Listening to Lin Ershuan's instructions along the way, they gradually arrived at the blacksmith shop, a place that wasn't hard to find at the eastern end of the main street. Although there were only Old Iron Head Brothers working inside, the abundance of ironware made it clear that their business was doing well.
"Hey, Uncle Iron Head!" Lin Ershuan called out with a loud voice, and the dark-skinned, bare-backed old man stopped his clanging work. He looked up and wiped the sweat off with the handkerchief around his chest, his voice rough but friendly, "Er Shuan, what's up? What kind of tool are you looking to have made today?"
Lin Ershuan waved his hand, pointing toward Lin Yuan who stood quietly beside him, "It's not me, it's this young girl. Uncle Iron Head, this is Second Uncle Lin's daughter."
As soon as Old Iron Head heard mention of Lin Jiaxin, his eyes lit up, but they quickly dimmed as he said, "So you're Jiaxin's girl? Ah, your father's leg..."
