My wife is a squeamish bag

Chapter 102 Where's Your Bow?
An Beibei coughed and said seriously: "Maybe it will be easier at night."

"Really? Am I the legendary Hawkeye?" Ying Haitao said excitedly.

"I mean, it's easier to fall asleep at night."

"What does this have to do with sleeping?" Ying Haitao scratched his hair, puzzled.

"It's a good dream to fall asleep."

Qi Jingyu gave him a disgusted look, and directly pointed it out.

"Hahaha, Taozi, if you want to hit every shot, hurry up and dream!"

The others couldn't stop laughing, but Ying Haitao finally came to his senses, and he didn't feel annoyed. He said with a bitter face: "Sister-in-law, I didn't believe you firmly just now. I was wrong. Please help me, even if you don't hit every shot. 99 is also fine."

"Uh... I was just joking. But if you want to hit every shot, I can't help you. At most, you can only adjust the angle according to your eye habits. For the rest, you can only practice more by yourself."

"It's okay, it's okay to adjust it, maybe I can easily hit the bull's-eye."

Ying Haitao and others don't have the problem of not being able to draw enough bows, so they don't need triangular forks and clamps. They only need to mark the best arrow placement position, and then use different thicknesses of wires to wind them into a small clamping point.

As soon as Ying Haitao finished the adjustment, he couldn't wait to try it out, and he hit the red heart. He was so excited that he screamed, and immediately set up a second arrow.

As a result, extreme joy gave rise to sadness, and there was only a sound of "bang", and the string broke.

Ying Haitao was dumbfounded.

An Beibei hurriedly reminded: "Except for those who can't draw the bow normally, other people usually draw the bow as hard as they usually do, but don't break the string again..."

As a result, before the words were finished, someone broke the string again.

An Beibei raised her forehead.

She can't solve this problem.

The strings they use are actually thin ropes woven with special plant fibers, which are not very elastic. Otherwise, with their physical strength from doing farm work every day, no one would be able to stretch the bows.

"Second brother Qi, I remember you still have a deer tendon..."

An Beibei couldn't solve the problem, so Ying Haitao had no choice but to beg Qi Jingyu eagerly.

Qi Jingyu glanced at An Beibei who was standing beside him, and said coldly, "Get it yourself."

"I'm going right now!"

Ying Haitao was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he ran away, and promised: "When I practice the arrow, I will return it to you!"

Qi Jingyu only has one deer tendon, and the other person can only watch and share a bow with someone who is in a similar situation to him for the time being.

After adjusting everyone's bows, An Beibei was so dizzy that she could hardly stand up, so she hurriedly grabbed Qi Jingyu who was beside her.

Qi Jingyu felt that there was something wrong with the strength she was pulling him, and he was startled, so he quickly reached out to support her, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

An Beibei shook her head, cleared her eyes, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. Where's your bow?"

Qi Jingyu pursed his lips with a slightly cold face, leaned over and hugged her.

"ah!"

An Beibei exclaimed unexpectedly, and instantly attracted everyone's attention, her face flushed with shame, and she said in a low voice, "Erlang, what are you doing!"

That voice, like coquettishness or anger, turned a thousand times.

Qi Jingyu's throat tightened, and he said expressionlessly, "I'll send you back to rest."

"No, I'm just a little dizzy."

Qi Jingyu pursed his lips and continued to stride forward.

An Beibei was anxious, "Your bow hasn't been tuned yet!"

"I don't need to adjust it."

"Really?"

"you do not believe?"

An Beibei immediately reacted, nodded quickly and said: "Of course I believe, you are a master!"

(End of this chapter)