Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 44 Baby
"Are you looking for a craftsman?"

The accountant stroked his chin after hearing Lin Jiang's question.

“We do have a craftsman here. He's the one who made your tiger skin. Are you thinking of having him make the lanterns?”

"Is this craftsman skilled enough?"

"What do you mean?" The accountant hesitated for a moment. "He's certainly capable enough, but he has a rather strange temper. He asked me to find you to see him before, but I didn't tell you because I saw you were busy."

"Why are you looking for me?" Lin Jiang asked, slightly puzzled.

"It is said that forging requires the presence of a skilled person, otherwise a fine treasure cannot be forged."

Lin Jiang nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Okay, take me there."

The accountant summoned a maid, and the two strolled out of the mansion. On the way, Lin Jiang asked:
"Who is this old gentleman?"

The maid led Lin Jiang along, introducing the various activities as she went:

"That gentleman's surname was Qian, but we don't know his given name. Everyone called him Qian Gong. He used to make components for the capital, I think it was called something like the Casting Department. Later, he got old and his hands started to tremble, so he simply took some money and retired to his hometown."

Casting Office.

The person in the coffin was also from the Casting Office.

It's said to be the place that's best at creating treasures.

Those who come from here are sure to be the best at forging treasures.

Qian Gong's shop was a bit far from the waterfront. He didn't like places that were too crowded, so he built it on the edge of Cangsong. After leaving the Cangsong city area, you had to cross another farmland before you could see the large house connected to the water.

The house was indeed very large, square in all directions, and there were quite a few people inside, from the old to the young, who should all be the family members of this Qian Gong.

There was a young man at the entrance, playing with two children. The two children, a boy and a girl, were squatting by the river playing in the mud, their faces covered in mud, laughing and giggling. The young man didn't seem to like the mud, so he moved a little further away and kept a close eye on the riverbank, clearly worried that the children might slip and fall in.

Seeing the maid arrive with others, he blinked:
"Have you come to see Uncle?"

"The tiger skin that Qian Gong made before belonged to our young master. Qian Gong wanted to see the young master, so I brought him here."

“Oh, I remember.” The young man pointed inside the door: “The old man is inside.”

After entering the courtyard and wandering around for a while, they arrived at a large, warehouse-like building. Pushing open the door, Lin Jiang immediately saw an old man with a green face leaning against a chair not far away.

He was indeed born unique, strange and peculiar, with a face that looked exactly like it had been carved with a knife, and his skin was bluish.

If Lin Jiang stood next to him, most people would definitely mistake him for the one who had come back to life.

The old man was resting with his eyes closed when he heard footsteps and then opened them.

He kept a close eye on Lin Jiang.

The maid didn't disturb Lin Jiang; she bowed and left.

Only Qian Gong and Lin Jiang remained in the room.

After Qian Gong got up, he walked straight to Lin Jiang's side and pointed at the fur in Lin Jiang's hand.

"Young man, did you get this skin?"

"I saw a tiger-slaying hero when I passed by, and I bought it from him," Lin Jiang honestly recounted the origin of the leather.

"Stop trying to fool me. This is a top-quality treasure. Even the unprocessed raw hide would sell for two or three hundred taels! And you just bought it like this?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment, then turned pale with shock: "That damned scoundrel cheated me out of five hundred taels of silver."

Qian Gong's mouth, which had been open, slowly closed.

He was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

"Even if I make precious artifacts, I won't earn many taels of silver..."

He ran back to the chair, sat down for a while to process the price of "five hundred taels," and then said:
“You… well, never mind. Although I’ve only been here a short time, I’ve heard about your family’s water business. For you, the young master, it’s really not a serious blow.”

"That won't do either. Someone cheated me, and I'll have to get that silver back." Lin Jiang was very serious, as if he was really considering asking the tiger-slaying hero for the silver.

“Trading is all about mutual consent, and besides, the other party has already run away, where are you going to find them?” Qian Gong began to speak for a non-existent tiger-fighting hero.

"Alright," Lin Jiang reluctantly agreed.

Qian felt that this eldest son was a bit stubborn, so he simply got straight to the point:
“You came to see me, so you should know my rules. The reason I called you here is not because I have any airs, but because if I were to make this treasure entirely, you probably wouldn’t be able to use it.”

"Can't it be used?" Lin Jiang asked, somewhat puzzled.

Do you know what a baby is?

"Have heard a little bit."

"Do you know that some people need delicate items?"

Lin Jiang nodded.

"That'll be easy."

Qian explained, “Since I am a craftsman, I can roughly control how much material is needed to make a treasure. The more material a treasure needs, the more powerful it will be. Conversely, if a treasure doesn’t need any material, it will just be an ornament.”

"There are treasures that don't need valuables?" Lin Jiang had never heard of this.

