Because of the continuous war, there are only a few craftsmen left in the city, and the only thing they can do is some farm tools.
Looking around them, Zhou ruo'an was disappointed.
"If I give you drawings, can you make what I need according to the drawings?" She asked hesitantly, frowning.
The craftsmen looked at each other, hesitated to move forward two steps, and whispered, "if it's a simple thing, I can try it."
Zhou ruo'an nodded a little, his eyes turned to the people beside him, with some expectation in his eyes.
The men were silent for a moment and said, "so am I
Although he had guessed such an answer, Zhou ruo'an still couldn't help being disappointed when he really heard the other party's answer.
She had thought that if she drew the drawings for the craftsmen, the weapons would be made quickly, but she never thought that things would get stuck at this stage and there was no way to make progress.
"First try," quiet for a long time, in those people trembling, about to faint, Zhou ruo'an abrupt mouth.
Although she knew that the method of making the crossbow was complex, and those craftsmen might not be able to complete it at all, she still had a little expectation in her heart.
Maybe it's because she finally made up her mind, she suddenly calmed down, and her worries about gain and loss also slowly disappeared.
Even if there is no way to make a crossbow, she can also study and make other weapons, which can still help Ling Tianwang win the rebels.
With the change of his mind, Zhou ruo'an's heart became more and more firm, and the expression on his face gradually became relaxed.
Not knowing what she thought, the craftsmen looked at each other and nodded firmly.
Because they knew in their hearts that Zhou ruo'an must have found them to make weapons used in the army.
They are grateful to these people who have worked hard for such a long time to keep the city, as well as their sacrifice and dedication.
"If you believe in us, we'll do our best," they said word for word, with firm expressions.
Zhou ruo'an took a deep look at them, with a smile in his eyes.
"I'll trouble you," he said with a crisp bow and a loud voice. "I'm going to draw the drawings. You should think about how to make them."
Watching Zhou ruo'an leave in a hurry, those people constantly rub their fingers, and the emotion in their eyes gradually becomes firm.
"It would be better if we were more skillful," someone said, attracting the approval of others.
"I hope we can use some of our weapons to beat the rebels to death." Another person opens mouth to say, clenched teeth, facial expression ferocious.
Other people have some understanding of him, and naturally understand why this person has such a performance.
"It's natural," someone said comfortingly. "If your son has a spirit in heaven, he will surely admire what you have done."
The person's eyes quickly across a trance, after a long time before slowly back to God.
He seemed to lose all his energy and energy suddenly. He shook his head gently and sat beside him feebly. He felt his wrist again and again with his fingers and never spoke again.
Zhou ruo'an went and came in a hurry, with a piece of paper in his hand.
"That's what I'm going to ask you to do," she said word by word, slowly spreading the paper on the table in front of them under the eager gaze of others. "Do you have any confidence?"
What she painted is the structure of the crossbow. The horizontal and vertical ink cartridges somehow have the hardness of steel. People can quickly think of the crossbow's rampage in the battlefield.
Although they don't have much ability, they still have eyes. They can feel the great change of the crossbow to the battlefield almost immediately.
In this case, their eyes suddenly lit up, the heart is a fiery.
"We should do our best," they said with one voice, then bowed deeply, palmed on their chest, and felt the violent beating of their heart.
Zhou ruo'an was deeply shocked. He gave them a deep look and bowed.
"I'll trouble you all," she said. "I'll thank you for all the soldiers on the battlefield."
Hearing this, those people like to install a spring, all of a sudden from the spot to the side.
"How can this make," they continued to refuse, blushing, "we have been sheltered by them, we are lucky to be able to do something for them, how can we afford this gift?"
Hearing these words, Zhou ruo'an's fluctuation in his heart became more intense.
She did not continue to struggle on this issue, standing up straight.
"Please," she repeated, turning quickly away.Only those craftsmen looked at each other, quickly formed a circle around the drawing and started their own discussion.
Ling Tianwang has been guarding the city wall, while Zhou ruo'an has been thinking about how to change the weapons. They didn't see each other until the evening.
"How? Are the rebels honest? " Zhou ruo'an asked curiously in a low voice, consciously restraining his depression.
However, even if she intended to convergence, Ling Tianwang also felt her emotional changes clearly, and her heart suddenly raised.
He raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder. Then he put his messy hair behind his ears. Ling Tianwang said in a low voice, "nothing happened. It seems that he was scared by yesterday's battle."
Zhou ruo'an liked to hear such words, and his eyes flashed a little smile.
But soon she calmed down and warned, "but even so, you can't take them lightly."
As soon as Zhou ruo'an raised her eyes, what she saw was Ling Tianwang's thoughtful appearance, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Ling Tianwang speak.
"Why are you so depressed today? But someone's bothering you? " He asked.
Hearing these words, Zhou ruo'an's relief disappeared immediately, leaving only deep helplessness.
"Did you hear what I just said?" She pressed down the rising corners of her lips, pretending to be dissatisfied and asked.
Ling Tianwang was silent for a moment, and sighed helplessly. He raised his hand and rubbed her hair.
"For the rebels, I know, you don't have to worry," Ling Tianwang promised. "You haven't answered me, but someone didn't look for you?"