doomsday survival

Chapter 359 Carpentry Competition
Andre was very fast. After receiving Feng Chen's letter, he sent Yang Cheng over overnight.

Although the mountain road was rugged and it was driving at night, there were no vehicles on the road, and the driver had more than half a year of driving experience, so the journey was safe and sound.

Andre made a mistake in his busy schedule and forgot to tell Yang Cheng the purpose of going back. As a result, Yang Cheng was uneasy along the way and kept muttering in his heart.

"I haven't made any mistakes recently, have I? Why did you take me back alone?" Yang Cheng looked at the dark forest outside the car and kept guessing.

Of course, he also thought about jumping out of the car and fleeing, but not to mention that there were two men with guns guarding him beside him, even the shackles on his body restricted his movements.

"Forget it, let's do whatever you want." Yang Cheng simply closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

But that uneasy thought would not disappear just because he closed his eyes, it was always lingering in his heart, until when he arrived at the industrial park and saw Shi Jian, the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Yang Cheng, right? I heard that you can make crossbows?" Shi Jian asked straight to the point without delay.

"Boss Shi, it's true that I know how to make a crossbow, but I don't want to make that thing to rebel." Yang Cheng argued hastily.

"Uh, Lao An didn't tell you what I want from you?" Shi Jian asked in surprise.

Yang Cheng shook his head like a rattle and said, "Antou didn't say anything."

"This is Lao An." Shi Jian muttered softly, and didn't say too much in front of Yang Cheng.

Then Shi Jian told Yang Cheng the purpose of this trip, and then said: "As long as you can guarantee to make the crossbow, you can release it immediately!"

Yang Cheng stood there without responding for a long time. He seemed to be stupid. After a long time, he tried to ask: "Shi always said that I don't need to be a prisoner anymore?"

Shi Jian nodded with a smile.

A huge joy surged into Yang Cheng's heart in an instant, he never thought that he could be relieved through this.

Because Yang Cheng devoted himself to developing crossbows, he was laughed at by everyone, and Lord Tiger even scolded him many times, saying that crossbows are useless to them who have guns and ammunition.

Thinking of these past events, and hearing that Shi Jian had given him an amnesty because he could make crossbows, he suddenly had the feeling that a soldier would die for his confidant.

"Boss Shi, I will definitely make you the best crossbow!" Yang Cheng assured, patting his chest.

"Okay, I believe you, go rest now, and start working tomorrow." Shi Jian patted Yang Cheng's shoulder.

But Yang Cheng shook his head and said: "Mr. Shi, I'm not tired, if you have tools, I can do it now." He made some calculations in his mind, and then said: "Tomorrow morning, I can make it for you! "

Although Shi Jian wanted to see the crossbow earlier, he didn't want Yang Cheng to work overtime overnight. He understood the basic way of employing people.

So, Shi Jian patted Yang Cheng's shoulder and persuaded him, "This is not something to worry about. You should sleep well tonight, recharge your energy, and try to get it done tomorrow."

"Then, all right." Yang Cheng said unwillingly.

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Shi Jian glanced at him, immediately understood the problem, and said, "Let them unshackle you in a moment, and then arrange a room for you, so you can rest well tonight."

When Yang Cheng heard this, he knew that he had actually been released, and felt even more grateful to Shi Jian in his heart, but he couldn't say anything.

Soon, Yang Cheng who was unshackled was sent to a separate room, and Yang Cheng who was lying on the bed suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

"I must make the best crossbow." Yang Cheng secretly promised.

That night, Yang Cheng didn't sleep for a long time, he kept thinking about making the crossbow tomorrow in his mind, and didn't fall into a deep sleep until dawn.

The sound of training slogans for morning exercises outside the window woke Yang Cheng up from his dream.

Usually at this time, when the Chang'an tribe started training, their prisoners would get up, go to the construction site, start working, and even send breakfast there.

Yang Cheng hurriedly got up and said in a hurry: "It's over, it's over, I got up late, and I will be deducted points again. I guess I won't be the next batch of people to be released."

But when he saw the furnishings in the room, he remembered that he no longer needed to do hard labor, and today's job was to make crossbows.

"Hey, I've gotten used to it." Yang Cheng patted himself on the head and laughed at himself.

Pushing the door open, there wasn't a single guard outside the door. It was obvious that Shi Jian didn't have any precautions against him, which moved him even more.

Yang Cheng strolled down the stairs, out of the gate, and came to the playground.

I saw people from the Chang'an tribe conducting military training, divided into several teams, and walking back and forth.

In a corner of the playground, Yang Cheng saw Li Yuemai and others. They were the first batch of lucky ones to be released. At this time, Feng Chen was teaching them to practice military posture.

Yang Cheng didn't know what's the use of practicing these, and Li Yuemai and others didn't understand why there must be a rule even when standing.

In fact, this is what Shi Jian learned from Chen Qiong.

Maybe the military posture and formation will not play much role in the last days, but it has to be admitted that the team spirit of the army is the strongest, and the discipline is the strongest, and these all come from this seemingly inconspicuous army. Posture queue.

