Chapter 70 (Two Hundred and Thirty Thousand Nutrient Solution Plus Six-Tenths of the Update...)

Father Song really couldn't bear it anymore.

Singing is fine, dancing is also tolerated.

But this light is really too dazzling.

It didn't feel very dazzling just now, but now it shimmered more and more, and Father Song felt that his eyes were going to go blind.

Even though the curtains were open and natural light came in, the light really had the effect of filling the whole room and then slightly blinding their eyes.

Father Song first asked Zhao Xiaodong to close his arm, and then he tried to close his eyes for a long time before the white light disappeared from his eyes.

He felt that Comrade Yuan Jiang really doted on his children too much, and even though he was like this, he still had the energy to praise him.

He squatted down solemnly, patted Song Yao's shoulder, and carefully explained to him why this strange arm could not be given to Professor Wang.

Song Yao's eyes widened in surprise: "But it's great!"

The child stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one:

"Guide shaft, pressure pulley, and..."

He rattled out a bunch of words that Song's father understood but couldn't understand, and then had an aggrieved expression on his face that said, "So it definitely can't be bad":

"These are the best we bought."

In order to make this arm, especially the cool light-emitting technique, Song Yao worked hard to look up information and even bought a course in the learning system.

He specially bought the flashiest one! !

Although he is not very good at what he does now, if he works hard for a while, he will definitely be able to achieve sparkling results.

In fact, these were originally intended to be used on the very expensive arm, but after all, the arm was made with state-approved funds.

It was impossible for Song Yao and the others to use the money given by the father of the country to make the arm and give it to their master, so the two children gritted their teeth and bought enough materials with their own small treasury.

In their eyes, this arm simply shines because it is expensive.

And it can sing and dance, what’s not great about it!

Seeing that his son was still unconvinced, Father Song could only ask simply and rudely:

"Think about it this way, if you woke up in the middle of the night and saw such a glowing arm singing and dancing, what would you think?"

Seeing his father's serious face, Song Yao could only think hard, then quietly glanced at his father and said uncertainly:

"I won't be able to sleep, so I'll get up and dance with it?"

Dad Song: "..."

He gave up communicating with his son in detail and said directly:

"I can't give you this glowing hand anyway."

Although Song Yao was a little unconvinced, his eyes lit up when he thought of something and he opened his mouth to continue speaking.

Father Song immediately said: "It doesn't work even if your feet are shining."

The child who was told that the plan was true muttered:

"It's obviously very beautiful and has many functions. It's the best hand besides that very expensive one."

With that said, Song Yao went to see Zhao Xiaodong.

Zhao Xiaodong was muttering in his mind: Didn’t we just make two arms?

After receiving the reminder from Song Yao, he immediately stabilized his stance: "Yes! It's very good!"

The two children looked back at the arm as if to cheer themselves up.

It's very good.

As a prosthetic arm, although it is made of wood, every joint of it is well polished.

Song Yao's dancing hand was made based on his own understanding, but this time because they wanted to make a puppet arm, the two children seriously asked Grandpa He to help them find anatomy books.

Therefore, every connection point and appearance of it were carefully polished and modified bit by bit by the two children.

There’s no way it doesn’t look good!

It looks so much like the drawings in the book now!

They managed to get like this with great difficulty.

Father Song, whose two children were arguing with each other about "why these arms are so beautiful" said: "..."

He gave up correcting their aesthetics.

It was as if in Song Yao's eyes, his design looked completely different.

His beautiful black eyes will automatically make up for the missing arms and legs.

Speaking of which, when he first came to Lecheng, Song's father knew that there was a place dedicated to teaching painting, and he even thought about whether to send Song Yao to learn.

It was Yuan Jiang who persuaded him.

This soldier who was sent by the country to protect Song Yao believed that Song Yao was too talented and too young. It might be a good thing that no one could understand his designs at this time.

Anyway, the child is still young, and Song Yao himself is cheerful every day and has never felt inferior, so it is good to let him be like this.

Now Father Song wants to send his children to learn aesthetics again.

If it were not for Lecheng, there would be no aesthetic school paintings.

Father Song finally convinced the two children not to give the arm to Professor Wang.

"You think it's pretty and fun, but adults won't think so. You masters will be scared if you see a hand singing and dancing on the ground at night."

He said: "Patients with heart disease cannot be frightened. Do you want Master to be frightened?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong shook their heads together.

The child was a little disappointed: "Okay, then we won't give this arm to the master."

Father Song breathed a sigh of relief.

It finally made sense.

If he was trying to persuade people outside, he would always be able to do so. Why was it so difficult every time when it was his son's turn?

Song Yao didn't know that his father was slandering him in his heart. He had already gone to talk to Zhao Xiaodong.

