The cloth rolled by Ye Qing was not put back to its original place by him, but after it was placed on the ground, he sat on it, patted the remaining paint on his hands, and smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of your family's decline?"

"This is not a fear! My father's whole life's hard work is all for the entire family, but now I can't let my father ruin his body and be destroyed again! The cloth merchant is the Yan family, the foundation of my father's business. Everything else can be lost, but this cloth business is the one that we must not lose." Yan Qingcheng stood at the door, looking at the colorful fabric hanging in the air, but he was unable to be happy no matter how much, and he could not drive away the haze in his heart.

"That... I have a question to ask you, that is..." Ye Qing got up from the cloth, walked to the door, leaning against the door frame, looking at the colorful fabric at the sky, the corners of his eyes slid crystal drop by drop, and said, "How long does this fabric in Curry need to be kept to prove that there is no problem with the dye?"

"One month to two months, the fabric required by the royal family will basically be two months. But this time, because of the sudden incident, it is extremely difficult to make the fabric beautiful and not change color for a long time, so there is no regulation on the color durability of the material in the palace for the time being." Yan Qingcheng reached out to wipe off the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a choking.

Ye Qing touched it in his arms for a long time and finally found the handkerchief that Jinse gave him, so he handed it to Yan Qingcheng who was wiping his tears. Looking at Yan Qingcheng's angrily gaze, he tickled and said, "It's clean, I haven't used it before, it's just like new."

Seeing Yan Qingcheng feel a little shy, unnaturally taking the handkerchief from his hand and gently wiping the tears at the corners of his eyes, Ye Dutou added lightly: "It's just that I've blown my nose twice."

"Ah...you... are bored!" Yan Qingcheng was wiping the wetness in the corners of his eyes. When he heard Ye Qing put words on his back, he was so scared that he hurriedly spread his handkerchief and turned it on.

It was not until Ye Qing's slight smile came to her ear that she realized that she had been fooled. So she glanced at Ye Qing angrily, then grabbed Ye Qing's handkerchief tightly and walked out.

Ye Qing, who was chasing Yan Qingcheng out, took off his backpack slung across his shoulder next to the carriage. After looking at Yan Qingcheng who was angry, his emotions fell into depression. Obviously, after the so-called secret recipe was stolen by Manager Liao, it was still a big blow to Yan Qingcheng.

Ye Qing said while flipping through his backpack: "I originally planned to give it to my sister-in-law, but now I see that you are in a low mood, I'll give it to you one."

Yan Qingcheng, who lowered his head and thought about his thoughts and how to get back to the secret recipe, heard Ye Qing's words, subconsciously thought that Ye Qing was talking about the handkerchief in her hand, so his pretty face turned cold and said coldly: "Who wants your handkerchief, I will let You'er wash it and return it to you."

Ye Qing smiled and said nothing, and then continued to search in his backpack. From time to time, Yan Qingcheng could hear the sound of iron tools coming from the backpack.

Then I saw a hand that was the size of a palm, similar to a crossbow. The crossbow appeared in Ye Qing's hand. The whole body of the crossbow was made of stainless steel, and it was still shining in Ye Qing's hand, which looked extremely delicate and cute.

"What is this?" Yan Qingcheng naturally put Ye Qing's handkerchief in his hand into his arms, and asked curiously at the small, cute, exquisite and beautiful crossbow in Ye Qing's hand.

"The crossbow, it's just getting smaller. You can put three small arrows at a time, basically twenty meters... Within twenty steps, the lethality is extremely high, and the accuracy and sight are extremely strong." Ye Qing put his backpack on his shoulder again, then held the crossbow in one hand, and spread the palm of the other hand, and the three arrows were equally exquisite, slightly longer than ordinary toothpicks.

Yan Qingcheng carefully watched Ye Qing demonstrate in front of her. Her heart was temporarily left behind by her loss and anger lost because of the secret recipe. She looked at Ye Qing with great interest and pressed three arrows into the small groove.

"See? Just this small trigger, just pull it, it can shoot a crossbow arrow as fast as lightning, and there is no need to aim too much, the accuracy is very high." Ye Qing pulled the trigger with his index finger, and then a bang came from his ear. The small arrow actually shot into the carriage's compartment board at a distance of nearly thirty steps, leaving only a little arrow tail outside.

Yan Qingcheng didn't even see how the arrow was emitted. He just felt like a slight cold light flashing, and then a heavy bang came from the carriage in the distance.

"So you run to the ironwork workshop every day for this? No wonder you are so active and I confiscated this." When Yan Qingcheng saw Ye Qing handing her the crossbow, he took it over without hesitation and said domineeringly.

