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When Ming Xia returned to the urban area, it was almost noon.

He called his teacher Wen Liang, confirmed that he would go to work in the afternoon, then bought some fruit, and took a taxi to Ming's house.His plan was to visit the old man and return to work in the afternoon.Wen Liang said on the phone that he had accumulated a lot of odd jobs and was just waiting for him to come to work as a small errand.

The two elders of the Ming family live near the Taohua River in the south of the city.This area belongs to the tributary of the Yaojiang River, and many houses have been successively renovated in the past few years.The old couple like the quietness here, and moved here to take care of themselves after retirement.

Ming Xia's grandfather has three sons.Ming Xia's father was the third child, and because of work, he and Ming Xia's mother lived abroad all year round.Ming Xia's uncles and uncles both lived in the urban area, and they only came to visit the elderly on weekends or holidays.Among the younger generation, some went out to work, some went abroad to study, and now, apart from Mingxia, the only ones who stayed in Yaozhou were the youngest daughter of the uncle's family, Mingming, and the eldest son of the second uncle's family, Mingjie.

Because it's not a holiday, the second uncle's family has to go to work, Mingming is still abroad, and there are only the elderly couple in the family.When Ming Xia came in, the old couple was busily picking osmanthus flowers around the two old osmanthus trees in the backyard. They said they got a new recipe from a friend and wanted to make osmanthus sauce according to it.Two chubby ragdoll cats were lying under the tree basking in the sun. Both humans and cats were very leisurely. Compared with the old city that Ming Xia had just left, it seemed another world.

Before Ming Xia came, he had already said everything that should be said on the phone, and the old couple felt calm when they saw him.Grandma Ming felt that he had suffered a crime, and she was so distressed, she kept saying that she would make some delicious food to make up for him.Grandpa Ming took Ming Xia to the study while she was in the kitchen discussing lunch with the nanny.

The window of the study room is facing the backyard, the breeze is blowing, and the room is filled with the sweet fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Sit down." Grandpa Ming pulled his little grandson to sit down, looked him up and down, "Are you injured?"

Ming Xia was taken aback, "When...of course not."

Is this cheating him?

Grandpa Ming taught at Yaozhou Medical College before retiring. He is almost 80 years old, and he still looks like a handsome and handsome old man.You especially have a pair of eyes that are particularly radiant. It seems that Ming Xia has never been able to hide anything from him since she was a child.

Being stared at by his grandfather, Ming Xia felt a little guilty and thought incredulously, no matter how sensitive the old man's sense of smell is, he wouldn't be able to smell the bandages on his body a few days ago, right?

"Claw out."

Ming Xia sneered, "Isn't that unnecessary?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Grandpa Ming made a gesture to detect his pulse, "Hurry up."

Ming Xia had no choice but to stretch out her hand.

Grandpa Ming felt his pulse carefully, frowned, and muttered to himself.Ming Xia paid attention to distinguishing, and heard what he said, "That's not right...how could you be injured internally..."

Ming Xia complained quietly in her heart: Why can't I suffer internal injuries?

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Ming frowned and looked at him, "You can't lift your shoulders or your hands. Even if something really happens, you don't need to charge forward, right?"

Ming Xia was thinking about how to subtly praise herself, when Grandpa Ming added, "Just your soft flesh is not that material."

Ming Xia, "..."

Grandpa Ming taught him a lesson, "You are not young anymore, your own life is not more important than anything else? Don't just run to watch the excitement as soon as something happens. Childish!"

Ming Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I see, Grandpa."

Grandpa Ming was still not at ease, "What kind of medicine have you taken? This smell... Hu Tiancheng prescribed it?"

Ming Xia, "..."

My God, Ming Xia thought to himself that he was finally sure that his grandfather had the blood of a monster.With such a keen sense of smell, who would believe it if it wasn't a monster?

Grandpa Ming snorted dissatisfiedly, "Do you want to play tricks with your own grandpa?"

"No..." Ming Xia was a little confused, "Our family has friendship with Mr. Hu?"

Grandpa Ming didn't answer this question directly, but said vaguely, "It's no secret that he happened to be in the old city some time ago. Besides, he was very talented in medicine back then. After so many years, it's normal for him to make some progress. "

Ming Xia felt that what his grandfather said was a little sour.

"Is this medicine good?" Ming Xia doubted whether the medicine would work, because the dosage prescribed by Mr. Hu was the same as that of Tu Qing in rabbit form.

Grandpa Ming nodded, "It's just right for your symptoms."

Ming Xia's heart beat faster, and she always felt that Grandpa seemed to know something.But when he wanted to probe his grandfather's tone, the old man quietly avoided the topic.

Ming Xia was actually relieved not to have to face any unacceptable truth.But at the same time, he also has a lot of uncertainties in his heart-does grandpa know all the secrets of the old city and the secrets of the Ming family's blood?

Ming Xia ate with the old man in a restless mood, and took a bag of love brand food that Grandma Ming had prepared for him, and took a taxi to the company.

Ming Xia's grandparents also know about his work situation, and they know that he may have to stay in the company for a period of time to eat and sleep.Although the company has a cafeteria, home-cooked food is more delicious after all—Grandma Ming’s hometown is in Sichuan, and she is very good at cooking some Sichuan-style side dishes.Especially the beef chili sauce she made, even someone as delicate as Wen Liang would be fascinated after eating it once.

