Chapter 99 Grandpa Wei, does it hurt?
"Let me try."
Su Zhizhi walked over and tried to swing the sword.
She was stronger than Xue Che, and she picked up the sword, but she couldn't swing it.
It's indeed too heavy.
Wu Yingniang walked forward, straightened her arms, picked up the sword, and slashed it towards the door.
A gust of air rushed out, splitting the firewood at the door into two halves.
Wu Yingniang laughed twice and put down the sword in her hand:
"It's a good sword, but it's a bit heavy for a child."
Wu Ya also realized this.
He prefers heavy swords when forging swords. A sword can weigh dozens or even hundreds of pounds. The weight can bring considerable power and destructive power.
Although the sword given to Xue Che was made smaller, it was still too heavy.
In the past, those who came to him for swords were either people with many years of martial arts training or strong men. Therefore, those people could use his swords and could split people in half with one stroke.
But now, facing such a young child and some ordinary people in the village, the heavy sword he forged lost its advantage.
Wu Ya was so disappointed that he was about to throw the sword back into the furnace to be recast.
Xue Che hugged the sword and stopped it in time:
"Uncle Wuya just said this is the sword for me."
"Although I can't use it now, I will be able to use this sword in the future when I am stronger."
Xue Che looked determined and refused to let go.
Wu Ya released his hand and said, "Never mind. It's your sword now. Do as you please."
After watching the sword, everyone went back to work.
Hao Ren and Bai Xun stayed behind to discuss the next weapons with the people in the iron workshop.
Including Wu Ya, everyone agreed to forge weapons based on the current physical fitness and strength differences of the villagers.
They have to regroup the villagers according to their body size and weight, and then make the products based on the number of people in each group.
And not only swords need to be forged, but also guns, knives, darts, etc.
A small hand stretched out from the table:
"After you finish making these weapons, can you make me a slingshot? My wooden slingshot always breaks and doesn't last long."
Su Zhizhi put forward her idea very formally.
Whipping is good, but it can only reach close range. If the range is farther, she will have to use a slingshot.
Only then did Hao Ren notice that Su Zhizhi and Xue Che were still in the room, quietly listening to the adults' discussion.
Bai Xun added, "Zhizhi is right. We can make some slingshots. There are always people in the mountains who don't know how to use weapons. If they need to defend themselves, carrying a slingshot can be a lifesaver."
An old blacksmith said, "It's easy to make a small object like a slingshot, but it's not that easy to make a lightweight sword or gun."
Everyone looked at Wu Ya.
Wu Ya said matter-of-factly, "I'm only good at forging swords, and heavy swords at that. I've never made knives or spears."
Everyone was speechless for a moment and looked at each other.
We have to work out the design drawings of various weapons first.
Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.
Hao Ren: "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a shadow was cast into the door by the sunlight.
The one who came was Wei Dashuan.
He had probably just finished feeding, and there was still some hay on his body.
Bai Xun: "Uncle Wei, what's the matter?"
Wei Dashuan walked to the table and took out a stack of papers from his pocket:
"I drew this in my spare time. Perhaps it will be of some use to the village."
Wei Dashuan looks like an ordinary old man, but he looks more energetic and straighter than ordinary old men. He usually doesn't talk much in the village, and spends all day interacting with the livestock in the breeding area with a smile.
But now he took out a stack of papers, weapon drawings!
Several blacksmiths were stunned for a moment. What they thought was really coming true!
There are knives, guns, swords...even catapults and crossbows. The picture carefully indicates the head and tail dimensions of each weapon, how to assemble and other details.
There is no way this is something that an old farmer could casually draw.
Hao Ren lowered his eyes to look at the blueprint, a scrutinizing look emanating from beneath his raven-feather eyelashes:
"I wonder how Uncle Wei knows so much about weapons? Has he ever served in the military?"
Facing everyone's inquiring eyes, Wei Dashuan explained slowly and calmly:
"When I was young, I served in the army and was assigned to guard an armory, so I know a little bit about it."
