farmland.

Isn’t it a different dimension from soil that’s not barren but where milk and honey flow?

‘To make tools suited to that land, you have to go to that land and move your body directly to know.’

In Mak Noya’s case, from childhood he had experiences of going to places outside the Martial Arts World as well as within it.

Therefore, it’s natural that he can make things others cannot.

‘There must have been reasons like this for why he didn’t stay well at Cheongeumjeong.’

Master’s previous actions at Cheongeumjeong are newly understood.

‘As Master’s disciple, I should be even more certain.’

The student surpasses the teacher.

Even though he thought that.

Already in Namgung Cheon-gang’s mind, what farming tools suited Namman and how to make them were being organized.

Though he couldn’t learn it in this life, he had experience making various farming tools in his past life.

It was an area he could sufficiently recall.

From the beginning, I had thought about it since hearing it from Namgung Cheonggi.

‘My brother is truly remarkable.’

After finishing his words, watching Namgung Cheon-gang enter his own world and concentrate deeply, Suwang Yahwel clicked his tongue in admiration.

‘I don’t know about blacksmithing, but as a warrior, I think I vaguely understand what’s happening.’

Surely he was thinking of Namman in that head of his, pondering what to create.

This wasn’t just a thought born from simply liking Namgung Cheon-gang.

Hadn’t he witnessed the process of creating the Cloud Blossom?

That tremendous concentration, that jaw-dropping, incredible skill.

Having seen that sight that made one realize this is what they call genius, how could it be just a thought?

It was conviction gained through observation.

Therefore, he realized once again.

Having such a brother, and forming ties with the Namgung that such a brother was part of, was the most important thing he had done well among all his ventures to the Central Plains.

Well, the most important thing was meeting his lifelong companion.

Ah.

I miss you, Yeong.

‘Ahem. Hm, hmm.’

A heart growing bashful for no reason.

A reddening face.

“Oh, brother. There’s something I’m curious about.”

“I, I wasn’t thinking of Yeong. I was looking at brother Namgung Cheon-gang and thinking how cool he was!”

Namgung Cheon-gang’s voice suddenly cutting in.

Startled, Suwang hurriedly made excuses.

“…??”

Namgung Cheon-gang looked at him with a puzzled expression, wondering what he was talking about.

“…Our Suwang seems full of thoughts about his wife.”

“Leave him be. It’s a good time for him.”

“Getting married at 22. It’s natural to think of her often when marrying late.”

The Namman Warriors whispered among themselves.

“….”

Ah.

When did the discipline of the Nanman Beast Palace crumble like this?

These guys have been whispering frequently lately.

This won’t do.

When I return this time, I need to properly set things straight.

Suwang clenched his fist until his bones cracked and gritted his teeth, making a firm resolution.

Before that, let me deal with my brother first.

“Come to think of it, why did you call me, brother?”

“It’s nothing major, but I heard from sister Namgung Cheonggi that our Master’s farming tools have restored the earth veins that were damaged by the Blood Cult 30 years ago.”

“Mm. That’s right. Accurate. During this time, the Nanman Beast Palace has benefited greatly from Elder Mak Noya’s farming tools. One of those benefits was restoring the earth’s energy that was damaged by those vermin.”

“I’m curious about what kind of damage it was exactly, how much has been restored, and how much still remains unhealed. I want to get an estimate and make more reliable farming tools.”

“Excellent. Like Namman’s elite warriors, you have sharp insight. However, it would be better to show you directly rather than explain with words. I’ll guide you right away when we arrive in Namman.”

“It would definitely be better to see and judge for myself. Understood, brother. Oh, shall we eat now? It seems like it’s about mealtime.”

After enduring that terrible first evening meal.

Afterward, Namgung Cheon-gang, who had taken over cooking duties from Gyarong.

He was excited that it was finally time to show his skills.

‘I’m actually pretty good at cooking, you know!’

Just because he was a blacksmith, did he only swing hammers all day?

No.

Like a true food enthusiast, he occasionally picked up kitchen knives to cook as well.

‘Father, uncle, and even mother said it was delicious.’

Hehe.

How could they resist the knowledge and taste of a modern cook?

Perfect for melting the hearts of a martial arts family.

Plus, didn’t he also have cooking abilities gained through awakening and resonance with Gongmyeong?

‘The rough and beast-like, no, jungle cuisine that our Namman brothers have been eating – capturing their taste buds would be more than enough!’

Perhaps they’d ask him to cook for life?

‘Oh my. I’m already busy with blacksmithing work, what would I do if I had to handle cooking too.’

The world’s greatest blacksmith of the martial arts world, conquering the world with cooking as well.

Wow.

‘Won’t someone write a web novel, no, a marketplace romance novel with this title? With me as the protagonist.’

Ten million views would be the minimum!

* * *

“Hmm. Our brother. Everything’s good, but your cooking skills are rather ordinary.”

“That’s right. You’re far from matching Gyarong.”

“The wild taste is dead.”

“….”

Ten million what.

He couldn’t even capture the hearts of 10 people.

(✧꒳✧)♥:Squeak!

He did capture Baekseol’s heart.

‘…Thank you, Baekseol.’

You’re all daddy has!

“Hehe. You’re far from matching Gyarong’s cooking, brother. Cheer up.”

Go away!

Go away!

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