Two forgemen were just beating with a hammer

Walking the wide street, I heard the sound of the hammer. And I found a blacksmith's workshop soon. A fire pit was built and three men were working around it. An elderly man sat on the chair beside a pair of bellows. He could be a forge master. And two younger men, who wore a longyi, stood face to face. A stand was placed between them and the hot iron was put on it. Both of them had a hammer in their hand. And they were just beating with it religiously. I was attracted by their clockwork.

They had hit alternately while the iron was hot. So they failed to make time to look at me. Without casting an eye on my camera, they kept beating. I didn't know what they were making. Anyway, the sound of the hammer echoed comfortably.