People often said that Lucky Seventeen was a simpleton. But Wei Renpu believed otherwise. "Education knows no class," he would say. To him, Lucky Seventeen was simply a little slower than most. So he began teaching the boy math. After a few rounds of lessons, Lucky Seventeen truly began to improve.
One day, Wei asked, "If it takes half a month to till one acre of land, how long would it take to till ten?"
"Five months," Shiqi answered.
"And if one acre yields two picul of grain per year, how much would five acres yield?"
"Ten piculs," said Lucky Seventeen.
Wei Renpu was overjoyed, "The sages spoke true!"
Seeing his joy, Shiqi clapped along with him and beamed with pride.
After the death of Chai Rong, the Hanging Blade finally disbanded. Wei once said: "When ten thousand swords are forged, the day of return shall come."
Lucky Seventeen, hearing this, asked innocently, "How long does it take to forge one sword?"
"A month," Wei replied.
"Then ten thousand swords will take ten thousand months. There are twelve months in a year..."
Shiqi did the math in his head and asked, "Once I finish forging them, will the Dragon keep its promise?"
Wei, though pained by the question, still answered.
"It will."
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