My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 353 Treasure Sword Gifts to Heroes

About two quarters of an hour later, Young Master Liu came in with a tea tray: "Uncle, this is the fragrant tea that the boy made for you just now. I don't know if the talisman suits your taste. Let's drink it for now."

Staring at all kinds of ecstasy, the insolent expression froze for a moment: "Why so fast?"

"Ah?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang speechlessly, afraid that Zhang Kuang would blame himself for being impolite, so he started making tea non-stop for a while after going out, why would Zhang Kuang feel happy instead?

Liu Mingzhi gently placed the tea tray on the table and poured out two cups of tea for preparation: "Uncle, please drink tea."

Zhang Kuang's expression couldn't help being a little disappointed, and he picked up the teacup resentfully: "Okay, I will try your tea-making skills, if you are not satisfied, you have to make another pot. When will the old man be satisfied?" Can."

Although Zhang Kuang is a general, but he was born in a famous Zhang family since he was a child, he is naturally quite proficient in the art of tea tasting, and when he was in the army, he would order his soldiers to make a pot of tea, except when he was in an emergency. It makes people feel dizzy. Drinking a cup of green tea can not only promote body fluids and quench thirst, but also clear eyesight.

Often a lot of complicated military affairs are handled in an orderly manner in this sip of tea.

Savoring the tea from Liu Mingzhi carefully, Zhang Kuang looked a little confused. In all fairness, Young Master Liu's tea making skills are impeccable, and the tea leaves are also high-quality tea, which is not as bad as the rough and bitter tea he usually drinks. Knowing is hundreds of times stronger.

So satisfied with the tea, how to dismiss Liu Mingzhi became a big problem. He still had some things to settle.

"Uncle, is your arm injured?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang's wrist in surprise. He always felt that Zhang Kuang was a bit unnatural when drinking tea. When others drank tea, he was naturally comfortable and contented. There is such a sense of incongruity.

"No? Why do you ask such a question." Zhang Kuang looked at First Young Master Liu suspiciously.

"It's fine if you don't have one. The kid just saw that your wrist seemed to be useless when you drank tea, and thought you were injured. It's good if you don't have one."

"Ah? Ah! You mean the old man's wrist? Maybe today's armor doesn't fit well, so it looks a little weird, it's fine, don't take it to heart."

"Ok."

For Zhang Kuang's somewhat weird behavior, Liu Mingzhi only thought that he was not familiar with Zhang Kuang, and it was inevitable that he was not very used to it.

Huh?Liu Mingzhi looked at the well-moistened brush in surprise, he hadn't been in the study for a long time, how could the brush be well-moistened?And I am very clear about my habits. Every time I finish writing, I will clean the brush in my hand and hang it on the pen holder to dry.

Taking a surprised look at Zhang Kuang who was holding a teacup and looking at the layout of the study, Liu Mingzhi always felt that Zhang Kuang was guilty of something.

No way, Mu Ran and Liu Mingzhi looked at the manuscript paper on the table. These are manuscripts drawn based on the memories of his previous life. These are the patterns of various weapons and equipment from the past dynasties.

However, Liu Mingzhi only knew the pattern, and hadn't personally tested how powerful it was.The only weapons that have been forged are Hengdao and Modao, and there are only two of them.

As for the others, they are still under deliberation, and he doesn't know whether they are practical or not.

In a hurry, he passed the manuscripts on the table through his hands. It seemed that a few sheets were missing, but there seemed to be no shortage. The number of manuscript papers seemed to have not changed much.

He didn't even know what was lost for a while.

It doesn't matter if you lose two of them. Anyway, these things will be dedicated to the emperor sooner or later and equipped in the army. However, Young Master Liu is crazy and made things that have not been tested. What if something goes wrong? Just kidding.

There is no problem with swords and the like, but what I am afraid of is the blueprints of various bows, crossbows and crossbows.
Sighing, Liu Mingzhi put the manuscript into the drawer, huh?
Young Master Liu stared blankly at the rice paper in the drawer. Yinger is a girl with some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time she helps her clean up her study, she always sticks the rice paper on the inner wall of the drawer, and the number of rice paper is exactly one hundred. No more, no less, just on the same level as the inner wall of the drawer, and then put a copper-printed paperweight on it, but now the drawer is obviously missing no less than twenty or thirty sheets of rice paper.

