Yo, grandpa is here

After making a decision, the two returned to their usual appearance. Qingqing's appetite was particularly good today, and she ate two bowls of porridge in the morning.

Seeing her like this, I can only comfort myself in my heart.

Life is the same everywhere, even back to modern times, the way the two get along is the same, the difference is...you can't raise pandas.

Thinking of this, he regained his balance. As long as Qingqing is happy, she can go anywhere.

So Buli also resigned to his fate, and drank the remaining half of the pot.

"Hey, why are you so obedient today? I thought you would make a fuss for a while, and even use beauty tricks with me, such as Kang Gong and so on. I'm ready to be tested by you."

"Ahem!" Buli choked on the porridge, and almost showed her the unique skill of drinking porridge from nostrils.

"I even made mental preparations, thinking that one test is not enough, so I can test it a few more times."

As soon as she opened her mouth, it was old Si Ji.

"You're flirting on purpose because I can't touch you right now, right?" Buli didn't have that kind of thought at first, but when she said it, her mind was filled with images of male pets serving Her Lady Queen, and it was as if she had eaten it. Like a thousand-year-old ginseng, the whole body is dry and hot.

Ever since Qingqing became pregnant, he took the initiative to be ascetic. Her strange sleeping position was impossible even if she didn't think about it. he!
"Didn't I ease the atmosphere? Think about it, do you want to do it in ancient times, or do you want to do it in modern times? When humans turn off the lights, it doesn't matter whether it's from ancient times or the future? Hey, you say I draw a series The name of the work is, How about I come from ancient times?"

"No way! Prenatal education, pay attention to prenatal education!"

Buli is really afraid that she will take the baby in her belly into a little driver.

"Do you think the baby is a boy or a girl?" Qingqing put her hands on her belly. Although the prophets of the Space-Time Management Bureau gave her many definitions for her baby, in her heart, this is a baby.

"Daughter—don't make her an old Siji like you!!!"

Although Qin Shou's message didn't say whether the child was a boy or a girl, and the bureau's files didn't clearly indicate the child's gender, but he had a hunch that it was his daughter.

"Why can't it be a son, the old driver is not bad."

"..." Co-authors, regardless of men and women, are all trained in the direction of driving, right?
"Let's stay here. The prophecy that our child will become the leader of the Management Bureau will not be counted. History is always so changeable. A small change will lead to a different ending in the future. So what is the significance of the existence of the Space-Time Management Bureau?" What is it?"

Qingqing drank the last sip of porridge contentedly, put down the bowl, and said casually: "So, let's destroy it, if we don't go back, the child won't be able to be the leader of the management bureau, and the future has nothing to do with us, whoever we love, that's great. "

Looking at her, Buli suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. Regarding those prophecies, he had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe.

But soon, he suppressed the thought.

The future hasn't happened yet, he and she just need to do well now, as for tomorrow, love whoever.

Anyway, where to do it, not to do it?
After breakfast, Yu Guang came to the door again. He was interrupted by the Eighth Prince when he was halfway through his speech last night.

Originally, the disappearance of his son was a major event, but after meeting the Eighth Prince last night, Yu Guang felt a messy sense of dislocation again, and struggled for a long time at home whether to find the two ancestors.

Even the Eighth Prince had to politely call out the ancestors of "the two elders". Is it really appropriate for him to bother the two ancestors with such a trivial matter of his own?

It is rare for Qingqing to write instead of drawing instead of drawing.

Holding a hard pen, he wrote a series of characters that Yu Guang couldn't understand on the paper.

It's actually a chemical formula. After she finished writing it, she couldn't leave and asked, "Look, is this correct?"

Buli took it over and took a look, nodding.

"No problem, if it can be made, I will ask someone to buy materials in the afternoon, hurry up and make it, there is still time."

"What are the two ancestors going to do?" Yu Guang waited for a while and no one answered, he could only open his mouth to find a topic.

"It's the easiest way to make grenades. In the next few days, we'll make a few more cannons—oh, in your terms, it's improved gunpowder."

In fact, Dayan also has gunpowder, but it does not rely on bombing to win, but relies on the poison inside, all kinds of poisons, this method has limited lethality, and it does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. the taste of.

This kind of poisonous gunpowder is already very powerful, and the general will be drawn out of the dwarf.

Moreover, the firearms at this stage are mainly based on combustion, and the gunpowder is made into a ring shape, and the gunpowder is shot out with a parabola, so that it cannot cause lethality to the target at all, let alone its power.

It can neither break the city gate nor pose a great threat to the enemy. Small gunpowder has little practicality on the battlefield.

As for artillery, Dayan also has it, but it also doesn't use it.

This year's winter is extremely cold, the artillery is not easy to ignite, and it is easy to extinguish if it is ignited.

This side is busy lighting the artillery, and the enemy shoots a long-range bow and arrow, and the gunner is dead.

And the most deadly problem is that the maximum range of the artillery is only 500 meters. After 500 meters, it is difficult to shoot accurately. A cannon can easily become a ton, and it is stupid and difficult to move. Pushing forward, the enemy archers directly aim at the gunner, and then retreat. It can't blow up the enemy at all, and it exists like a chicken rib.

So although gunpowder has been invented long ago, it is still relatively seldom used on the battlefield.

Like border battles, cold weapons are still the mainstay.

If Qingqing wants to keep the city and the village, the fastest way is to improve firearms and make a batch of firearms with strong lethality and easy to carry and operate.

This is an act expressly prohibited by the Space-Time Administration.

As Buli said, the time-space administration judges whether the traverser violated the rules, and the basis for judging is whether they have created a civilization that transcends the times. For example, there are no planes and cannons in this time-space, and you fiddled with it.

This is definitely going to be taken back and sentenced.

Although Qingqing had no memory when she first transmigrated, her subconscious told her not to fiddle with these things, and Buli obviously knew this well. In order to conceal their identities, the two of them basically didn't fiddle with anything out of the ordinary, which delayed the bureau to find them time.

Now it's not playing the hidden cards, it's starting to play the open cards, Qingqing doesn't pretend anymore, just roll up her sleeves and just do it.

Going to war directly with firearms, a female doctor from time travel and a male master's degree, can still make urine suffocate to death?
Before retiring, she was doing anti-traveling work, but now that she has let herself go, it is not too easy for her to be the savior of a time-traveler.

"Uh, what the hell is this hand for?" Yu Guang asked.

"As for bombing people, if you throw it out like this, it can blow up about 15 people. The power is still not enough. Due to the limitation of raw materials, let's make do with it. The advantage of this thing is that it doesn't pick people. Women and children can use it. After a few days I’ll get out the long-range cannons on the next day, don’t leave, think about it, on the fifth day of the lunar new year, I shouted on the battlefield, Wei Sheng, you son of a bitch, where’s your fucking Dayu cannon? I’ve already thought up the advertisement, okay Cannons, made by Dayu, one cannon will destroy a group, one cannon is better than five cannons!"

"...Don't copy lines from film and television dramas." After Buli found out that his daughter-in-law had let herself go, prenatal education became a serious problem.