Seeing Yang Cheng coming out, Shi Jian walked over.Looking up at Yang Cheng's dark circles, Shi Jian asked, "Did you rest well last night?"

Yang Cheng smiled shyly and said, "Well, I'm just thinking about making crossbows."

Shi Jian patted Yang Cheng's shoulder and said, "The body is the capital of the revolution. You can't do this in the future, you know?"

Although he didn't understand what revolution was, it didn't prevent Yang Cheng from feeling Shi Jian's concern. He nodded fiercely and replied, "Yes, Mr. Shi."

Shi Jian looked at his watch, then told the team to put away the exercise, began to wash and clean up, and breakfast was set up in the dining hall.

After eating, Shi Jian called Yang Cheng over and asked carefully what tools and materials Yang Cheng needed.

All Yang Cheng wanted were some carpentry tools, and the materials were only wood and animal tendon. These things were in stock and it was not difficult to find them.

His only request was to choose the wood himself, and Shi Jian agreed.

After Yang Cheng had selected the wood, he said to Shi Jian: "Boss Shi, there are enough materials, where can I make them?"

Shi Jian brought Yang Cheng to Zhang Weiqiang's carpentry workshop, called Zhang Weiqiang over, and said to Yang Cheng, "You two are working together. Just tell Weiqiang what you need to process."

Yang Cheng glanced at Zhang Weiqiang, saw that he was only in his twenties, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Shi, I'll do it myself, he..." He stopped and didn't continue talking.

Zhang Weiqiang had already seen Yang Cheng's disdain from his expression, so he said unconvinced: "What's the matter? Are you looking down on me? Don't agree, let's compare!"

Yang Cheng looked at Shi Jian with some embarrassment, hoping that he could change his mind.

Unexpectedly, Shi Jian said as if he was watching the excitement, "Okay, let's compare."

Yang Cheng himself loves to study carpentry, and making crossbows is his specialty. When he saw a competitor in his familiar field, he became angry, and said: "Competition is a competition, so as to save someone from picking me up." The timbers are blinded."

The content of the competition is very simple. Yang Cheng lays a bottom line on two pieces of wood of the same size, and then each of them makes a piece to see who can process it with the fastest speed.

Zhang Weiqiang couldn't help admiring Yang Cheng's line-drawing action. He secretly compared his father with Yang Cheng, and felt that the two were similar, so he put away his contempt.

The pattern drawn by Yang Cheng contains several curves, which is not easy to process by hand, but he is full of confidence and believes that he will be able to do it twice as fast as that brat.

When Shi Jian started, Yang Cheng picked up the saw and began to concentrate on processing.

Zhang Weiqiang was not in a hurry, he stood aside and looked at Yang Cheng, surprised in his heart, and said to himself: "Just looking at his technique, I can't compare with him, but we have a magic weapon." His eyes turned to the carpenter in the corner lathe.

Yang Cheng processed the prototype and was about to proceed to the next step of fine processing, only to find that Zhang Weiqiang didn't move at all, just looking at himself.

"Young man, hurry up, I'll be done soon." Yang Cheng reminded kindly.

Zhang Weiqiang shrugged his shoulders, walked to the lathe with the wooden board, and turned on the power.

The woodworking lathe immediately made a "humming" motor rotation sound.

Yang Cheng looked at the thing of unknown purpose in surprise, and while he was guessing, he saw Zhang Weiqiang put the wooden plank on it.

"Zi——" Accompanied by the sound of sawing wood, sawdust was scattered everywhere.And Zhang Weiqiang adjusted the wooden board in his hand from time to time, contentedly amidst the flying sawdust.

Yang Cheng clearly saw that the pattern he had drawn was generated under the machine little by little, and he was so shocked that he dropped the plane in his hand to the ground.

"What? So fast!" Yang Cheng murmured.

At this time, he also realized that he was about to lose, so he bent down to pick up the plane, and quickly repaired the wood in his hand, hoping to finish it in front of him.

It's a pity that just after he finished the first round of trimming, Zhang Weiqiang had already shouted: "It's over!"

Unwillingly, Yang Cheng put down the things in his hands, and ran over to pick up the finished product and inspected it carefully.

Perfect!Yang Cheng stroked the smooth surface with his hands, and he couldn't even feel a burr. It would take him an hour to achieve this level, but the other party only took 10 minutes!
Shi Jian walked over with a smile, patted Yang Cheng who was depressed, and comforted him: "Wei Qiang is taking advantage of the tool, his skills are far worse than yours."

Zhang Weiqiang also said sincerely: "Uncle Yang, your technique is really extraordinary. I can't compare to you. Only my dad in our tribe can compete."

Yang Cheng smiled awkwardly, and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I am really old, and I was called uncle when I was only 32."

As soon as this remark came out, all three people present laughed.

Shi Jian stopped laughing and asked: "Yang Cheng, you should rest assured now, how long will it take to make a crossbow?"

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