Although Xiao Ji Huan didn't speak much, she could understand what Ji Thief meant. She immediately hugged her forehead and sat down on the ground, very pitiful.

Upon seeing this, the thief curled his mouth, turned around and took out the linen drawing of the bed crossbow he had previously drawn, and told Usma to come to the front and said: "Come to Usma, look, this is the bed crossbow I drew before. ."

When Usma moved her face and looked at the dense and complex graphics on it, her head grew bigger.

"My lord, why do I look at this crossbow being more troublesome than trebuchet manufacturing."

The thief said: "If it is not troublesome, can the power be so powerful? Tell you Lao Wu, this thing is troublesome to make. The trigger, crossbow arm, crossbow string, base station, crossbow arrow, and Wangshan are all specific. . There is a slight deviation, then it can’t be used, you know."

Usma hissed: "So, don't you have to be serious when making it?"

The thief nodded: "Yes, so I mean, let's find time to start making this crossbow arrow. I think it is. If the crossbow arm is made by the previous engineering department, it is ready to be used as the bow tire and crossbow string. , Let me think about it. Unlike the bow, the crossbow has more power, so the ordinary bowstring cannot be made. In this way, we will make a new crossbowstring."

Usma had no opinion, and said: "Listen to your lord."

The thief wanted to say again, suddenly remembering something, and asked Usma: "Speaking of Usma, how is the production of the sailboat over there? If you don't follow, are there any problems?"

Usma waved his hand straight: "It's okay, don't worry, lord, I arranged for someone to stare at it. Basically, it is not easy to make a sailboat frame. The rest is to stick a wooden board on the frame for sealing. Everyone can handle it. "

The thief nodded: "If this is the case, let's prepare and start making crossbows tomorrow."

"Okay, no problem, but the king..."

Seeing Usma hesitate, Jiye? After a cry, he asked: "What's wrong?"

Usma pointed at Xiao Jihuan next to him: "Your son seems to have gone to tear up your design drawings."

Ji thief looked back, and immediately yelled aloud. He grabbed his son in his arms in the past, and slapped his **** several times, all of which turned red.

Xiao Jihuan bit her lower lip, tears circling in her eyes, as if she wanted to cry or not.

She said, here, the thief is preparing the details of the crossbow production, and Xue is responsible for recruiting new female models. Both of them are busy, and the day goes by.

Early the next morning, Ji thief led Tushan to the engineering department, and the two set out to make the bed crossbow.

The first step is to make the base of the crossbow.

Before starting, the thief tied a rope to his son’s waist, tied him to a pile to prevent him from running around, and let the Tushan Mountain look after him, and then, together with Usma, began to study the making of the bed crossbow base. station.

Originally, what Ji Thief thought was that the child would be unwilling to tie up the child in this way, but he never thought that the little guy sat on the ground very well-behaved, holding his head with his hand, and looked like a thinker.

At first, Tushan, who was arranged by the thief to look after the child, did nothing. He squatted there and looked at each other with small eyes wide-eyed.

In the end, Ji thief saw that Xiao Ji Huan didn't make trouble, so he directly called Tu Shan to help.

Looking at Xiao Ji Huan, she still doesn't cry or make trouble, sitting there in an honest appearance.

Seeing this, Ji Thief felt a little relieved in his heart. After all, he was my Ji Thief's son, he was quite sensible.

As long as you don't make trouble, sit on the ground and just sit on the ground. The big deal is that the clothes are a little dirty, so you can just find time to wash him clean.

In short, there is no Xiao Ji Huan who is making trouble here, Ji Thief and the others are working fast.

In just one day, the abutment skeleton materials of the bed crossbow were assembled.

Isn’t that right? When Ji Pirate and Usma were holding the material together to assemble, Ji Pirate didn't pay attention to stepping on the empty foot, and fell forward with a snap, knocked his head on top of the wood, rubbed the skin, and had blood on his forehead. The flow is ticking down.

When Usma and Tushan saw this, they all came to ask what happened to the thief.

Ji thief clutched his forehead: "No, it's okay."

He said it was okay, but blood still ran down his forehead.

Tushan stood up anxiously, "I'm going to find Bai Lian!"

As he said, Tushan shook off his two long legs and ran out.