Su Zhizhi asked softly, "Grandpa Wei, didn't you say last time that you had forgotten what happened in the past?"
Wei Dashuan coughed twice: "Ahem... I haven't forgotten about the weapons."
Then he added: "I just drew it from memory. If something is wrong, it's because I remembered it wrong."
Xue Che, who was lying on the table, also glanced at the blueprints. Suddenly, he pointed at the catapult blueprint in Wu Ya's hand and said:
"Grandpa Wei's painting is correct."
Xue Che said to Hao Ren, "I've read The Record of Military Power before, and all the parts of this catapult correspond to the original."
All the villagers in the mountain knew that Xue Che was a very good student, very smart, and could get first place in the academy.
I won't lie about studying.
Xue Che said he had read "Bing Feng Lu", so he really had read it.
It’s just that no one knew what the "Bingfenglu" that Xue Che was talking about was, and they thought it was probably a military book that could be bought on the market.
Even Hao Ren didn't know. Although he was well-read in his time, he had not read many books on military strategy.
In the entire room, apart from Xue Che, only Wei Dashuan understood what "Bingfenglu" was and what it meant.
When Xue Che said this, the humility, smile and concealment on Wei Dashuan's face all froze.
His face was as stiff as a weathered stone, collapsing bit by bit under erosion.
Because "Bingfenglu" involves the forging of military equipment, it was not printed in large quantities and circulated among the people. It was only in the hands of the Ministry of War and several important military generals.
Outsiders may not even have heard of this book.
Wei Dashuan knew about "Bingfenglu" because this book was written by him and his colleagues.
The book even includes weapon designs that had not yet been put into production.
But the eight-year-old child in front of him said that he had read it. He clearly said the title of the book "Bingfenglu" and pointed out the components of the speculative stone.
This means that the child read the book carefully.
No matter how smart a child from an ordinary family is, he would never read a secret military book at such a young age, unless -
Wei Dashuan felt like there was a stone blocking his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He couldn't help but stare at Xue Che.
He knew that Hao Ren and Bai Xun were looking at him, and he should act honest and calm.
But his eyes still repeatedly traced Xue Che's eyebrows.
None of the villagers asked about Xue Che's background. They all thought that the child had a miserable life and just thought that this child had a difficult family and was adopted by Hao Ren and his wife like Zhizhi.
But at this moment, Wei Dashuan vaguely saw the shadow of another person between Xue Che's eyebrows.
I saw the young general who was full of passion but fell in the snow more than ten years ago.
I saw a young man who had fought on the bloody battlefield, wailing and weeping while holding his brother's cold, hard body.
The wind suddenly blew outside the door, making the door panel rattle, like the sound of weapons colliding in the north wind many years ago.
It collided with the secrets and overwhelming guilt that he had buried in his heart for many years.
His face was pale, his lips trembled, and he shouted:
"Xue Che."
The voice is jerky.
It was like calling that name for the first time.
It seemed like the first time I realized that the child's surname was Xue.
Xue Che looked back at him doubtfully: "Grandpa Wei?"
Wei Dashuan had been staying in the village of Qianzhong. He had no idea what had happened in the circle of nobles in Chang'an thousands of miles away, nor did he know that the young master of the Xue family was missing, let alone his name.
But now an absurd guess came to his mind.
Wei Dashuan took a step forward and squatted down to take a closer look at the child.
But the next moment, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
Everyone around him quickly reached out to help Wei Dashuan.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che also went to help.
The moment Xue Che bent down, a piece of jade the size of a copper coin slid out from the edge of his collar, clean and translucent.
The jade slipped out halfway, and Xue Che quickly stuffed it back in.
But when Wei Dashuan saw the jade, his eyes turned red and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Su Zhizhi asked, "Grandpa Wei, did you feel any pain from the fall? I'll go find Doctor Yu for you."
Wei Dashuan shook his head with tears in his eyes, trying to say that it didn't hurt.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat and sprayed onto Xue Che's new sword, which was as cold as frost and snow.
Like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
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