"Turns out reading less doesn't matter much, but what on earth are these things?"
Tang Rao picked and chose, yet still couldn't recognize all the things.
"Old man, are you awake yet? If you are, could you help me identify some stuff?"
Tang Rao examined the items back and forth, unable to make sense of them. He thought, since these were treasures from the Ancient Times, the ancestor ought to recognize them.
"I recognize them, but I'm not telling you. I promised to help you three times, not to become your All-knowing."
The ancestor firmly refused.
"I'm just asking, in case you feel like telling me. You're kind-hearted and treat me so well. I've also been thinking of getting you some good wine. If you don't like me bothering you, I'll just disappear."
Good wine?
The ancestor couldn't resist the words "good wine." These words were enough to drive him mad.
"Since you praised me, if I don't tell you, people will say I'm just taking and drinking, without making any contributions."
