Need for Uncle

Chapter 164

Chapter 160 Three
"Old man, calm down." As soon as he finished shouting, the door opened in response, and Murong Junhua walked in with an anxious expression on his face.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to kill this kid alive." The old man Qian looked back and stared at Ma Xiaoshuai with a knife.

"Don't! Why are you scratching me?" Ma Xiaoshuai hurried to the corner of the bed, hugging a pillow and only using it as a defensive weapon.

"Calm down!" The waist knife was finally taken away in Ma Xiaoshuai's expectation. The savior was Murong Junhua. In Ma Xiaoshuai's adoring eyes, his expression quickly changed again, his face was full of anger, he turned his head and said to Mr. Qian: "Mr. Qian, it's wrong for you to do this, even if Defu is wrong in every way, you can't move."

"This kid is too much!" Mr. Qian looked angry, and wanted to take the knife several times, but was blocked by Murong Junhua's frown. Finally, he had no choice but to stamp his feet, pointing at Ma Xiaoshuai and yelling at him. , "Frontline soldiers sacrificed their lives for the country. What a good man, I never thought that there would be such a thief boy who obviously has the ability but is unwilling to contribute to the country. At this time, he would rather enjoy it here!"

"Old man Qian, I've already told you, I've lost my memory." I'm a little scared, this old guy will be emotionally unstable, maybe he will really...

"I'll kill you!" Mr. Qian looked for the murder weapon furiously, "If you lose your memory, you will lose your memory. Why don't you work as soon as possible!?"

"I have to know what I promised you." Seeing Murong Junhua resist, he was relieved and had enough courage to continue lying. Although he was afraid that this guy would really scratch himself, he had to be stricter with his mouth. If it is exposed, then it is not enough to pretend to be crazy and foolish to get away with it, or you will have to be punished, "I have said that I came here to find memories, so I can remember those few days, and when I get it back, I will go back .”

"Look for a fart!" The old man Qian yelled, the boss is not young and he is always swearing, he has no quality, "If there is anything to look for, if you want to know, I will tell you, you listen to me, during your time... I don’t know what’s going on, but I suddenly wanted to serve the country loyally, and in the end, thanks to the sage Long En, I gave you a chance to fight, and specially set up two departments of military industry and agriculture to be responsible for you, and you also agreed at that time, that’s all it is?”

Is that the case? ... Ah, you have a face, you shameless guy, you can really break things.

Rumors, this is it, I cursed in my heart, but I could only pretend to be dazed, blinking, "Is that so? But I don't remember."

The old man's face was red when he told a lie, but he couldn't see anyone questioning what he said, even if it was a lie, so when he saw Ma Xiaoshuai's obvious expression of distrust, he was furious and rushed to Murong Junhua Here, the knife was snatched as he wished, without saying a word, and regardless of Murong Junhua's obstruction, he raised the knife and slashed at it, Ma Xiaoshuai yelled, unexpectedly, he subconsciously raised the wooden sleeper.

With a muffled sound, Ma Xiaoshuai sank his hands and raised his head from behind, only to realize that the old guy was playing for real, he had chopped a solid piece of wood on the sleeper.

"Oh my god! Old man, are you really going to kill me?" This time I was really scared, and I lost my pillow and ran around all over the bed.

"I'll take care of you today, brat, don't run away!" His eyes turned red, the old guy also forgot the purpose of coming this time, took the knife and swung it as if he was going to kill the enemy, seeing Ma Xiaoshuai hiding He didn't succeed a few times, he seemed to feel very humiliated, he jumped on the bed with a loud cry, and slashed at Ma Xiaoshuai with a pale face.

Seeing the knife approaching, Ma Xiaoshuai had nowhere to escape, and at the critical moment, it was Murong Junhua who grabbed old man Qian's hand with both hands.

"My lord, don't stop me. I'm going to kill this kid today." Mr. Qian didn't give up. Now that he is cornered, he will succeed immediately.

"Old man, you can't do this!" Murong Junhua continued his righteous and tall image, frowning slightly, pulled old man Qian out of the bed, took a lot of effort to avoid the knife and then held it in his hand, forcefully Pushing the old man Qian aside to sit down, sitting up and thinking about work, Ma Xiaoshuai was really frightened here, he sat tremblingly on the bed just after the crisis was lifted, wiped off the cold sweat that instantly covered his forehead with lingering fear, panting, sluggish My head is full of confusion.

"You sit first." Murong Junhua comforted the old man Qian, seeing that he was still staring at Ma Xiaoshuai, he smiled wryly and handed over tea, the latter took it flattered, his mood seemed to be calmer, and Murong Junhua left He walked over to Ma Xiaoshuai's side, patted Ma Xiaoshuai who was still in a daze, and comforted him: "Defu, don't mind, the old man just has such a temper, he will use a knife if he says something wrong, there is no other meaning, you just treat him as a fool."

Ma Xiaoshuai lowered his head and didn't speak, he started to think when he became more sober.

Murong Junhua thought that Ma Xiaoshuai was still in shock, so he looked back at Mr. Qian, and then continued to comfort him, "You have to understand, Mr. Qian doesn't really want to do anything to you, the main reason is that he is too anxious, I hope you can return to yourself as soon as possible. position." Wu Zi sighed, "I told you just now that the front line is really tight, and if you can work as soon as possible, it means that fewer people will die on the front line. Do you understand this?"

