The Old Fool's Secret..!

In the clearing behind the wine storing cave, Di Tou was sweeping. Over the course of the eight years, the metal rake had changed quite a bit. It had started as nothing more than a theoretical practice work. A Qing family blacksmith had simply wanted to know, "Can I do it?" And after a dozen attempts had indeed made a complicated rake out of bronze. But after having Di Tou use it for so many years, even without his abnormal strength the rake would have long since started to break down.

And so it had been repaired, and repaired, and repaired some more, until the new rake… could hardly be called the old one.