Chapter three hundred and fifty-two treasure swords for heroes
About two-quarters of an hour later, Young Master Liu came in with a tea tray: "Uncle, this is the fragrant tea I just made for you. I don't know if it suits your taste, so just drink it for now. https
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The arrogant man who was staring at all kinds of things in a daze looked stunned: "Why so fast?"
"Ah?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang speechlessly, fearing that Zhang Kuang would blame him for being rude. After leaving, he started making tea for a while. How could Zhang Kuang feel happy?
Liu Mingzhi gently placed the tea tray on the table and poured out two cups of tea to prepare: "Uncle, please drink tea."
The arrogant expression could not help but be a little disappointed, and he picked up the tea cup angrily: "Okay, I will try your tea-making skills. If you are not satisfied, you have to make another pot. When will I be satisfied?
Can."
Although Zhang Kuang is a military commander, he was born in a famous Zhang family since he was a child. Naturally, he is quite proficient in the art of tea tasting. In addition, when he was in the army, except when there was an urgent battle, Zhang Kuang would order his soldiers to make a pot of tea. Busy military affairs would inevitably cause trouble.
It makes people feel dizzy. Drinking a cup of tea can not only produce fluids and quench thirst, but also clear your eyes and clear your mind.
Many complex military affairs are often handled in an orderly and crazy way while drinking tea.
After carefully tasting the tea sent by Liu Mingzhi, Zhang Kuang looked a little tangled. To be fair, Mr. Liu's tea making skills were impeccable and the tea leaves were also of the highest quality. They were not as coarse and bitter as the tea he usually drank.
Knowing is a hundred times stronger.
How to get Liu Mingzhi away now that he is so satisfied with the tea has become a big problem. He still has some things to deal with.
"Uncle, is your arm injured?" Liu Mingzhi looked at Zhang Kuang's wrist in surprise. He always felt that Zhang Kuang was a little unnatural when he drank tea. Others felt comfortable and content when drinking tea. But when it was Zhang Kuang's turn, he always felt unnatural.
It feels like there is such an incongruity.
"No? Why are you asking like this?" Zhang Kuang looked at Young Master Liu in confusion.
"It's okay if you don't have it. I just saw that your wrist seemed to be losing strength when you were drinking tea. I thought you were injured. It's okay if you don't have it."
"Ah? Ah! You mean my wrist? Maybe today's armor doesn't fit well, so it looks a little weird, but it's nothing serious. Don't take it to heart."
"All right."
Regarding Zhang Kuang's strange behavior, Liu Mingzhi just thought that he was not familiar with Zhang Kuang, and it was inevitable that he was not used to it.
Huh? Liu Mingzhi looked at the moistened brush in surprise. He had not been in the study for a long time. How could the brush be moistened? And he was very clear about his habits. Every time he finished writing, he would put the brush in his hand away.
Clean and hang on the pen holder to dry.
He glanced in surprise at Zhang Kuang, who was holding a tea cup and looking at the decoration of the study. Liu Mingzhi always felt that Zhang Kuang was guilty of something.
No way, Mu Ran and Liu Mingzhi looked at the manuscripts on the desk. These were manuscripts drawn based on the memories of his past lives, and they contained patterns of various weapons and equipment from past dynasties.
However, Liu Mingzhi only knew the pattern and had not personally tested its power. The only two weapons he had built were the Heng Dao and the Mo Dao, and there were only two of them.
As for the other things, they are still being considered, and he doesn't know whether they are practical or not.
I hurriedly passed the manuscript on the desk through my hands. It seemed that a few sheets were missing, but it didn't seem to be missing. The number of manuscript papers didn't seem to have changed much.
For a moment, he didn't even know what he had lost.
It doesn't matter if I lose two of them. Anyway, these things will be presented to the emperor sooner or later and then equipped into the army. But Young Master Liu is so arrogant that he comes up with something that has not been tested. What if something goes wrong?
Just kidding.
There is no problem with swords and the like. What I am afraid of are the various drawings of crossbowmen and crossbows. What if the string breaks and the crossbow arrows are shot uncontrollably at one of my own people?
Liu Mingzhi sighed and put the manuscript into the drawer, eh?
