Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam? Chapter 105 The Journey Home

After three years, he finally embarked on the journey ho. He did not know if his father's body was still as healthy as it used to be after such a long ti.

Had his mother recovered from her stomach ailnt?

What about his cute little sister? How tall had she grown?

Wu Mo now wished that he could imdiately fly to the countryside and have a long talk with his family.

Choo choo...

As the train sped along the tracks, Wu Mo closed his eyes and planned to rest.

He did not sleep well last night and only dozed off for a few hours in the wee hours of the morning.

However, right then, he heard the sound of a phone call behind him.

"Mm... sure, I'll leave the disaster relief for the farrs in Lin Chang to you. I'll be there tomorrow. I'll hang up now."

Hearing the familiar voice, Wu Mo frowned slightly. He subconsciously turned around and found Mayor Zhao, who was wearing a dark blue suit, sitting in the seat behind him.

"Huh?"

Zhao Lu ended the call and looked up to see Wu Mo, who was full of doubts. He exclaid in surprise, and a smile imdiately appeared on his face.

"Wu Mo, you're on this train too?"

...

After switching seats, the mayor and Wu Mo sat together, with only a table between them.

Wu Mo did not expect to et the mayor on the way ho. He was also a little curious as to why Zhao Lu, the mayor of Shanglin City, would make a trip to Lin Chang base city.

"Wu Mo, it seems that our paths aren't that divided. We're actually eting in the sa carriage," Zhao Lu put his phone back into his pocket and said with a smile.

"My hotown is in the countryside near Lin Chang. I plan to go back and visit my parents before I head to the Research Departnt."

Wu Mo spoke truthfully as he looked at the plains and mountains that flew past.

"Hmm... indeed. After studying at the Divine Arms Academy for so many years, you should go back and take a look. However, the countryside is still not a suitable place to stay. If you're willing, you can settle down in Shanglin City at any ti. When the ti is right, you can bring your family over. Your elders have worked hard in the countryside for half their lives. It's ti to take a break."

Zhao Lu did not put on the airs of a mayor and once again brought up the subject of people settling down.

,m Wu Mo thought about it. His parents were too tired in the countryside. They had worked hard for half of their lives to support him and his sister in their studies. They had not lived a day of comfort.

It was ti for them to rest.

With that in mind, Wu Mo imdiately nodded and said, "Okay, since the mayor encourages it, I won't decline."

Hearing Wu Mo agree, Zhao Lu's face instantly lit up with joy.

Wu Mo was a rare talent, the most promising student in the field of forging. It was enough to see why the Research Departnt would recruit him. Those important figures had the sa thoughts as him.

If Wu Mo could settle down in Shanglin City, he would be a talent that belonged solely to Shanglin City in the future. If he could forge so era-defining Divine weapon in the future, the entire Shanglin City would be able to benefit from it.

In the future, when he asked for resources from the higher-ups, he would have more confidence!

"Alright, alright... I'll send soone to do the needful right now!"

Looking at Mayor Zhao's overjoyed expression, Wu Mo felt a little amused in his heart.

He was the mayor, yet he did not put on any airs in front of him. There was clearly a difference of almost twenty years between them, yet they got along like friends of the sa age.

At that mont, Mayor Zhao stood up with an excited look on his face, indicating that he would excuse himself for a mont. Then, he went straight to the washroom and called the clerk to arrange for Wu Mo to settle down.

Wu Mo returned to his original seat and observed his surroundings from the carriage.

The train whistled on the road, rustling the trees under the railway tracks.

There would occasionally be calves playing on the ridges of the fields. Additionally, a few migrant workers wearing bamboo hats were chatting under the trees.

A young eagle that had just learned to fly flew up to the tallest tree in the forest and stood on the treetops, singing proudly.

Its wings were growing, and its eyes were sharp as it looked into the distance.

On the other side, dark clouds were gathering in Lin Chang's sky.

In a village 100 kiloters away from the center of the city, many people had worried looks on their faces.

It was one of several hundred villages in Lin Chang with similar landforms. It was also the place where Wu Mo was born and raised—Changkang Village.

Changkang Village was low-lying and had about 100 households. The farrs who lived there depended on the weather to earn a living. If the weather was good and the vegetable market was in good condition, the villagers could earn so money to support their families. They could even save a portion for ergencies in the future.

If the weather was bad and there were typhoons and torrential rains, however, it would sotis be too late to save their crops, and the entire spring harvest would go to waste.

At this ti, the entire Changkang Village was in such a predicant.

The typhoons in spring were too swift and fierce, accompanied by regular showers, causing most of the corn, cabbage, and other crops planted in the farrs' fields to be ruined.

Wu Mo's parents were no exception...

As a result, their already poor lives beca even more difficult.

Last week, they had pooled all the money in their family to make a few hundred. Despite the tis, they did not hesitate to transfer all the money to their son who was studying far away in Shanglin City.

It was okay for them to be a little bitter and tired, but they could not let their son, who was studying in Shanglin City, starve.

To avoid distracting their son during the graduation season, they did not reveal anything each ti they sent the money!

A blue-tiled house sat by the side of a muddy path in the countryside.

There was a wide road outside the gate, and across the road was a field that had been drowning in the rain.

In the distance, there were endless green mountains, and occasionally, saplings could be seen breaking out of the ground.

A middle-aged woman with rough and dark skin gently pushed the courtyard door open as she carried a basin of clothes back to the house.

She was Wu Mo's mother, Fang Huilan.

She was a woman who had worked on the farm for half her life. Managing the house and things outside had made her lose her youth. She had beco one of the thousands of ordinary farm won.

The house with a green-tiled roof occupied an area of 80 square ters. It was quite spacious for a family of four.

However, the facilities inside were pitifully few. The only television in the corner of the hall had not been turned on for many years.

"Mom, didn't you say that you'll rest today and that I'll wash the clothes?"

A 12- or 13-year-old girl ran out of her room and helplessly took the red basin.

The girl was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, while her hair was tied in a short ponytail. Although her palm-sized face was a little green, she already looked very beautiful.

She was wearing a plaid apron at the mont, and she seed so mature that it made one's heart ache.

"There's nothing to do, Yan Yan. I have ti now."

"Sigh... I'm at ho, so just leave it to . Co and eat when the food is ready."

Yan Yan put the basin away and imdiately pulled her mother toward the living room.

At that mont, they heard the sound of footsteps outside. A middle-aged man with short, thick hair and a weathered face walked in.