Lao Li's family has been forging iron for generations, and a room full of men with taut muscles and loud voices, when roasted by the fire, looks like the eighteen Arhats descending into the mortal world! But it turns out that the youngest son Li Zhibai was a freak - fair-skinned, frail and weak, with no strength to tie a chicken. Standing next to the anvil, he looked like a white jade Guanyin who accidentally fell into the coal pile.
Swinging a sledgehammer? The hammer didn't move, so he fell down first! Pull the bellows? I couldn't take a breath and almost became an immortal on the spot! Seeing that the family's inherited stunts were about to be ruined, my father burst into tears: "Son, you can't break the iron with your body and bones, so you can only break the door of the examination room!"
Li Zhibai: I am split! Sister Lin traveled through time and was reborn in a macho den! Can't be beaten by iron, can't be roasted by fire? That's all, I can only bite the bullet and take the merit examination.
Unexpectedly, county examinations, government examinations, hospital examinations, township examinations... Were advancing with great success all the way! From a small official on the border to a senior official in the imperial court, he actually used a bald pen to forge a splendid Qingyun Road!
In the Zichen Hall, Mr. Li, the newly promoted cabinet scholar, caressed the ancestral black iron wristband on his wrist slowly and said with a gentle smile:
"My lord, the son of a blacksmith from a humble family is here - if you want to reason, I will accompany you; if you want to talk about strength... This thing is made with thousands of hammers. It can smash through stubborn iron, and it is not afraid of weighing the rotten wood head a few times."
Manchao Wenwu: Suddenly I have a headache!
Very nice, five-star praise