"What do you think dad and master are afraid of?"

He found it hard to understand.

What's so scary about a wooden thing?

There are many wooden tables and chairs in the master's house, and even the bookcase is made of wood.

Zhao Xiaodong has experience in this regard: "Adults are always afraid of many things."

He guessed: "Maybe we will be afraid when we grow up?"

Song Yao imagined himself being afraid of a wooden arm and shuddered:

"Then I'd better not grow up."

He didn't want to become a coward.

Although this arm can't be given to the master, Song Yao still likes it second.

——The first is the extremely expensive puppet arm.

He discussed with Zhao Xiaodong and found a long box made by himself to put the second favorite arm in, and they decided to play with it by themselves.

In the future, they can take it to the village entrance to play at dusk, and then they will definitely attract many children to play together.

The two of them also divided it in a formal way and decided who would play with the arm on which day after returning to Dashu Village.

Although Song's father thought they didn't need to divide it at all.

After all, the two had played together every day.

Although he couldn't give this arm, Song Yao didn't give up on giving a gift to his master.

He had a look on his face that said "I'm a man of my word":

"I promised my master that I would give him a gift that can help him get rid of nightmares. Although I can't give him my second favorite arm, I'm about to make my third favorite toy."

"Give it to my master when the time comes!"

Song's father was suspicious: "This third favorite thing you mentioned, wouldn't it be something that can sing and dance?"

He reiterated: "Your master wouldn't like this, he's so old, he doesn't like things that are too colorful."

Song Yao snorted: "Am I the kind of person who makes a second mistake?"

Song's father: ...Aren't you?

Obviously, the child doesn't think he is.

So when Song's father asked him to tell him what the new gift was, he refused sternly:

"No, I haven't made it yet."

Because Song's father had just criticized his toy arm, Song Yao hummed and refused to show it to Song's father:

"Anyway, don't worry, my third favorite toy can't sing or dance, but it can glow. Master's nightmares are at night, and glowing can make him feel a little safe."

Zhao Xiaodong said on the side: "Yes, yes, yes, I'll testify."

Song's father, who couldn't get an answer from his son, brightened his eyes and immediately changed his target:

"Dongdong, do you know what the new toy of the youngest is?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "I don't know."

Song's father: "? How can you testify if you don't know?"

Zhao Xiaodong said confidently: "If the youngest makes a toy that can sing and dance, he will definitely ask me to play with it!"

Song's father: "..."

Song Yao nodded beside him: "Yes, yes, yes."

It's not as fun to dance with two people as it is to dance with one person.

Since this arm was made, the two of them have had fun several times.

Father Song: "... Forget it, it's okay if you don't say it. The gift must be given in the daytime, and when we are all present."

Although he didn't trust his son's aesthetics, but when he thought about it carefully, as long as the things he made were not the kind that could move, at most they would be ugly.

It wasn't that scary.

Based on his understanding of the teacher...

Dad Song recalled the design and layout of Professor Wang's house, especially the other rooms besides the study.

He felt relieved.

Well, the teacher's tolerance for ugliness should be quite strong.

Song Yao didn't know that his third favorite toy had been labeled "either ugly or on the road to ugliness" by his father. He found a small box and started to work on it.

Obviously, the things in this small box gave him a headache

Zhao Xiaodong was also looking through his toys.

Before, he and Song Yao agreed to compete in making toys, and when the toys were made, they would hit each other with the toys.

Both of them were very competitive. When they made the toys for the competition, they made them alone. Now that Song Yao was making that toy, he had to work hard too.

Zhao Xiaodong, who had completely forgotten that he had studied all day and could only put down his books to play an hour ago, was full of fighting spirit.

The two children worked hard on their toys for the next few days.

Song's father studied as usual every day, but because the arm left a shadow on him, he had to open the door of the big room before going out and after returning home to see if the two children were making trouble.

Song Yao really didn't make trouble.

He was busy, so where did he have the time?

Since he was promoted to the second level, Song Yao deeply understood a truth: learning is indeed a sea of ​​suffering.

The difference is that Zhao Xiaodong's sea of ​​suffering was blocked by him in front.

Song Yao's own sea of ​​suffering was swimming while crying.

Every day, the children's motivation for learning was obtained by the few small things he made. After studying for a few days, just when he finally got into the state, Teacher He hurried over to them.

The two children ran to her and looked up and said how much they missed her, and she only had time to pat their shoulders one by one, and after talking to Song's father Yuan Jiang, she hurried away again.

Even the two carefree kids could tell that Teacher He was not in a good mood.

As soon as she left, Song Yao immediately took Zhao Xiaodong to ask Song's father:

"Dad, what's wrong with the teacher? She doesn't seem very happy, I think?"

