"My lord, my lord!"

Meng Yue and Qiu Liming rushed into the commander's tent dripping with mud and water.

They anxiously wiped the rain off their faces and surrounded Xiao Zhuo, who was playing chess with Song Zhen.

"Lord, something serious has happened."

The two of them were really worried about letting Shen Yuexi be responsible for making bows and arrows. Even if Meng Yue personally supervised it, it would be impossible to make tens of thousands of arrows in three days. It was simply not reliable to put a woman in charge. But the master would not let more Asked, the two of them did not dare to disobey.

Both of them were able to sit still on the first day, but they just asked their sergeants to go and inquire about the news. On the second day, they were restless and couldn't even eat well. On the third day, their butts were on fire, and they planned to go to the workshop in the pass to check the progress of bow and arrow production in person. .If Shen Yuexi doesn't make any progress...that's almost certain. The two of them can persuade their lord to run away in time.

Unlike a large army of ten thousand people, a small army of several hundred people can run away at a moment's notice.

However, Shen Yuexi is the lord's wife. It would be too disrespectful to go there directly in the name of checking the progress. The two discussed for a long time and decided to go privately. In order not to attract attention, they chose to go at night without a torch to avoid be found.

As a result, as soon as they walked out of the camp, it rained heavily, making the two of them feel like drowned rats.

The two of them were strong and experienced in the battlefield, so they didn't care. It was just that the road was muddy and slippery, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, making walking difficult.

We arrived at the workshop camp halfway up the mountain in the dark, only to find that no one was walking around in the huge camp. Only dozens of temporary work sheds built with wooden planks had lights on.

"What's going on?" Meng Yue looked at Qiu Liming, "Lao Qiu, weren't you working in full swing the past two days?"

On the first day, Shen Yuexi and Yang Cong recruited iron ore workers and bow and arrow makers from Xiaogang Village. The villagers responded one after another, recruiting more than a hundred people. Those who built work sheds, dug mines, and pushed carts. The charcoal-burning people...are so busy, it really looks like that.

Why did it suddenly stop on the third day?

Qiu Liming looked at the dark field. Dozens of small trucks transporting iron ore were parked outside the mine, dripping rainwater. There were spades and pickaxes scattered in the mud. The stove in the work shed was splashing with sparks. , flickering on and off.

He wiped the rain off his face with his sleeve: "Maybe they are all taking shelter in the warehouse, right?"

As he spoke, he pouted at the largest work shed in the distance. Unlike other open-air work sheds with only one roof, the largest work shed was also surrounded by wooden boards to prevent wind and rain, which was equivalent to a warehouse.

Meng Yue said: "This is unreasonable. The Xirong army will arrive tomorrow. If it were me, I would have to complete the lord's military order even if I stay up for three days and three nights. If it rains, I will stop working..."

Qiu Liming glanced at him: "Military orders are like mountains, except for Madam."

Meng Yue choked at this sentence and rolled his eyes. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "There are no arrows. Xirong is coming. Lao Qiu, you should be the first."

Qiu Liming whispered: "Don't say it so early. Maybe everyone is continuing to work in the warehouse. Don't blame me madam. Let's go to the warehouse and have a look."

The two braved the rain, sneaked into the camp hiding in the shadows, and headed for the warehouse.

Before reaching the warehouse, I heard Shen Yuexi's voice inside.

"...See, you have to press it little by little. But don't use too much force, otherwise it will be crushed. Onion has already learned it. If you don't understand, just ask her."

"I know, I know." The villagers' voices rang out one after another.

Qiu Liming touched Meng Yue next to him with his elbow and whispered: "Did you hear that? Madam didn't waste any time and led everyone to work."

"But what are they suppressing?" Meng Yue asked.

"Stupid, it must be an arrowhead, what else could it be."

"But arrowheads are all forged by blacksmiths, right? Can such a thing be pressed out?"

While the two were arguing, they touched the outside of the warehouse wall. There was only a board separating them from the inside, and the sound could be heard more clearly. Qiu Liming looked around and found a small hole leaking light. He went up to take a look.

The warehouse was brightly lit and surrounded by villagers on three levels outside. He could only see the backs of everyone and could not see clearly what was happening in the middle.

Shen Yuexi's voice rang out from the crowd again: "Is everything done?"

"It's pressed, it's pressed." Everyone was shouting.

"Onions, take someone to roast them. But remember not to use high fire, the last batch was burnt."

"Okay," Yang Cong's excited voice sounded, "It's the first time I've made something so exquisite. I'm really excited."

