Plummeting from heaven to hell, and then returning from hell to heaven, the over-fifty-year-old Zhang Da couldn't hold back his emotions. Tears streamed down his aged face. Seeing him like this, his wife, Zhong Yunxiang, cried alongside him.
Only after a flustered Zhang Bowen spent a good while comforting them did Zhang Da wipe his tears away and ask joyfully, "Bo Wen, are you saying that all these things were taught to you by that Su Youzong, Mr. Su?"
"Yes. Mr. Su knows everything under the sun. Not only did he teach me how to make these tools, but he also gave me step-by-step instructions on how to run the shop."
Whenever Su Mo was mentioned, Zhang Bowen would immediately perk up. Naturally, it was no different when speaking with his parents.
"Dad, don't look down on my teacher just because he came from a small territory. I dare say even the Researchers at the Academy of Sciences can't compare to his talents!"
