Stupid little lady: General Rakshasa is too black

Chapter 20
Seeing the seriousness and persistence on Zhang San's face, Nangong Yue also nodded towards them.

It seems that compared with the mocking people behind them, the qualifications of these five people seem to be a little less senior, but their hearts are very kind.

Nangong Yue is looking for this kind of person. Even if she can be taught how to use her hand in hand, but she can make friends with her sincerely. When they make friends in the future, they will definitely be much better than those who look down on people with dog eyes.

"It's just the five of you. Just pack up your things and go with me tonight. There's no need to tell the general. I'll tell him when I meet him." Nangong Yue nodded to the five of them. , and this also left in the complacent look of the old blacksmith Xu.

Although she has not been dealing with Mo Qitian for a long time, he should not disagree with asking him for a few people, and these people's qualifications are still young.

In the entire team of blacksmiths, they are just craftsmen who can only take turns to fight. The most indispensable thing in the barracks is to fight, so for Mo Qitian, even if there are these few people, it is okay if they don't exist. .

After returning from the cavalry camp, the sky gradually darkened.

After Nangong Yue packed up everything and had dinner, the five people she counted in the afternoon came.

Before making them wait for long, Nangong Yue handed them the sketches of the furnace she had drawn before, and then gave them a few pictures of the proportions of various modern iron-making techniques and the tempering methods to them. They, let them go back to study tonight, and come back to make the furnace tomorrow.

The moment they received those refining methods and matching techniques, the five people's eyes were instantly filled with shock.

Even the older Zhang San looked at it and asked Nangong Yue tremblingly: "Are these all for us? Princess! These are some secret arts! Compared with the ones we know, these are all I don’t even know how much stronger it is! Does the princess really want to give it to us?”

They have never even seen these, but for blacksmiths like them, they can understand the power of these things at a glance. These are all secret techniques, and even the old Xu's method in the daytime is not as good as this one. a cent.

Even if it is a small blacksmith with little experience, once he has learned these things, what he will face in the future is definitely a very bright prospect and future!
"Of course, if it's not for you, who is it for?" Nangong Yue disagreed, it was just the simplest thing in her head.

If she gave them those better things, wouldn't they be scared to death?

But Nangong Yue didn't say that, she just said to them: "Go back and learn first, and finish the furnace tomorrow, and I'll come over to copy the knife in person to supervise your iron smelting in the evening."

"Okay, the little ones must live up to the princess's expectations! You must go through fire and water for the princess, and die!" The five of them knelt down at Nangong Yue's feet in great excitement, and began to pay homage non-stop, feeling even more grateful in their hearts. I was lucky to meet Nangong Yue, a god-like figure, who gave them such a good thing.

Nangong Yue was a little ashamed, these things were good for them, but in the ancient times when there was nothing, if she wanted to turn the iron she made into steel, she would have to have measuring tools. To study how to make a piece of measuring tool to accurately make the steel she wants.

After explaining everything, Nangong Yue asked Fu Shun to vacate a room for the five of them next to her tent, and let them live in it.

In the next fifteen days, she was still counting on these five knives to give her the iron she wanted, and then to create her first ancient Mauser M1896 mini-improved version.

After sending these five people away, Nangong Yue didn't stay in her tent for a moment, but took a piece of paper and walked towards Mo Qitian's tent.

Now there are craftsmen, but for the materials, it seems that she can only get the materials with the approval of Mo Qitian.

As the saying goes, stealing without asking is stealing. Although she, a tomb robber, often does such things, but now she is under the fence, she still has to apply to Mo Qitian.

Standing outside the tent, Nangong Yue took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door to Mo Qitian inside: "Master General, are you there?"

It wasn't a loud sound that came into the camp, but the time inside seemed to have quieted down and stood still for a moment.

But after a while, Nangong Yue heard someone inside say in a deep voice: "Come in."

With Mo Qitian's permission, Nangong Yue pushed open the door of the tent and walked in.

Everything in the house was still the same as when she first came here.

At this moment, Mo Qitian was sitting at the table beside him, seeming to be writing something with a pen.

Nangong Yue took a few steps forward, but she didn't go very close. She just stood one and a half meters away from Mo Qitian, and passed the note over: "Please approve, General."

Hearing this voice, Mo Qitian raised his eyes indifferently, and only looked at Nangong Yue from the corner of his vision.

She had a very petite appearance, and her body was also very thin, as if she was about to be blown away by a gust of wind, she felt so ethereal.