In an instant, Young Master Liu's mind brightened. He looked at the writing brush on the pen and the missing rice paper and shook his head helplessly, closing the drawer. Liu Mingzhi went to Zhang Kuang's side and patted Zhang Kuang's shoulder: "Uncle." After calling Uncle, Liu Mingzhi stretched out his hand to face Zhang Kuang with a sullen face, the meaning is self-evident.

"What are you doing? I'm just drinking you a cup of tea. Are you in a hurry to ask for a teacup?" Zhang Kuang looked a little evasive, and immediately looked firmly at Young Master Liu without hesitation.

"Stop pretending, uncle, you know what the kid wants is not a teacup, take out what's in your sleeve."

Looking at the pretending Zhang Kuang Young Master Liu wanted to laugh, and his acting skills were too clumsy.

"I don't know anything. Ask your father what you want. I have no money. It's getting late today. I'm going back. I'm not worthy of a horse."

Zhang Kuang put down the teacup in his hand and was about to go out. Liu Mingzhi immediately stopped at the door: "Uncle, I want the blueprints for weapons. There are always countless weapons in the military equipment of the Ministry of Industry. Why are you greedy for those blueprints that have no manufacturing data?"

"Those weapons are not as good as the equipment on your drawings." Zhang Kuang's words stopped abruptly, and he looked at Liu Mingzhi with an embarrassed expression: "You kid actually dug a hole for this old man."

Young Master Liu grabbed Zhang Kuang's wrist with his left hand and began to grope in his cuff, no wonder Zhang Kuang's posture of drinking tea is so weird, Young Master Liu couldn't finish the folded blueprints in his cuff with one hand, it can be seen that Zhang Kuang is drawing in the end how many drawings.

Zhang Kuang is smart, he knew that he would be found out if he smuggled Young Master Liu's manuscript away, so he hurriedly started drawing according to Young Master Liu's drawings.

Moreover, Zhang Kuang's first drawing still contained a specific number of patterns. Although he didn't know the power of the weapons on these patterns, the blueprint that could be put together with the horizontal knife drawing was not a simple thing.

However, he did not expect Young Master Liu to come back so quickly.

The blueprints were placed on the ground one by one, there were as many as seventeen, most of which were various bow and crossbow weapons, as well as armor patterns for protection.

Young Master Liu took a surprised look at the arrogant child who seemed to have done something wrong. The weapons patterns on these regiments were lifelike, and they were exactly the same as the patterns on Young Master Liu's manuscripts. It was really hard to see that they were so rough Some people actually have such a delicate mind.

"Boy, I'm going back to Fangyingzhou immediately after the Spring Festival. It's time for the Turks to go south in the spring. I have no choice but to do this."

Looking at Zhang Kuang's pitiful expression, First Young Master Liu heaved a sigh of relief, picked out seven or eight drawings from the drawings and handed them to Zhang Kuang: "The rest are not suitable for imitation without deliberation, let's talk about it later."

Zhang Kuang immediately became delighted: "I knew that you are not the kind of guy who builds cars behind closed doors. Your vision is much better than your father's." As he spoke, he unceremoniously stuffed the blueprint into his sleeve.

"Boy, don't worry, as long as these weapons are really built as recorded in the blueprints, this old man will immediately ask for an order to upgrade you to a rank, even that bad old man Xia Gongming can't stop it, uncle said."

"Hey, you're here to match the horse. You're here to raid the boy's house. It's not bad. I can't let you come here for nothing, what kind of weapon does uncle use now?"

"Chopper, what's wrong?"

"Wait."

Young Master Liu turned around and walked into the stone lock next to the bookshelf, took off the Mo Dao that had been on display for many days, and walked out. Because the corner was rather dark, Zhang Kuang didn't notice the Mo Dao placed there.

"Uncle, do you want to try it smoothly?"

(End of this chapter)