"Haitang, how do you know so much?" Mr. Zhang asked Datong's question again.
"I have read a few history books and listened to a few plays. Looking at history, isn't it true in every dynasty and every generation?" Haitang said lightly.
"You now have the demeanor of a profound hermit in the mountains..." Mr. Zhang smiled.
It wasn't until it got dark that the man from the foundry office handed Zi Lu two knives wrapped in cloth, and Zi Lu's mood calmed down a little.
He held two knives with molybdenum added in his hands, and immediately found a soldier with good skills, one each, and started to chop with him...
Haitang and others watched the battle, only to see two figures as agile as apes, moving left and right, and from time to time there was the sound of metal hitting each other.
Everyone is listening and watching...
The sound of metal continued to reach their ears, and the two fought for half an hour. If it had been an ordinary sword, it would have been completely scrapped or broken.
Zilu stopped, took back his weapons, and sent the soldiers away.
I came to the camp with two molybdenum knives and looked through the bright candlelight, and my nerves couldn't help but get excited again!
Both molybdenum knives are in perfect condition!
Not to mention a big hole, not even a small chipped tooth!
The clanging sound of metal just now seemed not to come from these two knives, because they were intact...
It was not only Zilu who was shocked, but also Mr. Zhang and Datong.
Although I believed in Haitang, I was still shocked when I saw it with my own eyes.
Only Bai Haitang looked at the two knives. Everything was as expected. Her expression was normal and calm, without the shock or joy of others at all.
It's as if things should be this way, and this is the only way to make sense.
"Begonia, I really want to hug you!" Zilu stretched out his arms excitedly.
"Well, let me take your place." Datong stood up, sacrificed himself, and welcomed Zilu's generous embrace.
Zilu didn't take it seriously, patted Datong on the shoulder, hugged him tightly, and was just as grateful as Begonia.
Haitang smiled...
"Isn't it just two knives? Look at each of you, you are so excited, as if you have discovered a new world." Haitang looked at them dancing and making endless waves.
"The greatest wealth in the world is not the gold and silver of the treasury, but your wife, Datong." Zilu patted Datong on the shoulder.
"We are your friends too." Datong replied with a smile, he was not that stingy.
"It's great to have such friends!" Zilu said.
"I'm also very happy, when I think that starting tomorrow there will be three grown men washing clothes for a little girl like me..." This is what Haitang talks about with relish.
"I'm willing to do it, even if it takes a lifetime." Zilu said casually, stroking the molybdenum knife.
"Look at you, you are probably the most worthless prince in the history. You were bought with a knife and you are willing to wash women's clothes for the rest of your life. Oh my, how sad..." Mr. Zhang pretended to sigh.
"I don't need a knife, but I am willing to wash my wife's clothes for the rest of my life." Datong looked at Haitang.
I have to keep an eye on my wife and not let the two men next to me have the opportunity to show their attentiveness.
"You, the top scholar, are even more hopeless..." Mr. Zhang said.
"What about you? Aren't you willing to wash your clothes for the beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky?" Datong asked. He already knew about the fireworks in Zhang's house.
"That's true..." Mr. Zhang finally admitted. Everyone has their own preferences.