Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,With two wisps of smoke billowing from his nostrils, he leaned comfortably against the earthen wall, his eyes half-closed in contentment.,"I'm this old already At only seventeen, I already look like a man in his thirties."。