Zhao Wu was busy in front of the stove for the whole morning, watching what was going on here.
It’s really lively.
Because Zheng Yeheng and the city lord were all in the same group, he didn't dare to come over and talk to them rashly. He only came over after lunch.
The drawings that Wang Yi gave him were exquisite, but after all, he had never seen those strange things before, so it was quite difficult to make them. They even looked a bit out of place and he didn't know how to assemble them.
Among them, there were many technically difficult components that he couldn't bring himself to start, so he could only make one according to his own understanding and show it to Wang Yi.
It was okay to make a mistake with one component, but if the subsequent understanding was wrong, his work would be in vain. The equipment at the military camp hadn't been completed yet, and he was busy working on both ends, so he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
Fortunately, the raw materials have been taken over by the military recently, otherwise he would be in a real dilemma now.
The alloy used to make the pipes was also based on a formula given by Wang Yi, and to be honest, it was not very easy to make.
"So many difficulties... In that case, let's just use bamboo. We can use bamboo to make pipes." After listening to Zhao Wu's worries, Wang Yi knew he was getting anxious. This matter couldn't transcend time and space to embarrass an ancient person.
Wang Yi also never thought that she would need to get involved in many issues such as forging alloys. In her opinion, these were all ordinary things, but she never thought that in ancient times, every problem was extremely difficult to solve.
If you use bamboo, you don't have to go through so much trouble to find a solution. You can just build a water tower on the roof.
Zhao Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to admit that he was incompetent.
But the fact is, it really doesn't work.
"Do you have any ready-made sleeve crossbows in your shop?" Wang Yi suddenly thought of the Thousand Binding Ropes in the space. If he could make a releasable sleeve crossbow and hide it in his arm, it would be like having an extra protective device.
"Those are military supplies. Of course we wouldn't dare to do that."
"But I don't need one that can fire crossbow bolts, nor do I need an iron head inside. I just need a pocket crossbow shell that can fire quickly. Can you make it?"
Zhao Wu pondered for a moment. "I have a hidden crossbow that I can modify for you. What are you going to use it for if you're not firing it?"
"I have a piece of string, only as thick as my little finger, that I want to wear for self-defense. It's not a weapon, but it's not a private weapon either, right?"
Zhao Wu considered this a loophole, but since it was military supplies, he had to be cautious. However, he couldn't make Wang Yi's designs, so he couldn't refuse her small request.
"Don't worry, leave it to me. Can I measure your wrist?"
Wang Yi nodded promptly, took out a hemp rope and handed it to Zhao Wu, then stretched out her snow-white arms and lifted her sleeves without any hesitation.
Zhao Wu's face flushed instantly, and he stared at her arm, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Hmm? Hurry up, I'm tired of holding it."
Men and women should not touch each other, but her skin is really white... Zhao Wu muttered to himself, and quickly measured her arm with a hemp rope and tied a knot. He was very careful and did not dare to touch her skin at all.
So white, so white that it’s dazzling.
Of course, women in ancient times always covered themselves tightly, so their arms were naturally white and tender because they had never been exposed to the sun.
Wang Yi thought he was taking too long and was even a little impatient.
There was no way. For a 30-year-old bachelor who had been given a sterilizing drug, this novice had never seen a woman lift her clothes so skillfully in front of him.
I haven't even seen a sleeve.
Wang Yi has been in the big city for forty years. She has seen women walking around the streets in their underwear. She just lifts up her sleeves and never thinks of using any bewitching magic on men.
It's his own fault.
"I want to go to the city tomorrow. Can I do it tomorrow?"
"Just fix it. I'll go back to the city now. I'll see you at the blacksmith shop tomorrow."
After Zhao Wu left, Wang Yi had to prepare dinner.
She has to cook today. After all, the city lord and his wife are Xin'er's parents, so she has to do her best to be a good host.
She plucked two new watermelons from the space to replace the ones left over from yesterday, cut them into pieces, sprinkled them with malt sugar, and had them brought out for everyone to eat. Then she picked a lot of white kidney beans and stewed them with bacon.
This time, the city lord brought a large amount of refined rice, glutinous rice and white flour from the city. Wang Juanhua steamed buns, Wang Yi and Meng Cuilan steamed the glutinous rice, and cut a few salted duck eggs.
I picked some from the lotus pond before, and Wang Yi threw them into a bag of coarse salt. I didn’t expect that they could be pickled.
Fill glutinous rice with salted cowpeas, salted duck eggs, salted bacon, etc., knead them into small glutinous rice balls, and make a small plate.
This is for the kids, a change of taste.
Wang Yi fried a bunch of hemp leaves with the stored rapeseed oil, all of which were ingredients he had exchanged in the city a few days ago.
"Mom, have you used up all this white flour?" Wang Juanhua felt a little distressed. Pure white flour steamed buns without any black flour were too luxurious.
"Steam them all into white buns! You can make a big pot of black noodle soup and stir-fry the lotus root with the noodles."
There was only one piece of lotus root left that Wang Yi could take out, and it wasn't very fresh. She said she had exchanged it for it in the city a few days ago.
She was not in a position to take out the things in the space, so the table was completed with a simple but rustic meal.
Wang Juanhua carefully collected the cooking oil used for frying.
There are a lot of people to support at home now, and nothing can be wasted. Wang Juanhua keeps an eye on the food and daily necessities all day long, fearing that she will use too much.
Wang Yi didn't care about her and secretly encouraged her to teach Wang Juanhua arithmetic.
Where can you find such a hard-working housekeeper? This is a good thing. She should be trained well to save herself the trouble.
The bonfire was burning, but I didn’t dare roast sweet potatoes this time.
Apparently, all her sweet potatoes had been eaten, so she had to wait for the sweet potatoes in the field to grow again before she could eat them again.
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