Chapter 8 1.8 Secret Conversation Between Father and Son

"Dear old father, I want to puff!"

Halfway through the words, a strong old man with white hair and beard beside the hot stove raised his fist and punched Sangji's stomach.

"Haha! My dear son, you finally remembered me, a lonely and miserable old father!" After beating Sangji into a shrimp with one punch, Old Gor had no intention of stopping. His fist rotated left and right on Sangji's stomach fiercely, and Sangji had no power to fight back in his hands like a fragile child.

"You bastard!"

"As a Viking, why don't you learn to forge iron from me? Why do you go to learn carpentry?!"

"Learning carpentry is fine, but you also go to a 9th-tier village to work. I'm really a bastard" Sangji is the eldest son of Old Gor. He once had high hopes for his son, but Sangji's subsequent series of psychedelic operations made him completely unable to understand what he wanted to do.

"Your father is a popular person in Storm's End. Not only does the Duke always give me gifts when he returns from raiding, but he also always brings me a few bags of tobacco when he passes by Quenching Marash?"

"But you!"

"You are getting more and more crazy! It's fine that you ran to a village on the 9th line, but you were treated like a kid by the village chief who didn't even grow all his hair! Your father is a big man in the 'River Valley', where can you put my old face?!"

"Your mother who died of illness many years ago, if she saw you in such a mess, wouldn't she open her coffin and run to hit you on the head?"

"Dad, I can't do it anymore, please spare me"

As a carpenter, Sanji's physical strength is not comparable to that of his father who works as a blacksmith all day. His father is only 13 years older than him, because this old bastard got married at the age of 12. His mother's family was the royal chef of the Viking King "Sabertooth" Oshalevin, and their family was quite wealthy.

All the initial land and construction costs of the "Quenching Marash" store were provided by Sanji's mother's family. Although his father's skills were quite ordinary, the large store and luxurious decoration also scared Duke Bernard and most of his men.

The Marash family is also one of the largest families in "Wind's End Castle".

Half an hour later, Sanji, who was tortured by the iron fist of old man Gore to the point of foaming at the mouth, took a bath and changed clothes with the help of the maid. The old father felt sorry for his son who could not eat anything decent in the remote seaside village, so he specially slaughtered a sheep and took out the iron tongs to skewer the meat. Sanji's two sons sold all the goods on the car and ran back to see their grandfather in time.

"Hey, look at what this is" Old Gore mysteriously took out a silver jar from the iron safe in the bedroom.

"Last year I went to Conqueror's Fortress to participate in the Fire God Festival. At the market in the town, I actually saw merchants from the Tang Dynasty in the East! Oh, look at them! They are standing on flying swords, and their clothes are fluttering. Many bumpkins present even knelt down for them on the spot, thinking they were gods descending to the earth!"

"Your father participated in the forging competition, ahem, but didn't win any prizes, so he didn't have any money in his pocket. Don't even mention the goods in the hands of the Tang Dynasty merchants. Those bumpkins in Conqueror's Fortress have never heard of them."

"That porcelain is crystal clear! Snow-white and bright like the moon in the sky! And the gauze like green smoke, a piece of gauze passed through the square hole of the Tang Dynasty copper coins, silky as grease!"

Old Gore mentioned the goods sold by the Tang people, and his eyes flashed with the intoxicated light of a child. Sangji on the opposite side shook his head helplessly. His father had an uneasy heart. He was over 40 years old and still as innocent as a child.

He opened the silver jar mysteriously, and inside was some colorful powder composed of chili, cumin and sesame.

The room was suddenly filled with strange fragrance.

"Your grandma gave me a jar of spices customized by the O'Sullivan family out of old friendship."

"This is a mixed spice made by Tang merchants! It is said that it spanned several continents, from the East Continent all the way to the West, collected seven or eight plants from different origins, and refined them using the unique baking method of the Tang people. Sprinkle this on the meat, oh, that taste"

"Today, I'll let you guys taste it!" Old Gore reached his sturdy hands into the jar, grabbed two handfuls of spices and evenly spread them on the tender lamb that had just been slaughtered.

"Son, listen to your father!"

"People go up, water flows down. It's better to be a phoenix tail than a chicken head. This is the lesson your father has summed up after living a lifetime! If I can go to the East Land Tang to take a look in my lifetime, it will really be worth my life"

"Ahem" Sangji coughed twice and hurriedly stopped his father.

Dad is a successful businessman, but he is really not a successful craftsman. As early as in childhood, Sanji saw that his interest was not in ironwork, but in poetry and the distance.