Shen Yuexi smiled and said: "The method is very simple, the main thing is that the mold is carved well. It is all the credit of Master Liu."

A man's voice in the crowd said: "If Mrs. Pei didn't tell me, I wouldn't know that a carpenter like me could do this."

mold?

Meng Yue and Qiu Liming looked at each other outside the wall.

Meng Yue asked Qiu Liming in a low voice: "Old Qiu, do you still need a mold to make arrowheads?"

"I don't understand. It's probably a new forging method. That's why the Lord asked his wife to take charge. She..."

Before Qiu Liming finished speaking, the door of the warehouse opened, and a group of villagers rushed out under the leadership of Yang Cong. The two hurriedly hid in the shadows and watched everyone walk towards the work shed not far away with umbrellas.

More than a dozen villagers were holding a plate in both hands. There seemed to be something on it, which could not be seen clearly in the dark.

The two of them were curious and followed them to take a look. Shen Yuexi's voice rang again in the warehouse.

"Come on, let's make a new batch."

After hearing this, the two people did not bother to chase the villagers, and quickly put their ears to the wooden board to listen carefully.

"Everyone, what are we putting in this time?" Shen Yuexi's voice sounded with a smile.

"Red bean paste, red bean paste," a woman's voice shouted, "my baby loves red bean paste filling!"

Another aunt shouted: "Walnuts, put walnuts, walnuts will make up your brain!"

"What are you shouting for? The batch that just came out was stuffed with walnuts, this time it was filled with jujube paste!" an old man retorted.

Qiu Liming and Meng Yue were shocked.

Bean paste, walnuts, jujube paste... These foods have nothing to do with arrowheads. The lord's wife actually led everyone... to make food!

Meng Yue stood up and wanted to rush in, but Qiu Liming held him back: "What are you going in for?"

"They delayed their work and were eating and drinking here. I went in and let them work..."

"No, no, we can't interfere in this matter, we have to find the master."

"Yes, go find the lord quickly, go find the lord quickly!"

After the two of them finished talking to Xiao Zhuo, they thought that Xiao Zhuo would be furious after hearing this. However, Xiao Zhuo didn't even move his eyebrows, put down the tea bowl in his hand, and smiled at Song Zhen:

"It turns out that we, who have been marching and fighting all day, have forgotten such an important day."

Song Zhen shook his feather fan and said with a smile: "Don't say he is the lord, even I have forgotten."

Meng Yue and Qiu Liming couldn't figure it out and looked at Xiao Zhuo blankly: "Lord, what are you talking about?"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival," Shen Yuexi's cheerful voice sounded outside the tent, "I specially made mooncakes for everyone."

The curtain opened, and Shen Yuexi walked in with a plate in one hand. There were dozens of mooncakes with complicated and exquisite patterns stacked on it.

Meng Yue and Qiu Liming were both dumbfounded.

Calculating the time, right? Today is the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. They were so preoccupied with the war that they forgot about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"My left hand is filled with walnuts, and my right hand is filled with bean paste." Shen Yuexi put the plate on the table, picked up two mooncakes and placed them in front of Xiao Zhuo, "Husband, which one do you like to eat?"

"The one on the right hand." Xiao Zhuo took the mooncake from Shen Yuexi's hand with a smile on his face.

Shen Yuexi said to the other people in the account, "Everyone takes it for himself."

Song Zhen took a piece of mooncake and said with a smile: "I'll eat it first. Playing chess with my lord is too tiring. This walnut filling is just right."

"But...but, lord." Meng Yue and Qiu Liming stuttered twice, then opened the curtain and rushed out.

It’s okay for the Lord and his wife to make mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but what about the serious business of bows and arrows?

It's up to these two generals to supervise the craftsmen.

Shen Yuexi took Xiao Zhuo's arm and said, "Husband, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we want to enjoy the moon and worship the moon. How about we go out to enjoy the moon together?"

Xiao Zhuo nodded. The two of them cuddled together and walked slowly out of the tent.

The heavy rain outside has long since stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky have dispersed, revealing a full moon like a jade plate. The air is moist and carries the fragrance of earth. The night wind blows through, bringing bursts of coolness.

Meng Yue and Qiu Liming stood on the spot like two wooden stakes, stupidly watching the endless stream of torches forming a long dragon in the north of the camp. Villagers and sergeants were pushing bundles of crossbow arrows into the camp on small carts.

"Four hundred crossbows, forty thousand crossbow arrows, delivered as scheduled."

Shen Yuexi smiled and said to Xiao Zhuo: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Chapter completed!