After reading the handwritten notes for a while, Chen Lin went over to the stone platform.
He picked up a piece of ore to examine it.
This ore was called explosive flame stone. When burned, it crackled and produced extremely high temperatures, making it an important fuel for forging high-grade weapons in this world.
What he wanted to make demanded materials of exceptional quality, and only this fuel could produce them.
Even the aid of his talent ability would not suffice otherwise.
Once his preparations were complete, Chen Lin got to work.
Although he possessed two or three thousand years of memories and extensive experience in every field, this body was only ten years old and had no supernatural energy. His strength was far too limited, and an entire afternoon yielded little progress.
When dinnertime came, he could only return home.
Early the next morning, he again used catching birds in the mountains as an excuse to continue refining materials in the cave.
Spring passed, and autumn came.
Five years went by in the blink of an eye.
The little village remained peaceful, and the things Chen Lin had worried about never happened.
Over those five years, his mother tilled the fields and wove cloth, showing nothing unusual, and no enemies came looking for her.
The only change was that Uncle Han next door, seeing no hope of winning the beauty's hand, married someone else and moved to the county town.
Chen Lin's source of materials was cut off.
However, he had grown up by then and was no longer kept on such a tight leash. Whatever materials he lacked, he could buy himself in the county town.
With his abilities, secretly earning a little money for materials was easy, and he had accumulated some savings over the years.
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