When Song Feier brought Wang San and Yang Er, Wu Zheng was in the yard telling Xianger about the Legend of the Condor Shooting Heroes. There is no way that this girl is now listening to the story, but she only listens to a short paragraph every time. This little maid couldn't remember, and if she couldn't remember, there was no way to tell Seinfeld.
Wu Zheng couldn't figure out why Song Feier didn't come with this little girl since she wanted to hear the story, and she had to act as a megaphone in the middle.
After Song Feier led the people to the yard and exchanged greetings with each other, Xianger served tea to the three of them, and then the master and servant went to the small building together, probably telling a story to Seinfeld again!
Now Wu Zheng, Wang San, and Yang Er and three were left in the yard. When they went upstairs and closed the door, Yang Er and Wang San looked back and said to Wu Zheng, “I don’t know if my uncle is looking for me this time. What happened to the two of them?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's no big deal to find two uncles today, but my nephew wants to do a good job. I don't know if these two uncles have this skill?"
Yang Erdao: "The bow is easy to say. All the bows and arrows used in this village are almost in the hands of the two of me, but it may be a little troublesome to make it. After all, this is a military item, and neither of me touched it. I don’t know if it suits my uncle after making it."
"This is easy to say, my nephew has a drawing here, and the two uncles made it according to this drawing. In fact, my nephew is worried that the material for the bow arm is difficult to find."
Yang Er took the drawing and said, "I still have some wood for the bow arm, but I don't know how many stones my uncle will make?"
"How big can it be?"
Yang Er and Wang San glanced at each other, and laughed: "The villain thinks that if the uncle used this scorpion, it would be almost the same if there were two fights. No matter how heavy the uncle is, he may not be able to open it!"
Wu Zheng smiled slightly and pointed to the drawing and said: "Uncle Yang sees the two round wheels I drew on the bow arm? If I can only open two bows like Uncle Yang said, then there is this After two pulleys, I can start four fights. If you add more pulleys like this, it won’t be a problem for my nephew to open three crossbows."
"Pulley?" Yang Er looked at the drawing carefully. At this time, Wang San, who was also looking at the drawing, said suddenly: "Wonderful! Why didn't I expect to put this thing on the bow arm!"
Yang Er looked at Wang Sanyi suspiciously and said, "Do you understand?"
Wang Sandao: "Hey! Isn't this a pulley? We have this wheel in the cottage. Isn't the ropeway used to transport grain in front of the mountain used to lift it? You forgot that we installed it together back then?"
Yang Eryi was suddenly stunned when he saw that Wu Zheng wanted to compliment him for being smart, but when he thought that our uncle was a stupid boy, such a compliment seemed a bit inappropriate, because the one who understood knew that he was doing it. Compliment him, those who didn't understand thought they were hurting him.
So Yang Erdao: "Auntie's design is really... It's really ingenious!"
Wu Zheng said, "Can you do this?"
Yang Erdao: "It shouldn't be difficult. Give me two people three days to make sure to make a five-five bucket for my uncle."
"The five buckets are too small, can you make two stones?"
"Two stones? Uncle, you are not joking in the sky! Even if you add this pulley to save effort, you can't add more to it! How big can it be if you add more?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Uncle Yang can rest assured that four are enough, just like the little nephew drew on the drawing. But three days may be too long, can it be shorter."
Yang Er and Wang San thought for a while, and suddenly Wu Zheng jumped with a slap on the thigh, and only listened to Yang Erdao: "Since my uncle has drawn the drawings now, and the materials are all ready-made. Let's do this! I will be at this time tomorrow. I and Wang San sent over the dumplings my uncle wanted, but such dumplings might be a little rough and not very durable."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's okay to do it first and then talk about it."
Wu Zheng was just using it as an emergency. As for the quality, let's deal with Zhao Yi's business now!
After Yang Er and Wang San were sent away, Xianger's girl sneaked down and came to Wu Zheng's back and shocked him.
"I'm going... Xiang'er, why are you dead girl walking silently?"
Xiang'er smiled: "What do you think, uncle! You think so fascinated?"
"I still want to give up, I want to Zhao Yibai!"
"Auntie, what do you want that bad guy to do?"
"Think about how he can give us more... (End of this chapter)