Chapter 1210: Jia Zheng's weight

Although reluctantly, his parents called himself to weigh, Jia Zheng reluctantly moved to the market and stood.
Seeing Jia Zheng standing up, the two servants carried a huge stone and placed it on another small plate.
The small disk doesn't move.
"Take another stone of this weight!" Wang Zhenwei said lightly.
"Yes!"
The two servants felt that although Jia Zheng was huge, he didn't need to use two huge stones.
Although doubtful, the Patriarch's words, they will not question, they will only follow.
The two of them carried another stone of the same size, step by step toward a relatively smaller coil.
"Boom!"
The stone was placed in a small basin and collided with another stone, making a collision sound.
The small disk doesn't move!
"How is it possible?" The two servants looked at Jia Zheng with a bitter expression in surprise.
They said that people also have some experience. Looking at Jia Zheng's figure, the largest stone and a smaller stone should be balanced.
But how come the two largest stones are added, and the small basin still doesn't move?
"Continue to add the same stones!" Wang Zhenwei was not surprised at all, and continued to command.
Hearing Wang Zhenwei's words, Jia Zheng's expression turned bitterly pale.
"Am I so heavy? Will I be fat?"
He originally wanted to wait until his stomach was not so hungry, and then began to lose weight, but now looking at this weight, when can he lose it?
Looking at Jia Zheng's face, Wang Zhenwei guessed what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "It may not be what you think it is, it may be a good thing!"
"Good thing?" Jia Zheng only said that Wang Zhenwei was comforting himself.
If he is only a little fat, he will not be distressed at all, but will feel awe-inspiring.
But fat became a ball, and he even had some inconvenience to move. How could it be a good thing?
He crushed three beds. The bed now is made of stone, and it hasn't broken yet.
The two servants carried a big rock, and then leaped on the other two rocks.
The small plate still doesn't move.
Looking at the small plate to which three big stones have been added, Jia has no expression on his face. He is now in a broken jar.
Wang Zhenwei was surprised. He walked to the small plate in person, weighed the weight of the big stone, took out his double swords from the space ring and placed them on it.
The small plate swayed for a while, but it didn't mean to sink.
"Okay." Wang Zhenwei laughed loudly, took out a set of metal armor from the space ring and placed it on it.
This metal armor is a ninth rank, much heavier than his double swords.
When the metal armor was put on, the small plate finally moved, it moved slowly below the line, and finally hovered in the air.
On the other side, Jia Zheng finally floated from the ground.
The two servants looked at all this, dumbfounded.
"Squeak...Boom!"
The scale suddenly made an overwhelmed sound and collapsed.
"what!"
Jia Zheng screamed and fell from the market.
"boom……"
Dust splashed and Jia Zheng smashed a hole in the ground.
With a wave of his hand, the dust was scattered, Wang Zhenwei walked to the pit and helped Jia Zheng who had fallen to the ground up.
"Jia Zheng, are you okay?"
Rubbing his dizzy head, Jia Zheng, supported by the king, got up with difficulty and cried: "It's okay...Home...Patriarch, am I going to die?"
He recognized that this kind of scale, what is placed in the small plate, is twenty times the actual weight of the large plate.