Chapter 17: The Beautiful Shadow at the Door
The sun was scorching, the soldiers in training were already sweating profusely, the guards on duty stood straight, the sound of cutting vegetables could be heard in the cafeteria, and the kitchen staff had already started preparing lunch for today.
After the power outage was resolved, the military wives began to prepare lunch for their men.
When the military wives who were going up and down the stairs passed by the door of Song Yanzhou's house, they couldn't help shaking their heads and looking at the locked door. The whole building was filled with the sounds of cutting vegetables and cooking, but only in Captain Song's house there was no sound at all.
It seems that Captain Song’s wife is really a fool. It’s such a sin that Captain Song is such an outstanding man, but he married such a wife.
Zhao Nianxi was with the military wives today and heard a lot of gossip about Ye Mu. Of course, the most popular one was that Ye Mu was a fool.
Originally, she didn't care much about it. Song Yanzhou was such a smart man, how could he be forced by his family to marry a fool?
But when he passed by Song Yanzhou's door and saw the locked door, Zhao Nianxi couldn't help but frown.
There was a hint of worry in my heart.
She is the wife of the political commissar. Because her husband is the political commissar, she is usually responsible for managing matters between military wives.
Although she didn't completely believe that Ye Mu was a fool, she couldn't help but think more about it when she saw the closed door.
Even if he's not stupid, he's probably not much different.
This won't do. Captain Song's wife will obviously be a burden to his fellow soldiers.
Zhao Nianxi went home to prepare lunch with something on her mind, thinking that she would tell her husband about it at noon.
After several tests and causing the circuit breaker in the staff building to trip, Ye Mu figured out the limits of what the current circuit could withstand. He was also able to better control the usage time of the things he had just made.
In her hand was a simple star energy de-melting pen assembled from discarded parts.
However, the star energy in this world has not yet been developed, so Ye Mu made an electric energy melting pen according to local conditions.
The function of the melt pen is to use energy to create equipment. In the interstellar age, the manufacture of robots and various types of machinery is absolutely inseparable from melters and melt pens.
The amount of energy used by the melting pen to make mechanical objects is related to the volume and area of the mechanical objects as well as the materials used.
The melting pen that Ye Mu made was not only almost unrecognizable as a melting pen in appearance, but it was also very dangerous in terms of safety.
If you are not careful, you may make an operating error and be electrocuted to death before the melt pen even starts working.
Although she also wanted to make it more advanced and safer, Ye Mu had no choice because she didn't have that much materials.
Moreover, the melting pen in her hand is only effective on steel materials and is ineffective on any other materials.
She didn't have enough materials to make a multi-purpose melter.
Moreover, she estimated that the technology of this era could not reach that level. At most, she could develop a little more on her electric melting pen. She could not make anything more advanced even if she wanted to. The material requirements did not meet the technological level. Even if she knew how to make it, what she made would be nothing more than a hodgepodge and would not be of much use.
With the melting pen in hand, she quietly controlled the time and began to tinker with other parts.
What she needed to do now was naturally to get what she needed. The times were rather chaotic, so she thought about it and decided to make a small pistol for herself like Star did and carry it with her.
When selecting parts, Ye Mu had already planned almost everything, including weapons and simple pharmaceutical equipment.
After reading the books and information about firearms in Song Yanzhou's room yesterday, she had a new design idea for the weapons for self-defense. Originally, Ye Mu planned to manufacture them according to some discarded old versions of guns in the interstellar space.
After looking at the information, I decided to modify the design based on the guns of that era. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. As long as it can protect yourself, it's fine.
At that time, she didn't know that in the current Xiazhou country, ordinary people were not allowed to carry guns.
She was concentrating on tinkering with her things, sweating profusely. She raised her hand from time to time to wipe the sweat off her head. The floor outside the window was already a little hot under the sunlight, and she could feel the temperature of the light when she reached out her hand.
Ye Mu raised her hand to fan herself, and suddenly heard a sound coming from outside. She quickly put away all her things.
Worried that Song Yanzhou would find out, she pushed the box under the bed.
This place is naturally not a secret, but she estimated that Song Yanzhou would not touch other people's secret things at will.
She did this just to make her point, telling Song Yanzhou that she didn't want her box of things to be touched by anyone other than herself.
The written letter was quietly placed on the bedside. Ye Mu took a look at it, opened the door and walked out, and happened to see Song Yanzhou coming back with lunch.
In fact, it was much cooler inside the house than outside, but when Song Yanzhou looked over, he found that Ye Mu's head was covered with sweat, his little face was a little red from the heat, and he was still fanning himself with his hands.
He went to take out the fan he brought back yesterday, and Ye Mu immediately sat in front of the fan.
"Eat." Song Yanzhou put the lunch box on the table and then pulled her away from the fan.
She's so close that it'll give me a headache if I blow for too long.
Song Yanzhou didn't have much wind to begin with, and as he sat far away he felt the wind coming and going, and it was as torturous as the heat playing back and forth in the air.
Ye Mu was carrying her lunch box and was about to eat in front of the fan, but Song Yanzhou grabbed her and said:
"If you behave, I won't put away the fan this afternoon. Sit here and eat."
In order to have a cool breeze in the afternoon, Ye Mu immediately behaved himself and sat down in front of him to eat properly.
A hint of smile flashed across Song Yanzhou's cold eyes.
The two were eating when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Ye Mu raised his eyes and looked towards the door curiously.
Song Yanzhou wanted to get up and open the door, but when he saw her curious eyes, he said:
"Do you want to open the door?"
Ye Mu was just curious about who came and had no interest in opening the door.
But seeing that he didn't move, Ye Mu nodded tactfully while eating the food he brought back, then acted as the person who ran errands to open the door and got up to open it.
Song Yanzhou followed behind her, watching her petite figure open the door and look outside. He inexplicably thought, if he didn't lock the door and let her lock it from the inside, then when he came back, would he see her opening the door for him like this?
A strange feeling flashed through his heart, but Song Yanzhou didn't notice it. He just thought her actions were a little cute.
It's like looking at the outside world cautiously in your own world.
The door seemed to connect her to other people in her behavior.
Song Yanzhou couldn't help but think of that incident again - guiding her out of autism.
Outside the door was a woman whom he had never seen before. She did not seem to expect that it was Ye Mu who opened the door. After making eye contact with her, she immediately laughed and said:
"This is Captain Song's wife, right? I heard your name is Ye Mu, and I'm Zhao Nianxi. You can just call me sister-in-law. Captain Song is home, right?"
Zhao Nianxi spoke very kindly. She was holding a bowl of stir-fried vegetables with meat in it, which smelled delicious.
It smelled so good that Ye Mu couldn't help but feel greedy.
She didn't crave the fat in it, but she craves the dishes fried with the fat. They were oily and delicious, and definitely tasted better than the food from the cafeteria.
However, she just glanced at Zhao Nianxi without answering her. She conscientiously played the role of an autistic person, turned around and ran behind Song Yanzhou, quietly grabbed his belt and said in a very low voice:
"vegetable."
Song Yanzhou's body stiffened, and he somewhat unnaturally grabbed her hand and pulled it off his belt.
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