"Where are the crossbows? How many can be produced in a day now?" Xiao Han, stroking the warm arrows in his hand, raised his head and asked Lao Zhao.
When Lao Zhao heard Xiao Han ask about this, he scratched his head and thought for a while before replying: "Well, Lord Marquis, you also know that making crossbows is too cumbersome. Now there are only a dozen or more than twenty a day at most! Think about it!
No matter how much we need, not only will we not have enough manpower, we will also not be able to keep up with the materials!”
"Only ten a day?" Xiao Han was silent for a moment after hearing this answer, and then sighed: "This output is too low! If even a three thousand cavalry cannot be fully assembled, then it will be useless on the battlefield.
It’s of no use! Starting from tomorrow, the production of crossbows will be suspended and all will be converted into large yellow crossbows!”
"But King Qin..." Old Zhao hesitated when he heard this. After all, he had also seen the urging letter written by Xiao Lizi, and he asked for these crossbows by name in the letter.
Xiao Han saw Lao Zhao's worry, so he waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I will explain it to him. Let's do this first!"
"Here!" Seeing Xiao Han's resolute attitude, Lao Zhao immediately agreed with his fists clasped.
After all, before this kind of single-piece crossbow was formed, its power was really limited!
On the battlefield, you fire a crossbow, and when you lower your head to cock the crossbow, the enemy can fire three arrows! This is still an ordinary person, but if it is an expert, all five arrows have been fired!
If you compare one arrow to five arrows, you all know the result. No matter how good your crossbow is, your random punches are enough to kill the old master!
In addition to their slow rate of fire, these crossbows also have a big problem, which is that they are extremely troublesome to string!
The person who needs to use it needs to step on it with his foot, and then use all his strength to succeed! In this way, the cavalry can only fire it once. After firing, the only use of the crossbow is to throw it out and hit people...
Seeing Lao Zhao agree, Xiao Han nodded.
However, he never thought about dealing with Li Shimin. Compared with the two, he still understood the principle of choosing the lesser.
Throwing a few arrows to the basket from a distance, Xiao Han patted the dust on his hands and walked forward: "Let's go see how the big yellow crossbow is doing! The dog has been nagging about it since the Chinese New Year.
After a few more fights, he didn't even think about whether this thing is easy to make?!"
Seeing this, Lao Zhao quickly followed up and said with a smile: "Hey, Gouzi, this kid is not bad! He has become a school captain outside, and he is still not arrogant at all after he comes back. He is worthy of being the son of our Xiao family! It's amazing!
need!"
"Is he arrogant?" When Xiao Han heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "You are so arrogant. He has been out for so long and has become a small ninth-grade official. All the bastards in Chang'an City in the south have higher officials than him!"
Old Zhao was a little embarrassed by what Xiao Han said, and muttered in a low voice: "The ninth-grade official is also an official! After all, he is still so young. The old man sees that other families have a large family and are all hanging out in the court, so they can have some support for each other.
!Unlike our family, you, the Marquis, alone support such a large family business."
The corridors of the workshop were much quieter than inside the workshop, so Xiao Han heard Lao Zhao's muttering very clearly, and saw him impatiently saying to Lao Zhao: "You are all in a hurry! Our family is just like this
How many years did it take to build? How can it be compared with those old families? Besides, what's the use of having more people? The key is to follow the right people and stand in a good team! Hey, you don't understand even after talking about this! In a few years
, you will understand!”
"Old man doesn't understand this..." Old Zhao was full of resentment when Xiao Han said it, and finally couldn't hold it back and said: "But how many more years will it take? How many years will I have to live, old man? If I can't watch our family prosper.
, I must at least see you, Mr. Marquis, spend your money! But Miss Xue has been at our house for so many days..."
Before Lao Zhao could finish speaking, Xiao Han's face suddenly turned red!
Then, in an instant, he jumped up to Lao Gao: "Damn it, you bastard, are you going to dig up my wall!"
"No! That's not me!" Lao Zhao's face suddenly changed! He just replied subconsciously, but then he covered his mouth fiercely, crying secretly in his heart.
Sure enough, Xiao Hanqi's fingers were trembling: "It's not you? Then how did you know someone was trying to steal my wall?"
Old Zhao originally wanted to quibble, but unexpectedly, Xiao Han had already clenched his fist and rushed forward. After receiving a solid punch, Old Zhao ran away holding his head: "Ouch...it hurts! Lord Hou, please forgive me, it's Lao
Cao, old Cao did it!"
Lao Cao, who originally chased after hearing the news and was about to say hello to Xiao Han, saw this scene and immediately took advantage of the two people not noticing him, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and fled!
As for Lao Zhao's account of betraying him, let's settle it later!
Xiao Han, whose tired calves were trembling for a long time, finally stopped, holding on to a brick wall and gasping for breath! The sound of breathing was like a bellows, it was so unpleasant!
Logically speaking, those who beat people are like this, and those who are beaten should be even more miserable!
However, when he saw Lao Zhao who had also stopped in front of him, Xiao Han suddenly discovered that except for his somewhat disheveled hair, this bastard didn't even blush or his heart beat!
Xiao Han didn't even think about it: Who is Lao Zhao? He is a craftsman who has been working hard all his life!
The muscles all over his body are stronger than those of veterans in the army. With his thin arms and legs, even if he was beaten for an hour, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything to Old Zhao!
The reason why Lao Zhao was running around in embarrassment was because he was so angry when he saw Mr. Hou that he started to beat people. If he didn't pretend to run a few steps and beg for mercy, he would be really stupid!
"Huh... you bastards, who did you learn from?" After thinking about this, Xiao Han gave up on the delusion of "conquering people with force", and while holding on to the wall, breathing heavily,
Staring at Lao Zhao fiercely!
No wonder, whenever he goes to Xue Pan's room these days, he always feels like something is wrong outside! It turns out that it's all these bastards who are peeking outside!
You're not a young guy, you're an old guy with a beard that's almost turning gray, yet you're so shameless?!
Old Zhao carefully looked at Xiao Han's flushed face, moved a little closer, and then said with a wry smile: "Master Hou, you have misunderstood us! We didn't want to peek, we just wanted to confirm, Master Hou, what are you talking about?"
It’s time to spread some leaves for this family! After all, our descendants also want to shelter from the wind and rain under the big tree of the Xiao family. You don’t have any children, so we are not at ease, right?”
"Bah! Let's just be fooled! What we say is better than what we sing! Xue Pan and I are still so young, why are we anxious? Besides, a man should make achievements while he is young, how can he indulge in the affair of his children...
"
The more Xiao Han spoke, the softer his voice became! Because he found that even he didn't believe it!
Carefully raising his head, Xiao Han blushed when he saw Lao Zhao's face that looked like he was constipated. He could only cough and said: "Ahem, okay! It was Xue Pan who said that we must get married..."