Under the candlelight, she was standing in front of him with her head bowed, her palm-sized face was dimly slapped, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and those big clear eyes didn't even dare to look up at him. Minute,
However, this move made Mo Qitian's heart slow down a little before he could notice it.

He just looked at her shallowly, but suddenly couldn't help but asked in detail: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid?" Nangong Yue raised her head in astonishment, and her eyes were instantly filled with shock.

Mo Qitian asked why she asked her like that?

"Hehe, no, I'm not afraid, of course I'm not afraid. Your Excellency General is so kind, how could I be afraid of you~" Nangong Yue sneered, and quickly waved at Mo Qitian.

She didn't want this guy to be the same as this morning, suddenly turned his face, and finally didn't even give her such a little material!

Of course she is not afraid of him, but she has to pretend to be afraid of him.

Otherwise, with this guy's character of commanding thousands of troops, if he is not afraid of him, he will die!
"Of course, you are so courageous that you can even stop the army. You still have the courage to go to the cavalry camp to pull blacksmiths. What are you afraid of?" Mo Qitian snorted coldly.

The tone that was a little bit puzzled before turned into a trace of cynicism in an instant.

It was also with these words that Nangong Yue felt that she had really returned to reality.

She is really not used to Mo Qitian talking to her nicely!
A big Rakshasa suddenly turned into a good person. No one is used to this matter being left on anyone.

"Hehe, general, there is a reason why the little one went to the blacksmith, so I also ask the general to give the little one these materials according to the above formula, and when the matter is finished, the little one will show the general what the little one is doing." Of course, of course I want to be the first to show you, so that you can be the first to enjoy the taste of guns!
"You want to smelt iron?" Mo Qitian didn't answer her, but carefully looked at the piece of paper that Nangong Yue handed him just now under the candlelight.

"Yes." Nangong Yue answered honestly.

"Is the matter of Ma Ying finished today?" Who would have thought that Mo Qitian changed the subject again at this time.

Nangong Yue was startled, but she also sneered and said: "It's over, if I don't finish it, I still have the face to come back, don't you think so, General?"

"It's quite capable, and I'll add some more to you tomorrow."

"What? Add, add more? Don't, don't! I can't do it, I'm exhausted! I'm exhausted!" Hearing Mo Qitian's words, Nangong Yue immediately waved her hand towards him in panic.

Today, after washing and smelling the flattery's ass all day, he still asked her to wash the stables. Isn't that going to poison her to death with biochemical weapons!

Oh shit!Do you want people to live!

"What? Don't you want to do it? This general is planning to deduct the money for these materials from your work." Mo Qitian said leisurely.

"Don't! I want to do it, I want to do it!" Mo Qitian's words awakened Nangong Yue. She was crying and crying...

Damn, it's unlucky for her to meet this Rakshasa!
"Then what are you still standing here for?"

"Ah? What?" Nangong Yue still didn't understand.

"The general allows you to pay your monthly salary in advance. You can go and get what you want now. What are you doing here? Hurry up!"

Mo Qitian's words were like a ghost urging his life, and Nangong Yue, who hadn't reacted yet, immediately reacted.

"It's the general! Let's go, little one!" Lifting up her skirt, Nangong Yue hurriedly left Mo Qitian's tent in a desperate manner.

This Rakshasa is like a thousand-year-old ice statue, very cold.

It's still June, and it's almost hot, but standing not far from him, she feels like she's in winter, and she feels uncomfortable all over her body.

If it is in the dog days, it is estimated that this guy can act as an air conditioner for him to drive away the heat.

But Nangong Yue absolutely didn't dare to say these words. Finally, this Raksha promised to give her those things. If she was a little careless, she would offend him with a word.

Then she is definitely Sun Quan beating Liu Bei, losing his wife and breaking the army, she will not be stupid to do it!

Looking at Nangong Yue's leaving back, Mo Qitian raised the corners of his mouth unknowingly at this moment. For some reason, every time he saw her, he always pretended to be afraid of him.

He wanted to tease her a little unconsciously, maybe it became a habit over time, even he himself was sometimes unaware of what was going on in his heart.

Just thinking about it like this, Mo Qitian couldn't help but frowned again, his ink pupils flickered slightly, but there was a bit of murderous intent in them in an instant.

This man who is like a god of war has never been able to control his mind since he deployed troops to command thousands of troops. It seems that Nangong Yue is the first one.

(End of this chapter)