Sure enough, as soon as Ming Xia pushed open the door of the workshop, Wen Liang said in surprise: "Hey, this is from grandparents' house, right? Did you bring your signature hot sauce?"

Ming Xia, "..."

It was almost two o'clock at this time, Wen Liang didn't know what he was busy with, and just started to enjoy his late lunch.Ming Xia leaned over to look at the already cool braised pork ribs and fried small yellow croaker in the lunch box, the corners of his mouth twitched, "You don't want to eat vegetables?"

Wen Liang took chopsticks and ordered two scallions between the ribs, "Hey, isn't this a dish?"

Ming Xia, "..."

Wen Liang stretched out a hand, "Hurry up, take it out."

Ming Xia turned around helplessly, offering Grandma's brand beef chili sauce with both hands.

Wen Liang immediately showed a slanderous look that was about to drip, coupled with his gentle face, it was hard to look directly at.

Wen Liang is in his thirties. He looks like a gentle scholar on the outside, but he is actually a tricky obsessive-compulsive disorder.On his workbench, even each pencil has its own place.If you accidentally put something wrong, in addition to being sprayed, you will also be fined to clean the corridor or wash the toilet-Ming Xia once enjoyed this kind of treatment with great honor.

Wen Liang had taught Ming Xia's engineering materials and mechanical construction courses before.In Ming Xia's senior year, Wen Liang participated in the joint development of a commercial project between the school and Feiteng Company, and Ming Xia followed him into Feiteng Company as Wen Liang's assistant.In terms of personnel relations, he is Wen Liang's personal assistant, and his salary is also paid by Wen Liang.

As for Wen Liang's relationship with the school and Feiteng Company, Ming Xia also knew about it, but he didn't really care.Being with Wen Liang and being able to get in touch with the most cutting-edge materials and craftsmanship is what attracts him most about this job.

"Go and do the material test." Wen Liang confidently picked beef out of the chili sauce bottle while assigning him a task, "You hide for more than half a month, and leave the dirty and tiring work to the teacher. I don't even know how to make a condolence call... What's the use of supporting you for the teacher?"

Ming Xia, "..."

Ming Xia worked tirelessly.

There are several small storage boxes piled up on the workbench, which contain the arrow samples just sent by the workshop.These are a batch of new alloy three-edged arrowheads suitable for compound bows. The smooth lines of the arrowheads carry Mingxia's familiar Wen's style, and minor adjustments have been made in appearance, increasing the length and weight.

Ming Xia weighed the weight of the arrow, and suddenly remembered what he saw when he was huddled in the ruins, the sparks exploding on the body of the water scorpion, and couldn't help asking Wen Liang, "Teacher, have you seen anything? Especially powerful bows, crossbows, the kind that can easily penetrate the skin of a python when shot?"

Ming Xia would ask such a question because among the thousands of weapons in the world, he only knows bows and crossbows.And the impact of the water pheasant on him was too great, every time he thinks about it, he shudders.What's more terrible is that this thing is still running away, who knows if they will meet again somewhere?

When I think about it this way, I feel that this world is too insecure!

"Bows are not good. With your small physique, even if you have a powerful bow, you can't draw it. A crossbow..." Wen Liang thought about it seriously, "There is hope for a crossbow. But this also has to do with the structure and structure of the crossbow itself. It’s about the material. How did you remember to ask this?”

"Just asking casually." Ming Xia put the arrow back in his hand, "Actually, I was just thinking, what should I do if I encounter a monster like the one in "The Plague of the Python" in the wild?"

Wen Liang gave him a serious suggestion, "Hurry up and kneel down and say a formal prayer before death."

Ming Xia, "..."

Wen Liang suddenly asked him, "Are you still keeping the previous samples?"

Ming Xia froze for a moment, "Are you talking about me?"

"I remember you made a crossbow model before? Is it still there?"

"Of course." When Ming Xia talked about her design results, she immediately forgot the unpleasant conversation just now, and her eyebrows were trembling with excitement, "That was modified on the basis of the standard, military, and crossbow Yes. In addition to the adjustments in the shape, the modification that most reflects my ingenuity is the trigger system... Ouch, this is not my bragging. After I made such a modification, the light swing is small, and the shooting accuracy is also improved..."

Wen Liang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "There's a lot of nonsense, bring it here for me to have a look tomorrow."

Ming Xia, "...huh?"

"Ah what?" A bowl of warm rice was mixed with two tablespoons of hot sauce, his mouth was red from eating, and he breathed in unsatisfactorily, "Recently, there is a government cooperation project that needs to be directed at the military. Use, ten, words, Make some improvements to the crossbow, I think of your model... Well, I still used my brain in some places, so it's not for nothing to live by my side."

Ming Xia Wangtian rolled his eyes.

Listen, this is how Teacher Wen praises students.

"What kind of government department, armed police?" Ming Xia remembered reading some reports before. For urban anti-terrorism, cold weapons like crossbows can avoid the damage of gas, oil tanks and other flammable and explosive items to the greatest extent. Explosion, so it has an irreplaceable role in anti-terrorist raids.

Wen Liang shook his head, "It's not an application for urban anti-terrorism, but it needs to be adapted to jungle warfare. I remember that your crossbow has been adjusted in size. It is more suitable for complex field environments than standard military crossbows. That's fine."

Ming Xia's heart skipped a beat.

Besides Xishan, where else is there a jungle near Yaozhou?

This cooperation unit, could it be... the sixth group? !