Yan Yu slowly scanned the scrap metal in the sack.
He casually picked up a rusty iron basket and tapped it lightly with his slender fingers.
bite.
A crisp echo reverberated, and the aftershocks clearly returned to his mental sea.
With just this slight vibration, the age and thickness of the sheet metal, and even every hidden scratch, instantly formed a three-dimensional model in his mind.
The man's expression remained focused and cold.
At this moment, his immense spiritual power flowed like mercury, silently permeating every inch of the metal.
The depth of rust corrosion.
Weak points in welded joints.
The shovel fragments contained carbon, and the pickaxe shards were severely corroded by rainwater...
What others see as waste, in his perception, even the most core molecular structure is completely visible.
The next second.
A machine with a precise and flawless structure, absolutely not belonging to this era, has quietly taken shape in his mind.
——Hot air threshing and drying integrated machine.
From conception to finalization of blueprints, in the real world, it takes only a blink of an eye.
The plan has been finalized.
Yan Yu then lowered his head and began to work, his hands moving so fast that only a blur remained.
Jingle bells!
The ear-piercing clang of metal echoed violently in the warehouse. Those iron shovels that seemed incredibly hard to ordinary people were fragile and easily broken in his hands.
He didn't need any tools; he cleanly and efficiently disassembled all the iron buckets into flat pieces of sheet metal with his bare hands.
As he put down the last piece of sheet metal, he turned around and was met with a pair of misty eyes.
His little girl still had that alluring blush on her cheeks from when he had bullied her.
A pair of bright almond-shaped eyes gazed at him, as if they were filled with countless stars.
It was filled with undisguised curiosity, dependence, and a hint of adoration that she herself was unaware of.
Yan Yu's heart clenched and clenched as that gaze gripped him.
He subconsciously looked down at his hands, which were covered in rust and grease.
An indescribable restlessness surged from the depths of his bones, instantly engulfing his limbs and entire body.
If his hands weren't so dirty, he would have wanted to pull the person into his arms right now and kiss them passionately.
The man impatiently pressed the tip of his canine tooth against his tongue, forcibly suppressing the surging thoughts in his mind, and let out a very soft "tsk" from his throat.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yu got up and walked quickly to Ruan Tang.
He was afraid that the dirt on his hands would stain the little girl's clean clothes, so he deliberately put his hands behind his back.
He bent down, his tall figure exuding an irresistible power, completely enveloping her in his shadow.
He gave those soft lips, which were slightly swollen from his kisses, a light peck as a reward.
"I'm going out for a bit."
"wait for me."
His voice was very soft, with a hint of laughter at the end that he himself didn't even realize.
Ruan Tang subconsciously pursed her slightly numb lips, raised her watery eyes, and glared coquettishly at the man's back that had already turned away.
Is this man a kissing monster? His lips seem even more swollen.
Squeak—
The warehouse door was opened a crack.
The blinding sunlight rushed in instantly.
Chen Fengshan, who had been waiting by the wall, suddenly stood up as if he had a spring under his buttocks and eagerly went to meet him.
"Engineer Yan! Is...is it because we don't have enough materials?"
"It's alright, Uncle Chen."
Yan Yu didn't stop walking, but his voice had returned to its usual coldness.
“I pushed a cart full of wet wheat in.”
Chen Fengshan was stunned on the spot, and followed behind him with an expression of disbelief.
"This...this is done?"
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