"If Brother Zhou needs it, I can make one especially for you."
"This... wouldn't it be too much trouble for you?" Zhou Shitou said with a sheepish smile.
"It's fine, it's just a matter of spending some time." With that, Zheng Yi's expression changed, and he lowered his voice to speak solemnly: "But Brother Zhou, this matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. We cannot let others know easily. Otherwise..."
Zheng Yi didn't specify what would happen; he believed Zhou Shitou understood his meaning.
If the Zhao Family learned about such a more convenient tool, it would only push them to exploit the workers even harder, offering them no benefit whatsoever.
"Don't worry, Younger Brother Zheng, I'd rather die than spill this secret; I absolutely won't tell anyone."
Although it only took one night to make the mining pickaxe, Zheng Yi deliberately delayed for several more days.
No matter how good something is, if obtained too easily, it often isn't cherished enough.