I looked around in my hand and looked over and over again. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it from the bottom of my heart. The crossbow not only looked exquisite and beautiful, but also felt very touching when I held it in my hand. The weight was just right, neither heavy nor light, giving people a sense of security, which instantly made her love her.

Ye Qing ignored Yan Qingcheng's domineering behavior and said with a smile: "You try it. I have taken Jinse to spend every day in the ironwork workshop these days, just to let Jinse try the amount and see how she likes the appearance. Judging from the way you like it, my sister-in-law will probably not be disgusted."

When Yan Qingcheng heard Ye Qing mention his sister-in-law, he gave Ye Qing a blank look for no reason, and then he began to shoot at the wooden boards in the carriage as Ye Qing taught her.

Just like when everyone encounters setbacks and failures, Yan Qingcheng needs to vent his depression, for a moment, just like Ye Qing in the previous life. When venting his anxiety, he would raise a sniper rifle and run to the shooting range to shoot to calm down his mood.

Yan Qingcheng was having fun at this time, and the worries and sorrow on his face were gradually decreasing. In a short while, the carriage was covered with dense tails of arrows.

Until Ye Qing faced the excited face and still unsatisfied Yan Qingcheng spread her hands, and even faced the questioning of the beautiful eyes and Yan Qingcheng who expressed dissatisfaction with her red lips, she hollowed out her backpack for Miss Yan to show that Miss Yan reluctantly gave up.

"It's really gone. There are only so many arrows, one by one, I hit them by my hands. Do you know how much effort and time it takes?" Ye Qing said, taking out his homemade pliers and starting to clamp the tail of the arrow shot on the carriage board, pulling them down one by one.

Ye Qing had promised Bai Chun that he would create a dagger suitable for her. When he really had the opportunity to create it, Ye Qing would be in a vain and wanted to create such a crossbow. In his opinion, such a hand

The crossbow is obviously more suitable for Bai Chun’s self-defense.

And this was not very difficult for Ye Qing. After all, he was in that famous precision instrument company, but he was extremely interested in metals and even became obsessed with monsters.

Especially for some extremely hard metals, he was very interested. This is why, with the help of his master in his previous life, Ye Qing finally built an extremely accurate sniper rifle.

The sniper he made is completely comparable to the top ten famous guns in Du Niang, or the military magazines, and can even be a master of one shot, becoming an impeccable good gun within two kilometers, whether it is lethality or accuracy, etc.!

So when Ye Qing, who had been interested in any metal since childhood, had never joined the special forces in his last life and was in the precision instrument company, his favorite thing was to look at the hard metal on the lathe, and when he was easily cut into pieces like to cut tofu, his heart was filled with indescribable sense of conquest and accomplishment.

And this time, when building these hands and crossbows, Ye Qing always had a tempting voice in his heart seducing him, and shouted softly to him from the bottom of his heart: Build a non-automatic rifle, just like the Mauser 98k, it is strong and durable, and it is very suitable for accuracy, range, accuracy and strength.

Even with the current craftsmanship, as long as you control the heat yourself and can carefully create those precision components, you can create the world's first real rifle.

So after a long time of confusion, Ye Qing finally gave up this tempting proposal. In his opinion, even if he could create it in a short time, it would be useless.

There is only one Mauser rifle in the world. If anyone is killed by this gun, it goes without saying that he must be the murderer. So for him, it was not a self-defense weapon, but a "traitor" who could betray him at any time, so this made Ye Qing give up regretfully.

Yan Qingcheng's mood improved. After pulling out all the arrows in the carriage like a honeycomb, Ye Qing, who was standing there in a daze, gently pushed down his strong shoulders, and for no reason, the scene of Ye Qing naked in the ironwork workshop that day.

Her face turned red in an instant, and her heart was like a deer raking. The thumping heartbeat made her unable to help but cover her chest with one hand, as if she was afraid that the guy in front of her would know what she was thinking.

Ye Qing, who woke up, took more than ten arrows and handed them to Yan Qingcheng, who lowered his head. Suddenly, for no reason, the flush on his face spread to his ears, and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you? You feel uncomfortable?"

Ye Qing looked at Yan Qingcheng up and down, and couldn't help but think, could she have come to her aunt too?

"Nothing, then... what should we do next?" Yan Qingcheng shook his head in a panic, trying to drive out the shameful scene in his mind, but she became more and more like this. The scene in her mind was like being against her, and it would only become clearer and clearer, making her feel shy.

Just like she dreams every night these days, she even dreams that she doesn't even dislike the sweat, being tightly held by the imperial guards, and it seems that she likes that feeling very much.

"Let's go back first." Yan Qingcheng felt his legs a little weak, and he held the shaft of the carriage with one hand. The moment Ye Qing stretched out his arm and asked her to help him, he used all his strength to jump onto the carriage.
Chapter completed!