Chapter 16: Build a gun

On the way to Yucai, Xiang Yu really rode a lame rabbit and I drove the car to lead the way. Fortunately, the road from the villa area to the school is wide enough, and there are no cars. There are also wild areas on both sides, otherwise it would be necessary to attract onlookers.

I kept the car at a speed of 40 or 50 miles, and the rabbit could easily keep up, and I had the time to treat my anger. I glanced at me and sniffed it, because I kept calling it a rabbit, and it seemed that it was very concerned.

In a place where there was no one, I rolled the car window down and said to Xiang Yu who was riding with me: "Brother Yu, why do you think the rabbit still knows you? I remember there is not a horse in my client."

Xiang Yu said contentedly: "I don't know, as long as Xiao Hei can accompany me, it's enough. To be honest, I think it's not much worse than A Yu."

I thought to myself, you have ridden them all, this rabbit is also unlucky enough. Not only did it be a horse in the previous life, but it was ridden by the same person, and the same person is the same person. It's still so big, wouldn't it be good for you to be a horse for Shi Qian?

At this time, the red light at the intersection in front was on. I quickly slowed down and shouted, "Rabbit, run slowly!" At the intersection, Xiang Yu gently took the reins and the rabbit stopped immediately. It was much more convenient than mine, but I found that Xiang Yu was consciously or unconsciously scratching his right hand on the horse's back...

I smiled and said, "Brother Yu, I'm still thinking about taking off the gears when I've changed continuously?"

Xiang Yu realized his little movements, his face flushed, and said, "It's all your fault. He taught me how to drive when he taught me to drive, and said riding a horse. Now, when I stop, I always want to pull the hand gate, or I feel like I'll be able to slip away."

After passing the intersection, I ran forward for a while and asked, "Do you need to rest? After all, you are real horsepower."

Xiang Yu said proudly: "How far has you been? Your car is refueling, and you can't walk for a meter without gas. Even if I don't have gas, I can still run hundreds of miles even if I'm hungry."

I asked, "You guys are riding horses all the time. There should be places similar to gas stations. After entering, I will add 50 yuan of materials."

Xiang Yu smiled and said, "It's almost like this at the post station."

“Will you let smoke and call?”

"...The open flames are definitely not useful, so as not to startle the animals or make noises."

It seems that gas stations from ancient times to the present are similar.

I said, "Don't you really need to take a break?"

Xiang Yu said: "No, I think Xiao Hei is in a bad state as good as before, he just needs to run away."

"Now that you are looking for a rabbit, the horse will be solved. What are your specific requirements for that gun?"

"Just be heavy enough!"

This is not difficult for me. Can the forging technology in the late Qin Dynasty stump our generation across the century? Although Xiang Yu's gun was carefully crafted at that time, I guess the quality of the scraps on the blacksmith's hand now is better than that of his.

When I arrived at Yucai, Xiang Yu and I went to visit the home of the subway smith in Yao Village. The blacksmith's children had been accepted by Yucai and were learning art with Tang Long. At first, I always thought that Tang Long did this a bit misleading his children: What's the use of learning a blacksmith in the modern society where technology is rampant? But I found that I was very wrong. There are still blacksmiths in this world, and their current name is: Foundry Master. Most of them serve military factories and automobile manufacturing. A famous knife casting master in the industry made the knife he personally

Generally, they can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan. If it is a special day or the first sample, it will be even less expensive. In addition, several famous cars in the world have always used "full handmade" as gimmicks and selling points. In addition to seats and leather jewelry, they of course also need blacksmiths. After experiencing the crazy era of industrialization, people have begun to believe in "handmade". Especially for rich people, only things made by the same kind are more reliable and spiritual. Although it is sometimes not as accurate as machines, it is more comfortable, safer, and more worthy of showing off.

So being a blacksmith is also promising, but your skills must at least be able to make things like a handlebar. As for the source of the bicycle, you can learn another technique from Shi Qian...

Of course, the blacksmith knew me and knew that I was the leader of their children. He was extremely attentive and wanted to take us to dinner without saying a word. Because of the complete free policy of raising talents, I was very loved nearby. I have been forced to go out for dinner by parents many times. Nowadays, farmers are rich. Inviting you to dinner is no longer a matter of beheading pigs, but waving to take a taxi and directly to the Baxianlou. Each bottle of five or six hundred yuan is not blinking.

I took the tea handed over by the blacksmith and said to him straight to the point: "I want to find you to shoot a gun."

The blacksmith suddenly felt bitter: "It's okay to shoot, but do you have bullets?"

I was stunned, and then I realized that he had misunderstood. He said with a black thread: "I'm talking about the gun I used in the past-" and said with his hands, "There is a pointed one in front."

Good guy, he thought I wanted him to hit me with a 81 bar, but he dared to agree. It seems that the child is good at my hands. I guess he would give him some uranium 235 and ask him to make a bomb with a tin sheet.

The blacksmith suddenly felt relaxed: "That kind of gun?"

"Can you fight?"

"It's a piece of cake, just make a mold now."

I said, "This gun is heavy, 130 kilograms."

"Weight is not a problem, it's just that the rod needs to be thickened - who can use such a heavy person?"

Xiang Yu said, "I!" He showed the teacup to the blacksmith, "It's enough to be so thick, it's better to be more detailed."

The blacksmith patted his chest and said, "For me, this is also a craft passed down from our ancestors. During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the red tassel gun big blades supported the front line a lot!"

I smiled and said, "I'll give you a few school uniforms that are "loyal to serve the country"." That was the first generation of school uniforms of 300, and they were modified with labor reform uniforms, and there were a lot left in Curry.

