"As long as you can make them, materials aren't a problem!"
Zuo Xiaoduo spoke with the swagger of a man rolling in money. "We've got loads of materials. Plenty, plenty."
Plenty, plenty?!
Wu Tiejiang looked at Zuo Changlu, his eyes full of doubt. Zuo Changlu coughed and had no choice but to cover for his son. "We do indeed have enough. Xiao Nan sent some over a few days ago..."
"Xiao Nan really has it tough," Wu Tiejiang said sympathetically.
He promptly received two stern warning looks from Zuo Changlu, along with an invitation to dinner at their home that was just about to be handed over.
Wu Tiejiang suddenly felt chilled all over.
"Since the materials aren't a problem either, you can definitely forge them, right?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked eagerly.
"I can!" Wu Tiejiang said through gritted teeth. He could already feel that these two hammers might very well be the most expensive, most extravagant hammers he would ever forge in his life.
"As long as you can, that's good."
Zuo Xiaoduo beamed with delight. He felt that this blacksmith did have a few tricks up his sleeve after all and could just barely count as a competent blacksmith.
"What's your preliminary estimate for the weight of these two hammers? The weight has to be precise."
The more Wu Tiejiang thought about it, the more he felt there was a major problem.
He could not help asking, "If they're too small, they certainly won't fit all these things inside, but if they're large, they'll be far too heavy."
"Using a weapon like a hammer isn't as simple as just being able to lift it and smash it down. No matter how heavy the hammer is, in its wielder's hands, it has to feel weightless, like dancing with a rush