It was a hot summer night.
Dots of firelight covered the Iron Buddha Ridge. Hundreds of blast furnaces stood in the small town outside the mountain range. From time to time, commoners would push ores in and out.
Cheng Shilu, who was as strong as an ox, held his long-handled bronze hammer and walked up the stone path on the mountain at a leisurely pace. He had already changed into another brocade robe, but the weather was too hot, so he had loosened his collar, revealing brown bear-like chest hair.
The villa at the end of the stone path was the Cheng family's private residence. Just as he reached the entrance of the villa, a young man quickly ran up to him. "Father, welcome back. How is Second Uncle?"
"Don't you see that I'm covered in dust? What do you think I could do?"