When Ning Yehong came to her senses, Song Che had already turned his back on the guest and treated her in his own way, pinning her down in the snow.
As a veteran who traveled from modern times, I know better than anyone else where a woman’s weakest line of defense is.
Resistance is just because of the suddenness, while submission is the deepest desire in the heart.
Ning Yehong and Lin Yue were both women with misfortunes. Their waists, their body fragrance, the feeling of being held in their arms, and the fragrance lingering in their mouths were all completely different.
If we really want to talk about preference, Song Che prefers the glass of strong wine in front of him. Although it is spicy in the mouth, it can be savored and left with a mellow aftertaste.
"Looking at this scar now, I actually think it's a little cute."
Song Che stared intently at the sutured wound, bits and pieces from outside Suzhou flooding into his mind.
When I was young, my ignorant dream was to jump into TV and marry a cold and beautiful heroine, but now I have a happy marriage in another way.
No regrets in this life.
Ning Yehong closed her eyes tightly, hugged Song Che's neck tightly with both hands, her cheeks were crimson, and she hummed slightly, even the cold wind passing by was ashamed.
When things get better——
"It's really cold today."
"Yeah, if I couldn't hold it in any longer, I wouldn't have come out even if I was beaten to death."
Suddenly, I heard the conversation between two salt sellers, who were walking quickly into the woods.
Song Che hurriedly pulled Ning Yehong up and turned behind a big tree. Ning Yehong pinched the hem of her clothes and panicked.
Song Che made a gesture of silence, but secretly cursed in his heart, these two bastards, they didn't do it sooner or later, but they did something bad at this time.
The two idlers were only two or three trees away from them.
Ning Yehong didn't dare to take a breath, her eyes were full of resentment.
Song Che smiled sideways, and an evil thought came to his mind. He slowly, slowly, moved his hands up and down, attacking the mountains and depressions in two directions.
Ning Yehong almost cried out, biting her lips and glaring at Song Che angrily.
The corners of Song Che's mouth raised slightly, feeling relieved in his heart, "Little girl, now it's my turn to train you."
"Hey, Lao Li, did you hear any strange noises just now?"
"So many refugees have starved to death. Could it be theirs..."
There was some strange scream, it was obviously Ning Nuxia who couldn't hold it in any longer.
She covered her mouth with both hands, and the anger in her eyes turned into begging for mercy, and she shook her head vigorously in protest. But the more she did this, the more excited Song Che became, and the speed of the car changed from third gear to fifth gear.
Ning Yehong burst into tears and almost went crazy.
"Ning Nuxia, how are my acupuncture skills?" Song Che smiled and shook off the water stains on his hands.
Ning Yehong bit her lip, unable to bring up any anger. She weakly pushed Song Che away, picked up the robe scattered on the ground, tightly wrapped the exposed scars, and turned back to glare at Song Che:
"Thief! I hate you!"
Song Che blinked: "In fact, hating someone is deeper than loving someone. Maybe you will never forget what happened tonight in your life. Maybe... one day you will take the initiative to finish what happened tonight. .”
"you!"
Ning Ye's face was still so red. She didn't know whether it was because she was still shy or because she was just angry.
She took a few steps forward, stopped thinking for a moment, and suddenly turned around and came back, her eyes full of resentment.
"Hey, you...don't mess around. It was you who played tricks on me first, so I--"
"Bang!"
Ning Yehong kicked the tree trunk hard, then walked away wiping tears.
Before Song Che could react.
"Crash..."
Snow fell from the trees, turning him into a snowman in an instant.
After being stunned for a long time, he wiped off the snow on his face, shook his head and laughed secretly. What a rare and lovely woman!
…
"Hey, did you hear it when you were sleeping last night? Someone was screaming in the woods!"
"Lao Li and I also heard it when we got up at night to pee..."
"Most of them are the ghosts of the refugees who died in the mountains and forests. Oops, nothing will happen in the future. It's better to come to this forest less often."
Early in the morning, people are in panic.
The traders put out their bonfires early and set off to leave Qiufeng Forest.
Inside the carriage.
Song Che looked at his fingers in a daze, and would laugh from time to time.
"Sir, have you encountered anything happy?" Coco asked curiously.
Song Che shook his head. Not to mention, after being stretched so many times by Ning Nuxia last night, all the back pain accumulated during the march seemed to disappear.
"By the way, Coco, how did Mrs. Chu sleep well last night?"
"Mrs. Chu seems to be ill."
"Oh?" Song Che frowned slightly. Could it be that he was too exposed last night and caught the wind and cold?
Coco said: "Anyway, as soon as I woke up this morning, I saw Mrs. Chu's face was as red as a monkey's butt. She even told me... told me..."
"Told you something bad about me?" Song Che said with a smile.
"How do you know, sir?" Coco was surprised and said, "Mrs. Chu told me to be careful about you, sir, saying that you are not a good person."
"Then do you think I'm a good person?"
"If you are not a good person, sir, then there will be no good people in the world."
"Hahaha……"
Song Che laughed, "The little girl is very sweet. When you get to Chuzhou, your husband will buy you new clothes and treat you to a big meal."
…
In the evening, we arrived in Chuzhou.
After promising a big meal, the two of them patted their bellies and went directly to the armory.
Muskets have played a huge role in several battles, so the military department ordered that muskets be produced across the board. Song Che had only been away for less than ten days, and one hundred and thirty branches had come out, and each one was of excellent quality.
Song Che shared the artillery design drawings with the craftsmen. Without exception, everyone thought it was a difficult problem——
Artillery is no different from muskets. It often takes about ten kilograms of black powder to fire a shot. Once the quality is off, the explosion will cause death. There is no room for sloppiness in the development of this weapon.
Artillery is something unprecedented in contemporary times. In order to give the craftsmen a better concept, Song Che first invited the best carpenters in Chuzhou City to restore the artillery one-to-one with wood, and then used the wood as a model for processing and research and development.
In the next few days, apart from eating and sleeping, Song Che spent the rest of his time at the armory, doing research with the craftsmen.
The most important part of the artillery is the barrel.
There are no CNC machine tools in the contemporary era, so all molds have to be made by hand. A gun barrel weighs two to three thousand kilograms, and it has to be hollowed out to leave a barrel just big enough to hold the shells, and to ensure that it can withstand the impact of the explosives.
The method used by craftsmen is "investment casting". The principle is to use prepared oil wax to make a mold, apply mud to the outside to further shape it, dry it in the shade, add hot water to melt the internal wax film, and then bake it in a kiln. After firing, molten iron is poured in, and when the molten iron is cooled and taken out, it becomes a variety of ironware.
Song Che was a layman anyway, so he could only stand aside and watch, but every time he saw an iron tool being produced, he couldn't help but admire the great craftsmanship of his ancestors!
