"No?" He Ze frowned, "Shopkeeper, why don't you help me find it?"

He went into several shops in a row, but he couldn't find a suitable one.

"Customer, there is really no shop. What you want is a six-stone strong bow. The load-bearing capacity is more than 300 kilograms, and the requirements for the bow body and bow string are huge. I have a four-stone here, but I bought it earlier. Now there is still a two-stone bow left. It is rare for ordinary brave people to use two-stone stones!"

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed and he was inevitably a little suspicious of He Ze's insistence on the Six Stones. The guest official did not seem to have such arm strength no matter how hard he looked at it!

"...Guest, why don't I take the two stone bow to show you?" Seeing that He Ze was silent, the shopkeeper didn't want to give up the business easily, he immediately spoke tentatively.

"No need." He Ze waved his hand.

The bow he bought last time was two stones. The bow he could easily pull was probably too light for Lin Yu.

"Since that's the case, I'm disturbing the shopkeeper."

"Oh! Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong."

The shopkeeper responded, and looked at He Ze's back disappearing at the door of the store, then shook his head. Liushibing, how many people in the world can pull Liushibing! What's more, it's such a small place.

He Ze naturally didn't know what the shopkeeper was thinking, but he searched all the blacksmith shops in the town, but he still returned without success. In the end, he had to buy some food at will, meet with Liu San and He Dalang at the intersection, and return to the village together.

It was getting late at that time, and when he arrived home, Mr. He was relieved to see him. He was not afraid of his son, but he was afraid that his son would let Liu San and He Dalang get rid of it and go outside.

"Here you come back? You're keeping the meal for you. While it's still hot, go and have something!"

"good."

He Ze responded, put the food in his hand into the table in the room, and then entered the kitchen. He An was kneading the dough inside.

"Where is Eminem?"

"Em went out and said he would come back later." He An got a lot of flour on his face. He was now red in the east and white in the west, and he didn't notice it either.

Seeing his appearance, He Ze curled his lips and said nothing more. He just put on the small table in the kitchen. When he finished eating, He An suddenly sat opposite him, looking at him blankly with his chin on his hands.

"What's wrong?" He Ze put away the dishes.

"Brother, why don't you ask me why I want to knead the dough?"

"……Why?"

"Brother," He An's mouth suddenly sagged, "You really forgot!"

He Ze was puzzled.

"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon." He An looked at him with anticipation.

"Then what?"

"...Brother, how could you do this!" He An stood up suddenly with a look of crying expression on his face and ran out a few steps.

He Ze laughed out loud, but the smile on his face had not been stopped yet, and He An ran back, "Okay, brother, you're playing tricks on me!"

"......It's your sixteenth birthday in a few days. Tell me, what birthday gift do you want?"

"You can do anything you want?" He An's eyes lit up.

"Of course," He Ze poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "anything is OK."

He An chuckled twice, then suddenly approached He Ze, held his arm with both hands, and before he started to shake, the latter had already pulled his hand out, "If you don't say anything, I won't listen."

"...I said! Brother, please... give me some money?"

"Yinzi, what do you want silver?" He Ze put down his teacup.

"Well... I'll have a few days after my birthday. Brother Lin's birthday is here. He gave me lotus leaf chicken the next year before, and last year I gave me a fox fur hat. This year... I want to give him a gift, too." He An said a little hesitantly, looking at He Ze with only one pair of eyes looking forward to it.

"Birthday? Lin Yu?"

"Yeah! Brother, you answered me?" He Ang said in a long voice, and grabbed He Ze's cuff with both hands, "One or two... no, five cents, forget it... three cents are fine, brother..."

"Lin Yu, birthday..." He Ze murmured to himself, and didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly stood up, "Okay, brother, prepare this gift for you!"

As he said that, he had already walked out of the door quickly, but for a moment, he could not even see the shadow.

"Hey! Why is this person like this?" If you want to give it to yourself, will you not give it to me? Why do you prepare it for me? They still want to choose it by themselves! What can you guys pick out!

For a moment, He Ze didn't know how many words he said were blaming him for his cheapness, and finally he had to pound the table with anger, his mouth was so sluggish that he could hang a bottle of soy sauce.

Today is July 27th, He An’s birthday is the third day of the August 2018, and as for Lin Yu…it is August 11th.

This is what He An told him.

There is still half a month left, and it should be time.

He Ze thought for a moment, and on the afternoon of the next day, he came back from the mountain with a tree.

"Oze, you are..." My son didn't want to learn carpentry from him, right? This is a good thing!

"Dad, you don't have to go out during this period, right?"

He Ze finally rolled the tree into the yard gate, and found a hatchet to cut it off on the branches and leaves. However, the tree seemed to be very hard. He cut it for more than a dozen times before a piece of branches broke.

