Houfu Key Class

Zong Wenxiu came in and greeted the little emperor first, then bowed to Prime Minister Shen, who smiled and nodded at him.

This was in the afternoon, when the emperor would concentrate on listening to Prime Minister Shen's memorials every day, so even when Zong Wenxiu came in, Prime Minister Shen did not leave.

Moreover, Zong Bianxiu took the initiative to ask to see the emperor, and it was obvious that he had something important to say, and Prime Minister Shen could just listen together.

Zong Wenxiu got straight to the point: "Your Majesty, my father Zong Yan is good at making weapons. He drew a blueprint of a combat vehicle that can be sent to the border for the army to use. Please take a look at this blueprint and see if it will be helpful to the front line?"

"Combat vehicle?" Jin Cheng blinked and took it curiously.

Even Prime Minister Shen was curious.

He heard that the second son of the Zong family had been back from the border for several months, but he didn't expect that he was also good at making weapons?

The little devil took the blueprint and looked at it with Prime Minister Shen. He didn't know much about weapons, but the blueprint marked the production process in great detail, and even the raw materials, function introduction, usage and damage were clearly written.

The little devil felt more and more powerful as he looked at it. He shouted in surprise: "Oh my God! Second uncle... Oh no, is your father so strong?"

Zong Wenxiu said embarrassedly: "In fact, I don't know what the actual effect will be. Does the emperor want to let the people of the Military Equipment Bureau take a look first, so as not to be disappointed?"

Combat vehicles are generally manufactured by the Military Equipment Bureau. Although my father drew the blueprint, he has no official position and no military merit. If he rashly presents this blueprint, it may be unacceptable.

And Prime Minister Shen, what if he feels something is wrong...

The little devil made a quick decision and said, "Okay, then I'll let them make a finished car first and try out its power. If it's really powerful, I'll send it to the border to help the Protector of the Country repel the enemy!"

Zong Wenxiu didn't expect him to make the decision so quickly, and he looked at Prime Minister Shen's approving eyes next to him, and quickly replied, "Your Majesty is wise!"

General's Mansion

When Zong Wenxiu reported the news, he was very happy: "Dad, Jincheng is a very nice person. He didn't ask any more questions and agreed to make it first."

Zong Yan also smiled and nodded: "He trusts you very much, which is good. Let's wait and see. This car is slow to make. Even if the Military Equipment Bureau makes it, it will take a few days."

Zong Wenxiu nodded heavily: "Yes! By the way, Dad, the emperor also said that if this combat vehicle is very powerful after it is completed, it will definitely help us defeat the enemy. At that time, even if you don't go to the border to fight, you will be a great contributor to our Great Chu. He will give you a general, a great title!"

The younger brother is used to saying nice things.

But he knows that his younger brother can do many of the things he says, which makes people feel safe.

Zong Yan was not interested in the reward, but the young man in front of him was too excited, and he was moved.

He thought: Wenxiu would also want his father to be a very powerful person.

Children all have this kind of comparison mentality.

So he said, "If you want a big seal, this blueprint may not be enough."

"Ah?" Zong Wenxiu asked quickly, "What else do you need?"

Zong Yan lowered his eyes: "It needs to be stronger."

"What do you mean stronger?"

Zong Yan said to him, "I'll make a list for you, help me find the materials, if you can't find them all, ask your uncle for help."

No matter what his father asked, Zong Wenxiu would do it: "Okay!"

Strange iron wires, blades, and even candles, all kinds of weapon raw materials were brought in, and Zong Yan buried himself in the house to study them, making ding-dong sounds from time to time.

Zong Wenxiu was tactful and didn't disturb him. When he was free, he sat next to his father and watched. His father was very focused when he was working. Sometimes his fingers were burned by fire and he didn't react. He still helped to knock off the sparks.

But Zong Yan's behavior also infected him.

This kind of immersive thinking makes people envy and admire.

However, Dad would sometimes stop and look at the door. Zong Wenxiu thought that Dad wanted to rest his eyes, so he kindly helped Dad put the table for making hidden weapons by the window.

But Dad seemed to still look at the door.

Before he could figure it out, he heard Zong Yan ask: "How is your grandmother?"

Zong Wenxiu was alert when he heard it. Dad actually started to ask about other people!

He quickly replied: "Grandma has always wanted to see you, but she was afraid to come in rashly and disturb you. But don't worry, Dad, Grandma looks much younger than before and is very energetic. Because you are back safely, as long as people are alive, it is more important than anything else!"

Zong Yan paused and quickly resumed his movements. He casually said: "If they want to see me, they can come normally in the future. I'm fine."

Zong Wenxiu's eyes were bright, and he said happily: "Okay, I'll tell my grandmother right now, she must be very happy!"

After the boy finished speaking, he went out to call people.

Zong Yan looked at his trotting back, his brows knitted together, and the movement of pulling the wire in his hand became heavier.

Soon, the old lady came.

She came running.

People who practice martial arts have particularly sensitive ears. Zong Yan raised his head and called out, "Mom."

The boy who always smiled brightly in his memory forced a smile at this moment, as if trying to regain the feeling of the past.

The old lady's eyes turned red in an instant, and she kept saying, "Hey, hey, Yan'er, Mom misses you, Mom misses you too much."

She restrained herself from going forward, for fear that her little son, who had just taken a step, would be frightened and shrink back into his shell.

But such a forbearing action made people feel distressed.

Zong Yan put down the wire, stretched out his arms, and explained: "My hands are a little dirty, mother, don't touch my hands."

This is a hugging posture.

The old lady couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward to him, crying in fear: "Yan'er, my Yan'er, you are back, mother misses you so much that I am going crazy."

Zong Yan hugged her weakly and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, mother, I made you worry."

The old lady cried, but she was still considerate. She shook her head and said: "You are not wrong, don't put pressure on yourself, this is what mother wants, mother can wait for you to get better."

Zong Yan was touched.

He wanted to say thank you, but he was afraid that his mother would think he was being awkward. Finally, after hesitating for a while, his mother had already pulled him to wash his hands.

A young man in his twenties was still being taken care of by his mother to wash his hands. This was originally a very embarrassing thing, but it felt that the two people who had not seen each other for more than ten years had a much closer relationship.

Zong Yan still didn't talk much, but the old lady didn't mind, and pulled him to talk:

"Is it hot in the house? The temperature in the capital is higher than outside. Although it's not June yet, it's hot. If you feel hot, mother will ask someone to bring you some ice cubes, which will keep you cool in the house."

"Oh, by the way, the meals prepared for you at home are all your favorites. After so many years, I don't know if your preferences have changed? Mother will ask housekeeper Liu to make some new dishes in the capital for you every day. Try them and see if you like them?"