The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

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The surroundings were completely silent.

Some people might want to come up and try it, but they don't dare to speak, mainly because this kind of test is too bizarre.

Leo walked up to Boncinio and asked with a smile, "You're so fat, you must be quite strong, right?"

Having just been intimidated by Leo, and now receiving another piece of trash talk, Boncinore went over to grab the harpoon without a word.

He used all his strength, his whole body in a tug-of-war posture, and after two or three seconds he finally pulled a little bit... but at the same time, a fart popped out!

The whole audience burst into laughter, and Aurelio laughed the loudest.

Amid laughter, Leo disassembled the harpoon and held it in front of Sandro, seemingly wanting him to examine it.

The harpoon is stuck to the sack and pulled at an angle. The lever arm is not straight, which tests not only strength but also grip strength.

But this isn't a strongman competition; it's a test, and the main character is a harpoon, not a person.

It withstood the weight and friction of three completely wet sacks when dragged by two people, which is enough to test its resilience.

Sandro came today solely to be with his wife and paid no attention to the harpoon.

Sandro looked displeased when he saw that Leo had asked him to be a notary.

Am I, a captain of such a great caliber, to be your judge?

joke!

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife looking at him with concern, and he thought of the names on the ketchup list... After much deliberation, he finally accepted the harpoon.

Everyone in Malzamémi knows that Sandro is a very fair person and would never be unfair just because Bianchi was involved in the forging.

It might even become more stringent because of Bianchi's involvement.

Sandro squinted as he looked at the fork and fork body from the side.

The entire stadium held its breath, waiting for Sandro to speak.

About ten seconds later, Sandro's voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "No deformation, no bending, the angle of the fork has not changed, and the toughness is very good."

Aurelius let out a triumphant shout.

Then, like a child, he ran up to Boncinio and swaggered around in front of him.

The fat man had just farted in front of everyone, and now someone was pressing their face against his, causing his face to turn a deep purplish-red.

Feeling embarrassed to stay in the crowd any longer, I retreated to a large rock a little further away and sat down, cursing myself to fail the next test!

Leo, too lazy to deal with that kind of trash, pointed to the laughing Aurelio: "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce him. This harpoon was made by Aurelio; he's the best blacksmith I've ever seen!"

Without giving those around him time to discuss, Leo carried the trident to the large tree wrapped in wet cowhide: "A good harpoon, besides having the toughness to withstand fish weighing hundreds of kilograms, also needs to have extremely high hardness and piercing ability. Now let's test its hardness and piercing performance."

"Bianchi, what's all the excitement about?" Angie asked her brother.

After the three cobblers disbanded, Bianchi returned to his parents and brothers.

Upon hearing Leo mention that the next test would be puncture performance, Bianchi excitedly moved back and forth, and his body started fidgeting more.

"The sharpness is absolutely no problem!" Bianchi said excitedly.

The test content was entirely designed by Leo.

Whether intentional or coincidental, this second test was exactly what Bianchi was in charge of, and it was the area he was most confident in.

Although he shared the same feeling as Aurelio—an eagerness to showcase his achievements.

But Bianchi didn't have a TV-watching buddy as good as Enzo.

Hearing Bianchi's smug tone, Sandro habitually gave him a blow: "It's true that the fiber strength and toughness of wet cowhide are close to that of fish skin, but this cowhide is covered by tree, not flesh and blood. The surface is slippery and the inner layer is hard. You've been a bit bold in choosing this testing method."

Bianchi had a lot to say to his father.

He meant to say that I've been sharpening it for a very long time, and it's really sharp.

He also wanted to say—Leo just secretly told me that there's nothing wrong with this harpoon! I absolutely believe him!

But these words can only be repeated in one's heart over and over again... There will never be a chance to say them out loud.

Bianchi silently retreated behind his father and brothers, looking dejected like a punctured balloon.

Mrs. Rosa watched secretly, and her heart ached again.

under the tree.

Leo first explained why the wet cowhide was there.

The physical properties of wet cowhide are closest to those of the real bodies of large fish.

Collagen fibers are arranged in a woven, interwoven pattern, like a three-dimensional net. When cowhide is soaked in water, the collagen fibers absorb water and swell, and the weave between the fibers becomes tighter, so wet cowhide becomes hard, tough, and more difficult to puncture.

After explaining the test equipment, Leo apologized to everyone, saying, "The explanation took a bit too long and wasted some of your time. I will speed up the rest of the tests so as not to delay your time to go home and cook or eat."

After saying that, he lightly sliced ​​the taut, wet cowhide with the side of his harpoon.

A straight cut appeared on it, as if it had been made with a ruler, with a neat and clean cut without any rough edges.

As the hides on both sides rolled up, everyone realized that it wasn't just one layer of wet cowhide, but two layers... and the tree was behind the edges of the two layers of hides.

Leo smiled and asked the people around him:

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"Anyone want to come up and try it out? It's really stress-relieving."

"No need to test it, you can tell how sharp it is just by listening to the sound," Enzo said, arms crossed.

Country folk are used to having knives around all year round. Although they are not knife experts like Rosalia, they know what's going on when they hear that hissing sound that sounds like a snake flicking its tongue.

This cut cleaved through two layers of wet cowhide, roughly equivalent to cleaving through two layers of fish skin!

On the Mariani family's side.

Bianchi finally showed a look of joy.

He knew that the sharpness was definitely not a problem!

Before Bianchi could even breathe a sigh of relief, the blows came one after another.

"It's only natural that the fork tip is sharp; if it can't even cut through fish skin, what kind of fork is it?" Sandro commented mercilessly.

Bianchi slumped down again, losing all interest in even watching the test.

Every time he felt he was very capable, his father would immediately put him down.

Bianchi had grown accustomed to this life of never receiving praise.

Suddenly, several exclamations came from the surrounding area.

Bianchi saw his brothers looking at the square, so he looked up towards the big tree and saw Leo pulling the harpoon off the tree.

"Was that too fast?" Leo said apologetically. "I was afraid of delaying everyone's meal, so I was a little fast. I'll do it again."

Leo stood 2 meters in front of the tree.

He held the harpoon in one hand, without a running start, without raising his arm high, without twisting his waist and hips, and without using his waist and abdomen to drive his arm... he simply used his wrist to exert force and casually pushed it forward.

The three prongs pierced the wet cowhide at the same time and disappeared into the big tree behind, leaving only the prongs.

"what?"

Bianchi was startled.

He recognized the voice as coming from his father, Sandro.