"No, no, didn't you go out just two days ago? I'll live after the Mid-Autumn Festival next time. If you want to learn, my dad will teach you well in the past half month!" He Youcai took a sip of dry tobacco and smiled.

"Teach me?" He Ze paused, then chopped a few times before saying, "No, Dad, I think you don't have to go out, lend me the things in your box."

"...Ah? Lend me those things?" The smile on He Youcai's face suddenly stopped, "Then why are you coming back after cutting such a big tree?"

"Make a bow."

"Making a bow? Didn't you buy one last time? Why is it not working?"

"No, Dad, don't ask."

He Ze cut off two branches after a while, both of which were only two fingers thick. Seeing that sweat was coming from his forehead, He Youcai realized something was wrong.

He walked down the stone steps a few steps, circled around the tree on the ground several times, and then touched the red tree heart at the broken end of the tail, and said in a little surprised and indifferently, "This tree..."

"It's ironwood."

He found the largest dense tree on Xiangyang Mountain. He found this one in the huge Xiangyang Mountain. The iron tree fell all its seeds on the ground, and he also gave birth to several of them and sprouted them before he was willing to come back with him.

"It's really Tiemu? How did you... move back?"

Ironwood, just by listening to its name, you can know that the tree is as hard as iron and has an extremely heavy weight, but it is a rare and rare tree with clear colors, clear texture, strong load-bearing capacity, insect-resistant, corrosion-resistant, even if it is stored in water for hundreds of years, it is a top-quality wood for wood utensils or beams in the house.

A treasure that has no market value!

When he was young, he was an apprentice with the carpenter in the town. When he saw the rich family found a thin and small tree and gave his brother a makeup set. He was surprised at that time that such a small tree could not withstand the tossing, so he asked the master and then heard about it.

I never thought that he would still be able to see him in his lifetime! He is still so old! I am afraid he is decades old.

He Youcai squatted down, touched the bark, and looked excited.

"The three of us cut off the mountain together with Liu San and He Dalang for a whole morning before we got it back. They were afraid that you would not let you enter the door, so they went back at the gate of the yard."

He Ze did not pause at all.

"That's it..." He Youcai looked a little embarrassed, and then looked at Tiemu again, and suddenly said strangely, "Some of my homes have to make wood. I often go up the mountain to cut trees. Why did I not see this tree after cutting down more than ten years?"

"Dad, this tree must grow well on the mountain. Can you recognize it?" He Ze exposes him mercilessly.

“…”

He Youcai lost his words. If he hadn't seen his son cut hard and saw the heart of the tree, he would never have thought that the tree was actually iron wood.

Alas, baby!

"Praise—Praise—"

There were two more sounds of chopping hatchets, and a branch broke. He Youcai's face changed and he rushed over to stop He Ze, "Son, you can't cut it anymore! This is a treasure. Even if it's a branch, it's good for me to make a corner tomorrow."

"Dad, don't worry, I only have a piece of it, and the rest will belong to you after I use it." He Ze pushed He Youcai away.

"No, no!" He Youcai snatched the hatchet from He Ze's hand, "Absolutely no! If you make a bow, I'll cut another one up the mountain. This is the first time you do it, you may have to waste much material! Absolutely no!"

"Dad!"

He Ze also touched his forehead now. He had known that he would not have told the truth.

"It's useless no matter how you call it! You won't be allowed to move this tree," He Youcai looked at He Ze, with a look of disgust for wasteful resources. "I have to keep it for An Ge'er to make a dowry box. I'm afraid that even this box will make my husband's family look a little more respectful!"

“…Dad!”

"If you like it, I'll squeeze in and leave a makeup box for your new wife." He Youcai looked so irritable that he didn't want to get in, and then said after a while.

He Ze lost his voice. He glanced at Temu on the ground, suddenly nodded, and entered the room leisurely.

Seeing that he had left, He Youcai squatted down and stroked the tree, and his face was gentle and could drip out of water.

That night, seeing that there was no light in other rooms, He Ze sneaked out of the door. The next day, He Youcai sacrificed the rattan that he hadn't seen for a long time and chased He Ze for a long time. He didn't stop until Li came back to save the scene.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry, that little bastard! It's all you, why are you stopping me... That's Tiemu!" He Youcai looked sore, looking at Tiemu, who was half short on the corner of the wall, almost shed tears.

"What's wrong with Tiemu? Tiemu was also cut back by Ozawa himself? Why do you take it?" Li put his hands on his hips, holding the rattan that he snatched from He Youcai's hand.

"Then...that's not what he uses!"

That's iron wood! Iron wood!

"Okay, okay, Ozawa likes it, just let him go! Isn't the rest? You can relax your mind a little. Can a piece of iron be as important as your son?"

Humph! No! After all the chops are cut, what else can he say?
To be continued...