"There used to be a strange world where firewood cutters were all women. One of them was a firewood cutter. She picked up a good looking machete and tried it a few times, but found that the machete was useless, so she threw it away again!" Chen Jiu didn't talk nonsense, but began to tell the arranged story directly.

"What happened then?" Just listened to a beginning, Shuirun son also does not know why.

"Later this machete was picked up by another woman, but she did not dislike the dullness of the knife. She took it back home, polished and trained it carefully, and used it all her life. Finally,...