Sail on a long boat to ride the wind and waves, drink wine that he had never drunk before, eat food that he had never eaten before, see scenery that others had never seen, and make friends of all shapes and sizes. This is the real pursuit of old man Gore's life.

On the other hand, Sanji has no interest in traveling around the world.

He just wants to stay in the studio honestly, cut wood seriously, make a good boat, and make the best wooden boat in Scandinavia. Before he dies, he will pass on his skills to his son so that his son can continue to make better boats.

Shipbuilding is his interest in life and his only goal in life.

"Dad, I came here this time to buy an anchor"

"Anchor?" Old man Gore raised his eyelids.

"What do you want an anchor for, kid? Could it be..."

The air in the room condensed instantly, and the skewers in Old Gore's hand stopped threading for a long time. The flames of the fireplace beside him crackled. After the father and son looked at each other for ten seconds, he opened his mouth and gently put his head close to Sangji's ear.

"Did the kid in Hanshui Village pick up a ship?"

In the Middle Ages, shipbuilding was the most advanced woodworking technology. Because a simple ship involves the cooperation between many disciplines such as carpenters, blacksmiths, textiles, and forging.

Old Gore never thought that his son, who could only make wooden shields and carriages, could build a ship. In his cognition, the only possibility for Hanshui Village to get a ship was that an empty ship with a broken anchor cable was picked up on the shore and blown into the sea by the strong wind.

Although this kind of thing is not common, it happens several times a year.

Sangji's face was extremely stiff. He held it in for a long time and did not dare to tell his father that the two huge three-masted sailing ships were made by himself.

"Sure! I didn't expect your new village chief, who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, to have such good luck! How big is the ship?"

"Very big"

"Oh my God! Did you pick up a Tang ship? Oh my God! Is the draft deep? Is the damage serious?"

"Are there dead people on the ship? A ghost ship with dead people is unlucky! We need to ask the storm monk to perform a ritual"

Sangji couldn't answer any of these questions. After all, the person in front of him was his biological father, and it was too shocking to say that he could build a ship.

If he told the truth, he would tell his father that all his knowledge was taught to him by the young master Loki who just turned 20.

Not to mention old man Gore, he himself would not believe it.

"Haha! Not bad!" Old man Gore laughed. In Scandinavia, nothing is more joyful than picking up an empty ship on the coast. He stretched out his big hand and patted Sangji's shoulder hard. He couldn't help but speed up the stringing.

"Have you reported to Lord Bernard? Give me the figurehead later, I'll coat it with gold powder! It's so shiny, it's obviously the work of old man Gore."

"Dad, that's the problem, I haven't reported to Lord Bernard yet?"

"Then what the hell are you still standing there for, go quickly! Do you want to go out to sea privately? If the Lord knows about this, he will break your dog legs?"

Old man Gore never thought that Loki was planning to go out to sea privately. Sanji also coughed helplessly again and explained hurriedly: "Ahem, this is a picked-up ship after all, it's tattered."

"We are not sure whether the ship can be used. What if we report to the lord, brag and get the figurehead back, and then go home to install it and find that the broken ship is leaking here and there, how embarrassing!"

"Why don't you sell me the anchor first, and I'll go back and try whether the ship can be sailed. Anyway, winter will come in a few months, and the real sailing will have to wait until the ice sea thaws in the spring of next year."

Sanji's eyes dodged and he lowered his head. Old man Gore stared at his eyes for two seconds, without any expression on his face.

He knew his eldest son too well.

This is a person who is devoted to studying technology, and he will never lie.

But then again, Gore has lived for more than 40 years. This age is already a real old man among the Vikings. How could he not know what Loki, who has not even grown all his hair in Hanshui Village, is thinking?

Among all the lords, which one has not thought about going out to sea to plunder privately? Who doesn't want to put all the gold and silver he earned with his life in his own pocket, and one day replace the Duke who is oppressing him.

After thinking again and again, he nodded lightly with a solemn face.

"Okay! I'll ask my apprentice to move the carriage for you in the basement."

"I'll go by myself! There are too many people and eyes, after all, it's better to keep a low profile for such things." Sangji grabbed a piece of rag to wipe his hands, got up and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Gor growled.

The air between the two froze again, but the next second, Gor suddenly opened his voice and shouted: "Children, it's time to get off work!"

"I'll let you go early today, pack up your things and go home!"

There was a burst of dense footsteps outside the house, and it returned to silence after three or five minutes. Father Gor took half a basin of mutton skewers and went to the door of the house to light a fire. Before leaving, he took off the key from his waistband and threw it gently on the square table.

That was the key to the basement of the blacksmith shop.

The anchor that Sanji had been longing for was placed in it.