Chapter 506 The Old Lady Meets Her Son

Zong Wenxiu came in and first paid his respects to the little emperor, then saluted Prime Minister Shen, who smiled and nodded at him.

It was afternoon, the time when the Emperor would concentrate on listening to Prime Minister Shen's memorials every day, so even when Zong Wenxiu came in, Prime Minister Shen did not leave.

Moreover, Zong Bianxiu took the initiative to ask for an audience with the emperor, and it was obvious that he had something important to say, and Prime Minister Shen could just listen to it together.

Zong Wenxiu got straight to the point and said, "Your Majesty, my father Zong Yan is good at making weapons. He drew a blueprint for a chariot that can be sent to the border for use by the army. Your Majesty, please take a look at this blueprint and see if it will be of help to the front line."

"Combat vehicle?" Jin Cheng blinked and took it curiously.

Even Prime Minister Shen was curious.

He heard that the second son of the Zong family had returned from the border several months ago, but he didn't expect that he was also good at making weapons?

The little devil took the blueprint and looked at it with Prime Minister Shen. He actually didn't know much about weapons, but this blueprint marked the production process in great detail, even the raw materials, function introduction, usage and damage were clearly written.

The more the little devil watched, the more powerful he felt. He shouted in amazement, "Oh my God! Second Uncle... Oh no, is your father so powerful?"

Zong Wenxiu said embarrassedly, "Actually, I don't know what the actual effect will be. Your Majesty, would you like to let the people from the Armament Bureau take a look first, so as not to be disappointed?"

Combat vehicles are usually manufactured by the Ordnance Inspectorate. Although my father drew the blueprint, he has no official position and no military merit. If he rashly submits this blueprint to others, people might not accept it.

And Prime Minister Shen, if he thinks it's inappropriate...

The little devil made a prompt decision and said, "Okay, then I will let them make a finished car first to test its power. If it is really powerful, I will send it to the border to help the Duke repel the enemy!"

Zong Wenxiu didn't expect him to make the decision so quickly. He looked at Prime Minister Shen's approving eyes and quickly replied, "Your Majesty is wise!"

general's office.

When Zong Wenxiu reported the news, he was very happy: "Dad, Jincheng is a very nice person. He didn't ask any more questions and directly agreed to make it and see for himself."

Zong Yan also smiled and nodded: "He trusts you very much, that's good. Let's wait and see. This car is slow to build. Even if the Ordnance Inspector is here to build it, it will take several days."

Zong Wenxiu nodded heavily: "Yes! By the way, Dad, the emperor also said that if this chariot is very powerful after it is completed, it will definitely help us defeat the enemy. By then, even if you don't go to the border to fight, you will be a great contributor to our Great Chu. He will make you a general, a great title!"

My younger brother is used to saying nice things.

But he knew that his brother could do many of the things he said, which made him feel safe.

Zong Yan was not interested in the award at first, but the young man in front of him was so excited that he was moved.

He thought: Wen Xiu would also want his father to be a very powerful person.

All children have this kind of competitive mentality.

So he said, "If you want to seal it up, this one drawing may not be enough."

"Ah?" Zong Wenxiu asked quickly, "What else do you need?"

Zong Yan lowered his eyes: "It still needs to be stronger."

"What's stronger?"

Zong Yan said to him, "I'll make a list for you. Please help me find the materials. If you can't find them all, ask your uncle for help."

Whenever his father asked something, Zong Wenxiu would do it no matter what it was for: "Okay!"

Strange wires, blades, and even candles, all kinds of weapon raw materials were brought in. Zong Yan stayed in the house to study them on his own, making tinkling sounds from time to time.

Zong Wenxiu was not interested and did not disturb him. When he had free time, he would sit next to his father and watch. His father was very focused when he was working. Sometimes his fingers were burned by the fire and he could not react. He had to help him to knock away the sparks.

However, Zong Yan's behavior also infected him.

Such immersive thinking makes people envy and admire.

However, Dad would sometimes stop and look towards the door. Zong Wenxiu thought that Dad wanted to rest his eyes, so he considerately helped Dad put the table for making hidden weapons next to the window.

But Dad still seems to be looking at the door.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Zong Yan ask, "How is your grandmother?"

Zong Wenxiu became alert when he heard this. His father actually started to ask about other people!

He quickly replied, "Grandma has always wanted to see you, but she was afraid to disturb you by showing up unannounced. But don't worry, Dad. Grandma looks a lot younger and more energetic than before. Because you're back safely, as long as people are alive, that's more important than anything else!"

Zong Yan paused for a moment, then quickly resumed his movements. He said casually, "If they want to see me, just come as usual from now on. I'm fine."

Zong Wenxiu's eyes sparkled, and he said happily, "Okay, I'll go tell my grandmother right now. She'll definitely be very happy!"

After the boy finished speaking, he went out to call for help.

Zong Yan looked at his jogging back, his brows knitted together, and his hands tightened as he pulled the wire.

Not long after, the old lady came.

She came running.

The ears of martial artists are particularly sensitive. Zong Yan raised his head and called out, "Mom."

The boy who was always smiling brightly in my memory forced a smile at this moment, as if he was trying hard to regain the feeling of the past.

The old lady's eyes turned red in an instant, and she kept saying, "Hey, hey, Yan'er, mother misses you, mother misses you so much."

She restrained herself from moving forward, fearing that her little son, who had just taken a step forward, would be frightened and shrink back into his shell.

But it is this kind of forbearing action that makes people feel distressed.

Zong Yan put down the wire, stretched out his arms, and explained: "My hands are a little dirty, mother, please don't touch my hands."

This is a hugging pose.

The old lady couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward to throw herself on him, crying in fear: "Yan'er, my Yan'er, you're back. Mother missed you so much that she's going crazy."

Zong Yan hugged her weakly and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, mother, I made you worry."

The old lady cried, but she was still considerate. She shook her head and said, "You are right. Don't put pressure on yourself. This is what mother wants. Mother can wait for you to get better."

Zong Yan was triggered.

He wanted to say thank you, but was afraid that his mother would think he was being awkward. After hesitating for a while, his mother took him to wash his hands.

A young man in his twenties was being helped to wash his hands by his mother, which was a very embarrassing thing to do, but it seemed that the relationship between the two people who had not seen each other for more than ten years had become much closer.

Zong Yan still didn't talk much, but the old lady didn't mind and kept talking to him:

"Is it hot in the house? The temperature in the capital is higher than in other places. Although it is not yet June, it is already hot. If you feel hot, mother will ask someone to bring you some ice cubes. Putting them in the house will help you cool down."

"Oh, by the way, the meals prepared for you at home are all your favorites. After so many years, I don't know if your preferences have changed. I'll ask housekeeper Liu to cook some new dishes from the capital for you every day. Try them and see if you like them."