The blacksmith waved his hand quickly: "Forget it, I appreciate it, and it makes people think it's not good for me to change my heart."

I smiled: "When can I get it?"

The blacksmith touched his chin and said, "If it were an ordinary person, it would take only a month, but Teacher Xiao's affairs cannot be delayed, it's three days."

Xiang Yu nodded with satisfaction. He knew that the amount of homework would take three days without stopping. I really didn't expect that I could experience the joy of squeezing students' parents in this life. I remember that our primary school teachers were so happy that they were so happy that the teacher's life was reflected in the current personnel appointments in the class: he fell his leg that year. The son of a director of our city's Orthopedic Hospital was honored as the class monitor, but after the New Year, his position was overwhelmed by Li Ermao, the son of the food factory director. Li Ermao's good times did not last long. The reason was that our teacher's lover was ectopic pregnancy. Although this was not Li Ermao's fault, who made his mother a gynecologist? So Huang Sanya, who was the last student, took over the banner of the class monitor. What made us quite sad was that our beloved class teacher might have encountered misfortune again at home: Huang Sanya was re-elected that year...

Because our father is just an ordinary worker, he has been in a situation where there are few people who love no one during the long period of elementary school. Later, my father had an idea and said that there are relatives who are leaders in our family: My uncle is from a crematorium factory - I didn't dare to tell our teacher.

I put 2,000 yuan on the table and said to the blacksmith: "I will bother you whether it is enough or not."

The blacksmith was shocked: "How can I collect money from the teacher? Besides, this is too much."

I firmly kept the money and said, "I can't afford to pay for the money." As the past, I can't give birth to children by taking advantage of the students, and Baozi and I are not young anymore and cannot withstand the tossing.

After leaving the blacksmith's house, Xiang Yu said: "I have to be with Xiao Hei more during these three days. Cultivate more tacit understanding."

I said, "By the way, I have corrected the problem of removing gears." If I start to move with Lu Bu, I will hold a gun in one hand and then hang the gears in the other hand and then hang it in the reverse gears.

At this time, my phone rang. I saw that it was coming from the bar. I said, "It seems that new people are coming. Do you go and have a look?"

Xiang Yu said, "I won't go. Take a walk on the horse and pick me up when you come back later."

When we arrived at the bar, Sun Sixin became accustomed to it and didn't wait for me to ask. She reached out and pointed in.

This time there were two old men among the people who came here, and a burly man with a young age, and Liu Laoliu was with him.

I hurriedly stepped forward to salute. I knew that these groups of people have been great intellectuals recently and cared about this, so I had to leave a good impression first when meeting.

Liu Lao Liu pointed at me and said, "Several, this is Xiaoqiang."

An old man in the seat replied to me with a kind look, and the other old man didn't know what he was thinking. He was half a beat slower than him. The burly man's temples were also a little gray, about 50 years old, but now he can only be considered a middle-aged man. He put one hand on the table and nodded at me.

Even though I have received hundreds of customers, I still have curiosity, after all, they are all well-known names. I have been too thunderous and not only are I not numb when I am too thunderous, but I am a little addicted. I laughed and asked the first old man: "What do you call me?"

This old man is very well-educated. It can be seen that he is a great scholar who is polite to everyone but has his own character. He smiled and said, "I am the surname Yan, and the name is Qingchen." Liu Laoliu said to me, "It is Yan Zhenqing." Then he said to Yan Zhenqing, "Old Yan, this is a white diary, don't tell him the name in the future."

I was a little surprised and said, "Yan Zhenqing? Liu Gongquan has been here for several days." I didn't expect that I could get all the "Yan Jin and Liu Gu" so soon. I am as famous as the two of me, and I might be so familiar with each other. Unexpectedly, Yan Zhenqing said in a daze: "Liu Gongquan, who is Liu Gongquan?"

Liu Laoliu despised me and said to me: "The two are decades apart."

What do you say when you have never seen each other? History really doesn’t take decades seriously.

Just like last time, when he heard Yan Zhenqing's name, another old man stood up and saluted him respectfully, and said restrainedly: "I didn't expect that Yan Lu Gong is here, and I am rude."

He looked older than Yan Zhenqing, which means that this person’s fame should be even later. I said with a headache: “We only come to this place by age, not dynasty. In the future, you can be called brothers - may I ask your surname?”

The latter old man only cares about talking to Yan Zhenqing. He seems to be an avid calligraphy enthusiast. After hearing my question, he just casually said "Zhang Zeduan".

Zhang Zeduan, "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"!

Even Bai Ding, I know it. To be honest, there are basically no lightweight people who have come these days. They are all bright stars in the starry sky of history, but stars are different from stars. Wu Daozi and Yan Liben are praised because of their magical skills. Their contributions are more to creating a genre. Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" can be regarded as a magical product in any sense. With this painting, he can already hide the light of the painters of the Northern Song Dynasty in the same era.

I was stunned for a while and saw that Master Zhang ignored me. Although this old man was good at painting, I found that he was a little dull and far less comfortable than Yan Zhenqing.

I had to turn my head to the last half-big old man. This man was tall, with red and black skin, long hair spread on his shoulders, and his eyes were bright and bright, but the light that flashed occasionally seemed a bit too sharp and a little cunning. If I were to follow the last time, one who wrote and one who painted, the rest would be a doctor, but I didn't look like Sun Simiao at all, nor was it Li Shizhen. I saw that he was scattering his hands on the table, and suddenly realized: it was probably a piano player.

I bent down and asked him, "Then are you a Gao surname?"
Chapter completed!