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Listening to Erniu, Lao Liu was skeptical. He had been forging since childhood, and what Mo Wen suggested seemed too novel. Nevertheless, he decided to give it a try and followed Mo Wen's instructions to remelt and forge a new tool.
The sounds of clanging filled Lao Liu's home, and with Erniu's help, they finally produced a sample.
"Ha ha! This is a fine knife! If you use better materials, it will be even better. However, Lao Liu, you need to strengthen your physique; you’re a bit weak," Erniu exclaimed excitedly while holding the kitchen knife. Meanwhile, Lao Liu was nearly exhausted; he never imagined that what the men in the village considered the easiest task would turn out to be the most tiring. Yet, he felt an immense joy in his heart. He had memorized every word of the method Er Gou Brother taught him, and it was said that with more practice, he would improve further. At this moment, the happiest person was Mo Wen himself. It seemed his ideas were indeed reliable. Previously, he had only felt that Old Lu's forging methods had room for improvement, and now it appeared that was true. If he were alone in the mountains at that moment, he would have prepared a lavish meal to reward his genius self.
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"Second Uncle, you have seen so much; have you ever encountered such methods?" In the village's ancestral hall, a group of elders looked at the row of knives laid out before them—these were crafted by Lao Liu under Mo Wen's guidance.
"I've never seen anything like this. Not to mention the crafting methods of these knives; I only recognize one or two shapes," Old Village Chief shook his head after examining them seriously.
"It seems we are getting old!" Old Village Chief stroked his beard.
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Driven by their longing for good food, the men of the village took just three days to build what Mo Wen referred to as a "school," according to his specifications. The term "school" later spread throughout the human world as people from Kao Shu Village traveled far and wide, even reaching other races. Of course, at this time, Mo Wen had no idea what all of this meant for Kao Shu Village.
The children in the village gradually recovered under the healer's care, and soon the sounds of children playing filled the air. The adults spoke of a remarkable young uncle who had saved them, and now all the uncles and aunts in the village wanted to learn skills from this uncle. They were eager to meet him but were instructed by their parents not to disturb him. A group of children could only give up on their plans; among them were both timid and bold ones.
One morning, after washing up, Mo Wen began his morning practice in the courtyard—practicing punches and knife techniques had become his daily routine. After finishing his training and looking at several small heads peeking over the gate, Mo Wen waved.
The children were not afraid and pushed open the door to enter the courtyard—there were five kids in total, with the oldest being around seven or eight years old and the youngest only four or five.
"What are you doing peeking outside?" Seeing the children made Mo Wen feel playful.
"Are you Uncle Er Gou?" asked the leading child, surprising Mo Wen with how small he was for a leader.
"I am your Uncle Er Gou; do you know me?"
"Junior Li Yue has met Uncle Er Gou," replied the leading child without answering his question and led the others in a bow. This left Mo Wen even more astonished; although he had never interacted with people from other villages before, seeing such well-mannered children was quite different from what he had previously understood.
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