C248 The atlas of the marsh was sealed

Zhao Mingzhu squatted in front of a pile of metals that were twice her size: "This is flexible iron, it's softer than silver."

Rong Hua walked over and took one. It was really soft, holding it in his hand felt like dried rubber.

"What's the use of this?" Rong Hua asked.

Zhao Mingzhu smiled lightly: "It's usually for the children to play with."

"?" Rong Hua was speechless