"Yes, there are so many!" Engineer Qian counted on his fingers as he introduced them:
"Lanterns that will always shine, candles that can never be extinguished—they don't need valuables. They might seem useful, but they're not really that useful. They're hard to store, and although they're not expensive, who would buy these things except for collectors who really collect them?" "What fun things! Why wouldn't you buy them?" Lin Jiang exclaimed.

Qian Gong was speechless again.

He felt that he and Lin Jiang probably wouldn't get along, so he simply said:
"What kind of treasures do you want? A lot of valuables? A little valuables? Or none at all?"

Qian Gong positioned the tiger skin tiger towards Lin Jiang, reached his hand into the tiger's fur, and pried open the tiger's head, like a puppeteer teasing a child, making the tiger's mouth open and close.
"I can get you a free ornament that will only meow at your feet."

"Then why don't I just get a cat?"

“The cats need to eat, but the ones I created don’t need valuables and won’t eat.”

To be honest, Lin Jiang was actually quite tempted.

Does it shed?

"Just like the cat, always getting handsy."

Lin Jiang was no longer interested.

Let's think about practicality.

"Is this treasure both highly skilled and requires very little in terms of valuables?"

“Young master, if you’re sleepy, go to sleep. Why are you talking in your sleep in broad daylight?” Qian Gong sneered. “It’s not that it’s impossible, but one tiger skin is definitely not enough. If you can find four or five other items of the same quality, then we can give it a try.”

That's a bit difficult.

A tiger is easy to find, but a group of monsters is not.

Sigh, why don't we just go to Han Baicheng and find out who the tiger's owner is? He definitely has more than just tigers under his command; if we kill them all, there will be a whole bunch of monsters.

"Can the direction of that thin, soft material be controlled?"

“Yes, but it can’t go off track,” Qian said. “This is a tiger skin, so its soft fur can’t be grass.”

"If I let him take a bite out of me, but he can't bite through me, does that mean I've successfully acquired the valuables?" Lin Jiang asked again.

"If the treasure is just a bite instead of eating a piece of your flesh, it doesn't matter as long as it bites you, even if it doesn't break your skin. But if you have some treasures that make you invulnerable to swords and spears, you can also have some dangerous treasures."

After listening to Qian Gong's explanation, Lin Jiang nodded.

Although Da Jiang had told him about the treasure, Chen Da Jiang didn't know much about it and spoke vaguely, unable to explain it clearly. Qian Gong explained it much more clearly.

The child's demands for valuables were meticulously planned, almost like following certain rules that required certain methods to avoid danger.

"It can demand more soft and delicate things."

"direction?"

"Take a bite out of me, and this is it," Lin Jiang said. "How much?"

"Not expensive. Ten taels as deposit, and another twenty taels after it's finished."

If these were ordinary items, the processing price would be far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But this is, after all, a precious item, and the amount of silver is indeed not expensive.

“Come back in a month to pick it up,” Qian Gong stroked his beard. “The craftsmanship of the Casting Company will guarantee your satisfaction.”

"Okay, I believe you." Lin Jiang rummaged in his pocket again and took out the lantern used for catching anglerfish: "Take a look at this one too, can this make a treasure?"

……

Lin Jiang returned home, where Wen Xiangyi was already waiting for him in the main hall.

"You're back." Wen Xiangyi was also drinking tea, and she seemed to enjoy it more than Qian Gong.

"You're back." Lin Jiang smiled and pulled up a chair, then joined in for a sip of tea.

After finishing a cup of tea, and smelling its fragrance, Yi Cai sighed:

“My dear, my dear, these treasures, though called precious, all have their own tempers. Your grandfather used to have some treasures, but over the years, many people have come looking for them, and they all broke in the process. Only a few are left here with me, and no one can handle them, so I haven’t let them see the light of day.”

"Qian said it could suppress the ferocity."

“I’ve never been to the capital and I’ve never heard of him, but I’ve heard of the Casting Workshop. They’re full of skilled craftsmen, so maybe they can handle it,” Wen Xiangyi said. “But if you can’t manage it, give it to Grandma, and Grandma will keep it for you.”

Lin Jiang nodded:

"Of course I know."

After a few more words of conversation, it was time for Lin Jiang to visit his grandfather, as it was his daily routine.

The old man was still very sleepy, spending more time sleeping than waking up throughout the day. Several elderly women skilled in caring for people took care of him, cooking for him and changing his clothes and bedding.

Lin Jiang would visit him every day at noon and say a few words to him. The old man was sometimes awake and sometimes asleep. When he was asleep, he was very quiet, and when he was awake, he would listen to Lin Jiang with a smile.

I said goodbye to my grandmother and turned to leave.

Watching Lin Jiang's retreating figure, Wen Xiangyi sighed deeply.

In the end, I couldn't keep them.

(End of this chapter)