Xiao'e swallowed, but did not pick up the leg of lamb. Instead, she turned to look at Jin Feng.
Seeing Jin Feng nod, he took the leg of mutton and handed the crossbow to Qing Huai.
Qinghuai picked up the crossbow and studied it, then twisted the roulette wheel and put it on the bow string, and then pulled the trigger against a big tree more than ten meters away.
Bang!
The arrow flashed away and was nailed to the tree.
The arrow completely sank into the tree, and the tail of the arrow vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound.
Qinghuai stirred the turntable again, raised his hand and shot another arrow.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were three more soft sounds in succession, and there were three more arrows on the tree.
"Good archery skills!"
Jin Feng applauded heartily.
Four arrows were nailed to the tree and arranged in sequence from top to bottom, as neatly as if measured with a ruler. The distance between each arrow was the same.
"Good bow!"
Qinghuai also marveled at the crossbow in his hand: "I have never seen this kind of crossbow. Where did the warrior get it?"
"Xiaosheng's father is a craftsman. He has been exposed to it since he was a child and has learned some. Xiaosheng made these crossbows himself."
Jin Feng explained.
"It turns out that sir is not only a tiger-fighting hero, but also a master craftsman. That's disrespectful."
Qinghuai clasped his fists at Jin Feng for the first time to show respect, and his title changed from warrior to sir.
He also became very curious about Jin Feng.
He looks thin and weak, calls himself a niche, and should be a scholar, but he can shoot tigers and make such a powerful crossbow...
"I don't dare to call myself a master with some meager skills."
Jin Feng didn't like the ancient people's way of talking very much. If there was anything he wanted to do, could he just say no? He had to be so vain and polite.
But he could only complain in his heart.
If he hugged Qing Huai's shoulders and called him brother and sister now, he would probably be hacked to death by the guards behind him in the next second.
No matter when, following the crowd is the only way to live longer.
In this era when human life is worthless, Jin Feng feels that it is best to follow the trend.
"Sir, you are humble."
Qinghuai signaled the guards to take down the arrows from the tree, turned over the crossbow and said: "The crossbow is extremely powerful, but it is difficult to string, and the speed of filling the arrows is too slow. After Sir's improvement, these two problems have been solved, so
The ingenious thinking is really admirable.
It’s a pity that making crossbows requires extremely high wood and bow strings, so they cannot be manufactured in large quantities, otherwise we will have another sharp weapon in our army!”
Traditional crossbows need to use the elasticity of the bow body and bow string to achieve the goal of stimulating arrows. Indeed, they have high requirements on wood and bow strings.
But as long as you find the right steel, these are not problems, and mass production can be achieved.
However, after Qinghuai said this, Jin Feng would not ask for trouble and simply nodded in agreement.
"Sir, did you kill the tiger with this crossbow?"
"Yes."
Jin Feng nodded and admitted.
Qinghuai couldn't help but have a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
When he saw the tiger's body, he thought he had met an archery master, but now he realized that Jin Feng relied on the power of a crossbow.
In Qinghuai's view, although Jin Feng's modified crossbow has overcome the problems of stringing and filling arrows, its firing rate is still too slow and cannot be compared with the longbow.
A longbow only needs to be pulled to set an arrow, and a real master can shoot more than a dozen arrows in one breath.
As for the crossbow after Jinfeng's modification, every time it was fired, it had to twist the turntable several times before firing again, which Qinghuai felt was a bit useless.
It also made him feel regretful that the trip was in vain.
However, as a well-educated nobleman, Qinghuai quickly adjusted his mentality, and the disappointment in his eyes only faded away.
Several people smiled and entered Jin Feng's small courtyard. As soon as they entered the door, they saw the rows of spinning wheels in the thatched shed.
Qinghuai didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw a guard always staring at the spinning wheel in the shed, he couldn't help but ask: "Zhong Wu, what are you looking at?"
"Reporting to the Marquis, the younger one is looking at those spinning wheels."
The guard replied respectfully.
"What happened to the spinning wheel?"
Qinghuai asked curiously.
As a Marquis, he had seen a spinning wheel only a handful of times, let alone touched one, and did not see the difference between spinning wheels.
"The Marquis also knows that the little boy was raised by his mother spinning and is very familiar with all kinds of spinning wheels, but he has never seen anything like this."
Zhong Wu pointed to the spinning wheel and said: "The spinning wheels I have seen are all hand-cranked, but these spinning wheels are pedal-operated, and there are five spindles, so the spinning speed must be very fast."
Qinghuai nodded, feeling a little unconcerned.
In his opinion, the spinning wheel is a woman's thing. What's so interesting about a group of big men surrounding a spinning wheel?
However, Zhong Wu has followed him through life and death for many years. Although he is a master and servant, he is actually almost like a full brother.
Zhong Wu usually never made any requests. On rare occasions when he met someone he was interested in, Qinghuai would endure his temper and watch him spin around the spinning wheel.
But what Qinghuai didn't expect was that Zhong Wuguang was still not satisfied and actually rubbed his hands and asked Jin Feng: "Sir, can I try this spinning wheel?"
What could Jin Feng say? He could only nod: "Okay."
Zhong Wu immediately took off his saber and put it aside, then sat down in front of the spinning wheel and started operating it.
A tall and sturdy man, wearing a suit of armor, was sitting in front of a spinning wheel spinning thread. He looked awkward.
Qinghuai almost couldn't help but cover his face.
The expressions of the other guards behind him were similar to Qinghuai's.
But no one stopped me.
They all know about Zhong Wu. He was raised by his mother spinning thread since he was a child, and they have a special affection for the spinning wheel.
Zhong Wu stood up after spinning a ball of twine.
"This spinning wheel is really easy to use. It is five or six times faster than the spinning wheels I have seen before. If my mother was alive, she would be so happy to see such a spinning wheel."
The burly man with scars on his face had red eyes as he spoke.
In his memory, his mother was always spinning, spinning during the day and at night, but the money she earned was never enough to eat, and the two of them were often hungry.
If there had been a spinning wheel like this back then, my mother wouldn't be so tired, right?
"The speed of this spinning wheel is five or six times that of other spinning wheels?"
After listening to Zhong Wu's words, Qinghuai suddenly became interested in this spinning wheel.
As a nobleman, his education was far beyond that of a guard like Zhong Wu.
I immediately realized what it meant to increase the spinning speed by five or six times.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation are necessities that no one can live without.
Clothing ranks first, and its importance can be imagined.
Qinghuai immediately realized what kind of wealth this spinning wheel could bring.
"Sir, did you also make this spinning wheel?"
Qinghuai asked.
"Yes."
Jin Feng nodded, his mind already working rapidly.
Tang Dongdong's face also became ugly.
They all guessed Qinghuai's plan.
Sure enough, Qinghuai asked in the next sentence: "I think this kind of spinning wheel is very interesting. I wonder if sir, can I give up my love?"