Traveling through the daily life of raising a family in ancient times

Chapter 74

Song Yeqing went to the carriage and took out the blueprint that he had just drawn, intending to show He Yanxin.

"Draw it so quickly?" He took it.

The drawings are clear at a glance, and each step, material processing, and size ratio are carefully marked.

"Yes. Are you sure the material is bamboo?"

Song Yeqing leaned over to face the blueprint and explained to him.

"Yes, bamboo is tough and elastic, and it is the best choice for making crossbow arrows. But other woods can be used to make movable organs."

When she said before that she wanted to defend the car, the two thought of many ways.

In the end, I chose the crossbow bolt, which is powerful and convenient.

But yesterday, when He Yanxin went shopping on the street, he discovered that crossbows are heavy weapons for military use, and ordinary people can't buy them.

You can only buy one bow by virtue of your status, and the number of arrows with metal heads cannot exceed five.

It can be said that the management is very strict.

Even the original owner who had gone to war didn't know about this matter, after all, only one charge spear was issued in the barracks.

And as a farmer, he has never bought a bow and arrow.

He Yanxin couldn't buy a crossbow, so he had to buy bows and arrows to go back.

After the two discussed it, they felt that defensive tools must be available, so they decided to make them themselves.

Song Yeqing read the book and determined several materials suitable for making crossbows, and He Yanxin drove the car out to find a place to buy them.

After working for a long time, I brought back a large pile of bamboo and wood, and now they are all piled up in the space.

He Yanxin nodded, handed the drawing back to her, and instructed.

"Okay. Let's do it together tonight. Don't do it in the car by yourself. I'm afraid I'll scratch your hand with my driving skills."

"Understood, don't worry, I am also worried that the bamboo will poke the child."

After speaking, the two brothers also finished their meal. Song Yeqing poured out the water from the well this morning, and He Yanxin went to wash the dishes.

She took her two children to collect firewood nearby and exercise her body.

Going to sit right after eating is really unfriendly to the stomach.

In the past month or so, Song Yeqing always asked the brothers to walk for a while, regardless of whether they wanted it or not.

"Okay!" He Yanxin shook off the water droplets on his hand.

"Then let's go." After packing up the things, he returned to the main road.

"I'll drive the car in the afternoon, you go inside." Song Yeqing carried the child up and said to him.

"Will you?" He Yanxin asked hesitantly. "It's actually quite difficult to control."

No wonder there was the profession of a coachman in ancient times. Driving a car is really not as simple as whipping a whip.

Song Yeqing has only seen others chase her away, but she really doesn't know how to do it herself, so it's a bit embarrassing.

"Then, I can't always let you drive away."

"It's okay, I can teach you, there is room for two people outside."

He Yan Xinshou gave himself a thumbs up behind his back.Get closer, plan to pass!
The two sat on the front of the car side by side, and He Yanxin drove the mule first.

The winter sun does not bring much warmth to the human body, but the heat from the exposed skin is pulled away by the blowing wind.

If it's like this now, how cold will it be in the morning?But the man never said a word.

Song Yeqing looked at He Yanxin beside him complicatedly, unable to tell what was in her heart.

admire?move?A little distressed?Maybe both.

She took out a black scarf and handed it to him. "Keep out of the wind."

Afraid that he was not used to using other people's things, he explained again. "Don't worry, although it is not new, I have washed it."

"It doesn't matter even if it hasn't been washed, I don't dislike it, it's too late to be happy." He Yanxin took the scarf with a smile on his face.

He was really happy.Because this represents another step closer to the distance between them.

From the alienation and cold cooperation attitude at the beginning, she can now use her personal items.

"Huh?" Song Yeqing was confused.

This person is not fooled by the wind, right?That's a scarf, what if she's not used to drooling on it?
"No, what I mean is, I will never dislike you."

He Yanxin put on the scarf.After saying this, his ears, which were already red from the wind, became even redder.

"It's not necessary." After a while, Song Yeqing replied quietly.

There's no need for him to dislike her, after all, she's not the kind of person who can drool over her.

She also took the scarf and directly covered her head and face, only revealing a pair of eyes.

It wasn't until she finished the movements that she realized that the word "forever" said by the other party slowly penetrated into her heart like a silk thread, and then slowly tightened it.

Are there really things that never change?Song Yeqing's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Come on, take the rein first, and be sure to hold it steady."

He Yanxin interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh...Okay." She came back to her senses and carefully remembered the driving method taught by the other party.

"so?"

The mule slowed down, and Song Yeqing took advantage of this to demonstrate what he had just learned.

it works.

"That's right. Xiao Song, you are amazing! You can learn so quickly, you are smart." He Yanxin applauded and praised.

When chasing girls, you must know how to seize the opportunity to praise each other. Of course, you must choose a nickname that belongs to you alone, so as to appear close.

He Yan credited his method of chasing people with 0 experience to carry out the strategy step by step.

The mule silently ate the soybeans in the cloth bag hanging by his mouth: it seemed to be a love tool mule.

"Xiao Song?" Song Yeqing was puzzled.

Is this calling her?Why does it sound so awkward.

That's what the unfamiliar elders used to call her.

"That's right, I'm already two years older than you. We can't call each other by first and last name all day long. Don't you like it? That's Comrade Song?"

He Yanxin thinks the name Xiao Song is quite cute.

His parents were both Lao He at home, and Xiao Shen called him that.

But when his mother is angry, he will also say - Comrade He, you can't do this.

His father will act like he hates iron but not steel:
Why not?Comrade Shen, your thinking is slipping!We have to learn to accept new things.

In fact, Father He was obsessed with playing games during that time.

Although they are all very common names, in He Yanxin's eyes, there is a special sense of intimacy between the two of them, which he has always longed for.

Now he has also met his "Xiao Song".

Father He and Mother Shen: Our fault.

Song Yeqing didn't know what to say, and always felt that such a title had a sense of the times.

"Let's call it Xiao Song." She chose one of the two.

After she accepted, He Yanxin smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Then why don't you call me Lao He... Hey, no." Just after finishing speaking, he himself denied the proposal.

Lao He belongs to his father, and besides, he is only 21 years old, so he feels old.

He Yanxin was entangled, wondering if he should find another way, or "seek to usurp the throne".

"Can I call you Xiao He too?" Song Yeqing said that he really couldn't call him Old He.

After all, this man seemed to be more interested in playing with toys than the two children.

Indeed, it has little to do with the maturity and stability of that "old" representative.

"It's fine." Anyway, it's only two years old, so it doesn't matter if you call it that.

(End of this chapter)