Farming Games are All About Grinding-Chapter 152 - 145: Crafting a Fire Barrel

After returning home, Han Qiwu first went to the forge to retrieve three iron ingots, replacing them with new iron ores and coal.

The iron ingots looked shiny and bright, and felt heavy when lifted.

Since this batch of ingots didn’t include the [slightly chilly iron ore], they weren’t as cold to the touch.

Once the materials were prepared, Han Qiwu began simple processing with the tools in the storage room.

The first step was to craft a round wooden bucket. Easier said than done—this required carving long wooden planks into curved pieces, then piecing them together into a circle, drilling holes in the cross-section, connecting them with bamboo pins, and assembling it into a perfect round wooden bucket.

Honestly, making round objects is really tough.

It took Han Qiwu forty minutes to craft an oval-shaped wooden bucket prototype.

Or perhaps it looked more like a wine barrel.

If not for the iron hoops at the top and bottom, it would have undoubtedly fallen apart.

After completing the wooden bucket, the next step was to craft the fire bucket.

"Can’t even melt iron ingots at home." Han Qiwu sighed helplessly; apparently, he’d have to borrow tools from Master Shuzi.

Before heading out, Han Qiwu purposely checked in on Little Shui, finding it still asleep in the mudhole beside the fishing pond.

After checking on Little Shui, Han Qiwu went over to look at the phoenix tree chicken. Similarly, the meat chicken was crouched into a ball on the ground.

Concerned, Han Qiwu reached out to touch it and found its body burning hot to the touch.

"Could it have a fever? Must be feeling awful," he muttered.

Han Qiwu pondered whether to resolve the chicken’s physical discomfort right away. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

The Five Internal Organs seemed like a decent place to go.

"Cluck cluck cluck!"

Feeling threatened, the meat chicken opened its eyes and weakly pecked at Han Qiwu three times, its gaze full of indignation, as if saying, "I’m fine! Don’t touch me!"

"Want some water?" Han Qiwu chuckled as he asked.

The meat chicken pecked three times again.

Han Qiwu went to the nearby water storage tank, filled a large basin, and placed it next to the chicken.

To prevent the surrounding heat from evaporating the water, he even covered the basin with a layer of plastic fabric.

"If something’s wrong, call out loud. In the future, just nod once instead of three times," Han Qiwu said while petting the other hens.

The meat chicken continued to nod three times.

Han Qiwu sighed. Oh well, chickens have small brains, can’t expect too much.

If it doesn’t recover in the next couple of days, might as well fry it.

Could fry some potato fries along with it—it’ll surely taste amazing.

After tidying everything at home, Han Qiwu grabbed some raspberries and rode his bike to the blacksmith shop.

Fifteen minutes later.

Even though it was raining, water vapor still wafted from above the blacksmith shop.

Walking into the shop, Han Qiwu took out a piece of jade and placed it on the counter, yelling toward the forging room inside, "Master, I brought you something new!"

Hearing the commotion, Master Shuzi lifted the curtain and emerged, reaching out to take the jade and inspecting it closely. "Now this is interesting—looks like your progress lately has been pretty good."

"Heh heh, progress is okay. I even solved the heating issue today. Mind if I borrow your forge room for a bit? Need to melt an iron ingot."

"Go ahead, just be careful." Master Shuzi chuckled and reclined on a nearby lounge chair.

"Got it!" Han Qiwu carried both the sample fire bucket and the half-finished one into the forge room.

An hour and a half later, Han Qiwu emerged sweating heavily, gulping down water.

I’m struggling here.

After so much research, all I managed to craft was a subpar product.

[Fire Bucket (Low Quality)]

[Crafted by: Han Qiwu]

[Remaining Usage Time: 20 Hours]

[Effects: Illumination, Cold Resistance]

[Note: Requires replenishing coal every 4 hours]

Not only was the coal usage time reduced, even the wooden bucket had a usage limitation.

hours—probably enough for barely two or three days.

Looking at the item in Han Qiwu’s hands, Master Shuzi shook his head and said, "Honestly, back in my day, even seven-year-olds crafted better than you."

Han Qiwu: "...."

Bet his cell phone skills weren’t as good as mine at seven.

No matter how great Qin Shi Huang was, he didn’t have a QQ account.

After consoling himself briefly, Han Qiwu adjusted his mindset and sought advice from Master Shuzi, mainly asking about the challenges he encountered during the crafting process.

After receiving detailed answers, Han Qiwu took notes so he could apply them next time.

Then, he left the blacksmith shop to test the fire bucket.

Reaching the seaside, Han Qiwu headed straight for the black sea bream cave.

Inside the cave, Han Qiwu took off his raincoat and crouched by the seaside, closely observing the black sea bream.

Hmm, haven’t been here in days—they must miss me.

After finding the right spot, Han Qiwu placed the fire bucket down.

Though it looked quite ugly, it was surprisingly functional.

Sitting on the fire bucket, Han Qiwu quickly felt the slow-burning coal beginning to release warmth. His body immediately felt cozy.

"Fishing like this is so much more comfortable," Han Qiwu said contentedly as he cast his rod out to catch black sea bream.

Today’s black sea bream were unusually enthusiastic; even unbaited hooks were zealously swallowed.

An hour later, Han Qiwu checked his phone for today’s tide schedule.

"Still three hours until high tide," Han Qiwu said, glancing at the shoreline waves splashing against him. Deciding not to move, he muttered, "This fire bucket’s so warm—if I change spots, my feet’ll just freeze."

Anyway, my lower body’s warm—getting a little water on my clothes isn’t a big deal. Let’s keep fishing!

There weren’t many treasure chests today—after an hour, he only fished up two ordinary crystal spheres.

Two hours later.

Just finishing a round of the fishing game, Han Qiwu’s nose suddenly twitched. He jerked his head back and let out a huge sneeze.

Oh no, seems like I’ve caught a cold.

Looking at his raincoat two meters away, Han Qiwu sighed helplessly.

Should’ve worn the raincoat or moved to a different spot—not slacked off like this.

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!"

Han Qiwu sneezed several more times, his body shaking as he sat on the fire bucket.

"That’s enough fishing—better hurry to the clinic." Han Qiwu packed up his things, put on his raincoat, and left the black sea bream cave.

Just outside the cave, he suddenly remembered today’s almanac advice.

Avoid laziness.

The almanac never lies.

Oh well, off to the clinic—it’s only 50 gold anyway.

Standing at the clinic’s entrance, Han Qiwu pushed open the glass door and went inside.

As soon as he walked in, an elderly voice called out from behind the counter, "Young man, you don’t look sick at all!" He looked in the direction of the voice to see an older man with silver hair in a white lab coat approaching him.

Han Qiwu: "...."

What was up with that comment? It sounded so strange.

Stealing a glance at the nametag, Han Qiwu finally understood.

The old man’s name was Qi Ren.