Ma Xiaoshuai nodded. That's what he said. If you think about it carefully, you can know the importance of it. A good weapon is indeed of great significance in the hands of a soldier. It is equivalent to half a life. It is not an exaggeration to say this. Murong Junhua wants to express That's what it means, I hope that I can devote myself to steelmaking work as soon as possible, and create a batch of high-quality weapons for the front line. No matter whether the front line is tight or not, it is imperative to strengthen the army.

Murong Junhua has been observing the facial expression of Ma Xiaoshuai. He suddenly showed a smile, looked at Mr. Qian again, turned around and sighed, and said sadly: "Defu, I still have to chatter about work. In other words, first of all, if you can accept the order, it means that you really have the intention to serve the country. No matter what the purpose is, the starting point is always good. You are a good guy. Everyone knows this, and I also understand that you want to give yourself an adaptation. Time, I understand that." Patted Ma Xiaoshuai on the shoulder, "But work is imminent, you..."

"Uncle Murong, I know!" Dazed, the Hu who was told by Murong Junhua has patriotism, and I don't know why, but his original position didn't stand up to these few words, strange, strange, almost subconsciously He wanted to promise to the happy Murong Junhua, but suddenly found that the shallow old man in the corner of his eye was also grinning happily and frowned, feeling something was wrong, turning his gaze to look at the old man, he also found his own gaze, as if He subconsciously laughed, that kind of familiar smile, a purposeless smile, which is often seen on weekdays.

But this is a bit strange, I was about to shave myself just now, this would be... not right!
Just as he was frowning and thinking, Murong Junhua also noticed something, turned his head quickly, and found that the old man was baring his teeth in this direction, his face changed a little, coughed twice as if unintentionally, and looked away a few times, while the old man was also taken aback for a moment, then His face froze, he picked up a cup of tea and drank a couple of sips, and when he looked at Ma Xiaoshuai, he returned to the angry expression of wanting to kill someone just now, but this will show some, some lack of confidence.

Seeing all this, Ma Xiaoshuai immediately understood everything in his heart, and couldn't help but sneer from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that the two of them really came prepared this time. Also, the two old fellows would never waste their strength if they came from such a long distance. It's just a play, but there are three protagonists in this play, the main character is myself, and there are two powerful factions, one is called red face and the other is called white face. Among them, white face is a bit amateurish.

Speaking of amateurs, it's actually just a small mistake to smear the black. The old man Qian's performance before was really good, he drew the knife quickly, and he really thought about it when he started. People's tricks are serious, but Murong Junhua from the royal family is even better, suitable for saving people under the knife, suitable for persuading people when their hearts are most chaotic, suitable for proposing work to show affection...

"Don't worry, I will answer the post as soon as possible." Turning around, he nodded solemnly.

"Ah!" Murong Junhua and Mr. Qian looked at each other with strange eyes, "Have you made up your mind? Don't you regret it this time?"

"Repent?" Ma Xiaoshuai was taken aback, "What did Uncle Murong say? When did I ever repent?"

"Uh, indeed, you lost your memory before, haha."

"Yeah, I lost my memory. Mr. Qian said that I only realized that I have a heavy responsibility." He nodded solemnly, despising Murong Junhua's giggling.

"That's right, that's right." Murong Junhua adjusted his facial expression, and said with the same seriousness: "You lost your memory before, and you just know it now."

"kindness……"

"That is to say, you... oh no, I mean, did you agree to return to your post this time?" Murong Junhua was a little overjoyed.

"Yes, let me rest for a few days, and I will return to Murong City as soon as possible."

"Need to rest?"

"Well, I feel a little unwell during this period, and I need to recuperate and recuperate."

"This..." Murong Junhua thought for a while, and said: "That's fine, you can only work when you are in good health, but there is something I have to explain to you."

"What is it?" Ma Xiaoshuai patted his chest, "Just tell me, I will do what I can."

"It's the blueprint you made before, you take advantage of this time to rest and draw it, and then..."

"What drawing?"

"Uh..." Murong Junhua was suddenly taken aback during the planning work, "Did you forget? Is it the blueprint you drew overnight?"

"When did it happen?" Ma Xiaoshuai frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "I mean the specific time."

"Just the first two days before you left Murong City." Murong Junhua replied recalling, his face changed suddenly after saying this, "You..."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Ma Xiaoshuai suddenly realized what he was saying, nodded, spread his hands casually, and said helplessly, "Then the days of amnesia?"

Murong Junhua suddenly felt like being tricked, he exchanged glances with Mr. Qian, and nodded towards Ma Xiaoshuai with a dark face.

"That's right, then I must have forgotten it." He smiled, "But it doesn't matter, since the blueprint has been drawn..."

"It's burning." Old Master Qian raised his head to this side, he didn't seem to know what happened and was eager to remind.

"Burn?" Ma Xiaoshuai opened his mouth in surprise, "How could it be burned? Are things important? What are they all about?"

"They are all good things." The old man Qian was full of praise when he talked about those blueprints, completely forgetting his current status as a red-faced person, and spitting to Ma Xiaoshuai about the several very domineering weapon designs he saw, tsk tsk Ma Xiaoshuai burst into cheers from the surprise, and the performance of the two was like a vivid sitcom. Murong Junhua, who was holding the remote control panel, turned black while watching, but he didn't have the opportunity to change the channel.

"I didn't expect those things to be so powerful?" Ba pouted with surprise on his face, "By the way, who made those things?"

"You."

"Me? Zhang Defu?" He could stuff an egg into his mouth and pointed to his nose, "Isn't it? Could it be... possessed by a god?"

(End of this chapter)