好家伙，这味儿是真冲，李青禾皱着眉头，把眉头拧成了一个疙瘩。他这鼻子啊，虽然不是什么灵兽的嗅觉，但也是相当灵敏，这味儿要是搁一般人，估计早就捂着鼻子走远了，可李青禾他不一般，他这是要当王的，鼻子灵敏点不是白灵敏的。

前脚刚进éfancé谷，这股子刺鼻味就钻进鼻孔里了。.Rows of chimneys, like rows of spears, pierced the sky, and the black smoke that gushed out made the sky yellow and angry. This is the smell of smelting, but it's too concentrated, almost suffocating.

Lǐ Qīnghé hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the source of the smell. This place is the newly built smelting workshop of theéfancé Valley. Lǐ Qīnghé had seen the smelting workshop many times, but he had never come in like this before.

The entire workshop was a mess. The workers were busy smelting, but there was no order. Some people picked up the ore, some people poured the molten iron, and some people forged the iron. In the blink of an eye, a mess.

Lǐ Qīnghé walked into the workshop and saw that the workers were indeed very busy, but they were very disorderly. Some people even gave up their jobs and chatted idly.