Young Master Liu stared blankly at the rice paper in the drawer. Ying'er was a girl with some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time she helped her clean up the study room, she would always put rice paper on the inner wall of the drawer, and the number of rice papers was exactly one hundred.
Not more, not less, just in line with the inner wall of the drawer, and then placed it with a copper-stamped paperweight, but now there are obviously no less than twenty or thirty pieces of rice paper in the drawer.
In an instant, Young Master Liu's mind brightened. He looked at the brush on the pen and the missing rice paper and shook his head helplessly. He closed the drawer and Liu Mingzhi walked up to Zhang Kuang and patted Zhang Kuang's shoulder: "Uncle"
After calling him "uncle", Liu Mingzhi sullenly stretched out his hand to Zhang Kuang, the meaning was self-evident.
"What are you doing? I'm just drinking a cup of tea from you. Are you in a hurry to ask for a tea cup?" Zhang Kuang looked a little dodgeful, and immediately looked firmly at Young Master Liu without hesitation.
"Stop pretending, uncle, you know what I want is not a tea cup. Just take out what's inside your sleeve."
Looking at the pretentious and arrogant Young Master Liu, I wanted to laugh out loud, but his acting was too poor.
"I don't know anything. What do you want? Ask your father to go. I have no money. It's getting late today. I have to go back. I don't deserve the horse anymore."
Zhang Kuang put down the tea cup in his hand and was about to walk out. Liu Mingzhi immediately stopped at the door: "Uncle, I want weapons blueprints. The Ministry of Industry's armament always records countless weapons. Why do you want to covet Mo's blueprints without manufacturing data?"
"Those weapons are not as good as the equipment in your drawings." The arrogant words stopped suddenly, and he looked at Liu Mingzhi with an embarrassed look: "You kid actually dug a hole for me."
Young Master Liu grabbed Zhang Kuang's wrist with his left hand and began to fumble around in his cuff. Oh no wonder Zhang Kuang's drinking tea posture was so weird. Young Master Liu couldn't even finish the drawings folded in his cuff. This shows that Zhang Kuang's drawings are really good.
How many drawings are there?
Zhang Kuang was smart. He knew that if he smuggled Liu Dashao's manuscript away, he would definitely be discovered, so he hurriedly followed Liu Dashao's drawings to draw it.
Moreover, the drawings drawn by Zhang Kuangxian still contained a specific number of patterns. Although he did not know the power of the weapons on these patterns, the drawings that could be put together with the Hengdao drawings were not simple things.
But I didn't expect Young Master Liu to come back so quickly.
The drawings were placed on the ground, there were seventeen in total, most of them were various bow and crossbow weapons, as well as patterns of armor used for protection.
Mr. Liu looked at Mr. Liu in surprise. He looked like a child who had done something wrong. The weapons patterns on these regiments were lifelike. They were exactly the same as the ones on Mr. Liu's manuscript. He really couldn't tell that he was so crude and arrogant.
People actually have such delicate thoughts.
"Boy, I will return to Yingzhou immediately after the Spring Festival. It is also time for the Turks to move south in the spring. I have no choice but to do this."
Looking at Zhang Kuang's pitiful expression, Young Master Liu breathed a sigh of relief, picked out seven or eight drawings from the drawings and handed them to Zhang Kuang: "The rest have not been carefully considered and are not suitable for imitation. We will talk about it later."
Zhang Kuang immediately became overjoyed: "I know that you are not the kind of guy who works behind closed doors. He has a much better vision than your father." As he spoke, he stuffed the drawings into his sleeves unceremoniously.
"Boy, don't worry. As long as these weapons are made exactly as recorded on the drawings, I will immediately request an order to upgrade your title. Even that bad old man Xia Gongming won't be able to stop you, as my uncle said."
"Hey, you are here to match the horses. You are just here to clean up the boy's house. I can't let you come here in vain. What kind of weapons does uncle use now?"
"Zhanma Dao, what's wrong?"
"Wait."
Mr. Liu turned around and walked into the stone lock next to the bookshelf. He took off the Mo Dao that had been on display for many days and walked out. Because the corner was dark, Zhang Kuang did not notice the Mo Dao placed there.