Although he had already guessed that Sumo had other preparations in hand, when he actually saw them, the shock was still beyond words.

"Take it, it's not difficult to make this thing in our territory. All you have to do is take people to negotiate with a powerful factory to start production as soon as possible."

"If you want to win this battle, as the current shopkeeper, you must understand what your responsibilities are."

"Teacher, I understand!" Zhang Bowen took the drawings solemnly, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented firmness.

Looking at Somo standing in front of him, he took a slight step back, slowly bent his knees, and knelt on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three heavy apprenticeship ceremonies, Zhang Bowen stood up and ran out with the drawings in his stride.

As he watched the boy, who was only in his early eighteens, disappear from his sight, Sumo looked away and leaned back on the chair in despair.

Humans are not like vegetation, so how can they be ruthless?

After a period of contact, he had developed feelings for Huang Xiaojuan, Sun Quan, and his apprentice Zhang Bowen.

But that's exactly what it is.

Every time I think that as long as I complete the task and return to the real world, I will never see these people again.

Sumo couldn't help but sigh, feeling empty in his heart.

"We still need to figure out the reasons for the formation of the ruins as soon as possible. If we can summon the people from this world to the real wasteland just like we summoned the fishmen before."

There was a precedent, so after sighing for a few words, Somo couldn't help but focus his attention back.

Three days have passed, whether it is long or short.

Zhang Bowen completed the development of the Nengshi Sickle, and Sumo himself was not idle, and had basically produced the appropriate machine model drawings.

On the way, in order to prevent this backhand from having an accident.

Relying on the system upgrade, Sumo also spent a huge sum of 1,200 points to upgrade the applicability of the drawings to match the characteristics of Spark No. 3 wheat as much as possible.

But for Rice on the other side, he didn't have the energy or time to develop tools.

Only a strong man can cut off his wrist and cut off this small part directly in exchange for a successful harvest of most of the wheat!

"I hope my backup will not be used, otherwise it will be difficult to keep a low profile."

He pulled out the 95% disassembled drawings of the Sun Chaser Armor from under the table, and pulled out a silver-white mask that was rough in workmanship but had a decent appearance from the drawer.

Sumo picked it up gently and put it on his face.

The next second, a magical scene happened!

I saw that this armor mask, which was originally integrated, seemed to come alive, with the corners constantly shaking.

Moreover, as the shaking frequency became stronger and stronger, octopus-like tentacles began to slowly stretch out, tightly tightening the mask around Somo's face.

When it was completely ensured that the mask would not fall off, these tentacles stopped and began to make further comfort adjustments.

"Yes, after improvements, the speed of unfolding and wearing has been reduced from three minutes to just over a minute."

"As long as the output frequency of the power stone core can be increased, it should not be difficult to shorten it to half a minute or even twenty seconds in the future."

He tried to pull out a sharp knife and cut the area covered by the mask.

After making sure that this power could be completely diluted by the structure of the mask, Sumo tapped the back of his head with satisfaction.

The next second, the tentacles started to activate again.

However, this time it was not the spreading posture before, but it turned into a rapid recovery, and began to shrink to the places where it spread out around the mask.

It only took forty-five seconds for the mask to return to normal, automatically falling off Somo's face and falling on the table.

Viewed from the inside, there are several obvious craters in the mask, the deepest of which has even penetrated the mask body.

Obviously, compared with what was described on the Daily Warframe 1.0 drawings, although the current mask has begun to be functionally perfect, its strength is more than a little bit behind.

It can be said to be "the difference between cloud and mud".

“It’s still too expensive!”

"Just a semi-finished mask cost me nearly 40,000 points of materials."

"Based on this calculation, the original estimate is indeed too conservative. If I want to make a truly usable armor, these materials alone will cost more than a million points."

"And alloy materials after Level 4 must be reported in person and explained in use before they can be purchased. For Level 6 and above, you must make a certain contribution before there is a quota."

"These restrictions are real."

Sumo can completely understand the reason why the territory does this, but it doesn't mean that he won't worry because of these restrictions.

Money, as long as Zizailiangfang can successfully complete the summer harvest this time, the terrifying profits alone can make up for this gap, and there may even be a surplus.

But troublesome matters such as contributions and reporting are extremely difficult to deal with.

"It seems that I still have to take the initiative to attack!"

Looking at the canteen with smoke rising from the distance outside the window, Sumo felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

There is no burden on my heart when I am picking off the enemy's wool.

But it always feels weird to pick someone's own wool.

However, in this world, he has already set a precedent with Feng Long.

If you have too many debts, you don’t have to worry; if you have too many lice, you don’t need to itch.

"Pei Shao, Pei Shao, why do you, an old boy and an old bachelor, have to come over and hit my gun?"

"This time it's your turn to "contribute" to the territory's plans!"
Chapter completed!