Usma gave a stab and tore open the head of the thief wrapped in his clothes.

The blood was flowing continuously, and his face was red, Ji Thief pressed his hand on the wound, his face was distressed: "So much blood, how much food can I eat to make it up."

As he was talking, Xiao Ji Huan didn't know what was going on, and screamed beside him. While shouting, he ran towards the Ji thief, screaming dad constantly.

Seeing this scene, Ji Zei felt a warm current in his heart.

Look, father and son are connected, they are hurt, Xiao Jihuan still feels distressed.

Don't think he is only two years old, but his son is sensible.

Immediately, Ji Thief untied the hemp rope tied to his son's waist, picked up his son in his arms, and patted him gently to persuade him: "It's all right, don't cry, thief, father is all right."

Ji Zai persuades that way, but Xiao Ji Huan still cries badly.

Isn't it? Ji Thief took care of the bleeding place in his forehead while calming his son's emotions.

Soon, Tushan led Bai Lian to come, and when he saw Ji Thief's forehead smashed, Bai Lian uttered a cry and came forward to let Ji Thief sit down and bandage his wound.

Usma took Xiao Ji Huan from the arms of the thief and coaxed him to make room for Bai Lian.

The wound was bandaged quickly, and the blood on his face was cleaned up. If it wasn't for the linen cloth wrapped around his forehead to be too ugly, then Ji Thief would be no different from a normal person.

Under this circumstance, Xiao Ji Huan also stopped crying, and blinked at Ji Thief.

Ji Thief still grinned: "Look at the Thief, Dad is fine."

Next to Usma weakly asked Bai Lian: "Sister Bai Lian, the king is hurt..."

Bai Lian snorted, "It's nothing, it's just scratched a little bit, and the blood flow is a little too much, so it won't delay normal work activities."

Hearing this, everyone was relieved.

It's just that among the crowd, a decisive and tender voice suddenly came: "Buried!"

Everyone is okay? With a cry, look down the source of the sound.

I saw that Xiao Jihuan, who was sitting in Usma's arms, spoke again: "Buried!"

Everyone snorted.

Ji thief was also puzzled, and asked Xiao Ji Huan: "What to bury?"

Xiao Jihuan pointed at Ji thief.

Ji thief was full of question marks.

Bai Lian coughed next to him: "What about Xiao Ji Huan, the king just broke a little."

I never thought, Xiao Jihuan still gritted his teeth, repeating the words just now: "Buried!"

Both Usma and Tushan were suffocating a smile, okay, this kid, still remembering the enmity Ji Thief had against him, and let Ji Thief be buried.

Ji thief: "···"

"Yes, your mother's little bastard, don't stop me today, I have to clean up this little bastard!"

While talking, Ji thief stood up, struggling to hit Xiao Ji Huan with his neck.

The latter shrank his neck and hid directly into Usma's arms.

After being hypocritical for a long time, seeing that it was dark and unable to continue making crossbows, Ji Thief held Xiao Ji Huan in one hand, staring at him bitterly, and followed Tushan to the palace.

When they returned, Xue and Zhen had already stayed in the palace.

This day, Xue finally finished dealing with the model's affairs. She was drinking water in the room. She suddenly saw Ji Zei rushing in with Xiao Ji Huan, his head wrapped in linen, and she was taken aback and asked. Said: "Warrior, what's wrong with you?"

The thief Ji threw his son on the soft carpet, sat there angrily, holding his arms, curling his mouth at Xiao Ji Huan: "Alright, ask your son."

Xue was puzzled. Looking back at Xiao Ji Huan, the little guy was babbling and pretending that he couldn't speak.

Seeing her son's stubborn behavior, Ji Thief was speechless: "You really have inherited my fine traditions. Are you pitiful selling cute costumes and acting?"

Xue pulled the thief: "It's not a warrior, what the **** is going on."

In desperation, Ji thief talked about what happened in the engineering department today.

Speaking of Xiao Jihuan decisively, and when he said that he could not refuse to bury, Xue and Zhen were both stunned. For a long time, the two girls cupped abdomen and laughed, pointing to Ji thief, saying that Xiao Jihuan is so bad and like you.

When Xue and Zhen said that, Ji Zei didn't mention how depressed he was. Is he so bad?