Zhao Xiaodong guessed: "Is she tired because she has to take care of Grandpa He? We can help take care of her."

Song Yao immediately straightened his chest: "Yes, we can help!"

Song's father shook his head, his face no longer as relaxed as before: "No, godfather has gone home to recuperate."

He looked at the innocent children and thought carefully. He thought that even if he didn't say it, they would know it sooner or later, so he told the truth:

"Our country is fighting with Country V."

"Isn't Mr. He's grandfather a retired soldier? She has two cousins ​​in the army. I heard that they have been transferred there. She came to ask Comrade Yuan Jiang if he knows the current situation."

Song Yao's eyes were round with shock: "War?!"

Song's father nodded.

The child continued to be shocked: "Will we win?"

Song's father: "I don't know, it's just the beginning, but I think we will definitely win."

Song Yao was still a little confused.

Although he had heard a lot of stories about war from Grandpa Qi, in which Grandpa Qi was very powerful, the children were not afraid at all.

But when he really heard about the war, the child was still very nervous.

But after the nervousness, he became confident again.

He said to his father: "We will definitely win!"

Song's father was puzzled: "Why are you so sure?"

Song Yao was confident: "Because our Zhongzhou is very powerful!"

It's all written in the history books. Zhongzhou was only silent for a short period of time, but it has been on the rise since then.

Song's father looked at his optimistic and confident son and wanted to say something, but seeing that he trusted the country so much, he felt soft-hearted and said nothing.

Although the adults said that their Zhongzhou was already very good, thriving and booming.

The common people also trust the country and the government, but trust is different from national strength.

In the past, Song's father could also be blindly confident with his son, but after studying with Professor Wang, he is no longer the one who was silly and happy every day and didn't know about national affairs.

Zhongzhou suffered too much damage before, and even until now it can't get rid of the restrictions of some countries, but the country can't decide what to do next on a whim.

All the current policies are basically made by the national leaders after careful discussion and voting one by one.

So since the country has announced that the whole country will go to war, then fighting this war is really the best option for Zhongzhou at the moment.

Father Song was thinking about what kind of impact this war would have on Zhongzhou, when he saw the door open and two children ran out with a bunch of things hanging on their bodies.

Song Yao rushed to him, raised his little face and clenched his fists:

"Dad! I'm ready!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also beside him with a fighting spirit: "Uncle Song! I'm ready too!"

Song's father: "?"

"What are you ready for?"

Song Yao looked like "Is there any need to say this":

"Join the army!!"

The child was eager to try: "Grandpa Qi said that there were also children of eight or nine years old going to the battlefield during the war. We are ready and can set off now!"

Song's father: "..."

He looked down at his son who was only as tall as his thigh: "...That was before Zhongzhou was established. Now we don't need children of eight or nine years old to fight, but there are adults."

Song Yao, who was ready to set off at any time, was a little disappointed:

"Ah...then Dad, are you going?"

He hugged his father's thigh, a little reluctant, but after thinking about it, this was joining the army.

The child tried to suppress his reluctance: "Dad, you go! We will advance and retreat with Zhongzhou!!"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded beside him and demonstrated several moves he had practiced with his brother Jiu:

"Yes! Uncle Song, you can go without worry! When we grow up, we will find you!"

Song's father:... Why does this sound weird?

He slapped the two children away: "Now our country is not short of troops. I will go when there is a shortage. What do you mean you can come to me when you grow up? I'm not going to stay away."

Song Yao really thought that was the case: "Grandpa Qi said that the war will last for decades."

"Yes, yes, we will definitely grow up in a few decades."

Thinking that he might not see his father for decades, Song Yao, who had just looked brave, wanted to cry again, and then remembered that his father said he would not go now, and the tears that had just come out disappeared again.

Song's father was so amused by what they said.

"We won't fight for decades this time. Decades are things that happened before the founding of the country. We won't do that in Zhongzhou."

Song Yao nodded, but he still didn't believe it.

In the history books he studied, the wars lasted longer and longer.

If the producer knew, he would definitely tell him, because this is a history course four thousand years after the founding of the country.

If every major event that happened every year is written down, even if it is an open-book exam, the children of the interstellar era will die in history class.

Isn't it true that historical information about wars can only be selected from those that are big and critical?

Maybe for Song Yao's era, this war is worth recording in history, after all, it is the first large-scale war between countries since the founding of Zhongzhou.

But for the interstellar era, the first large-scale war between balls is the focus of the exam.

Of course, people in this era definitely don't think so.

When Song Yao was tired from studying and went out to play with Zhao Xiaodong, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere among the adults on the street was very warm.

Yes, it was not fear, but enthusiasm.

Banners were hung on the corners of the street to encourage the soldiers going to the battlefield.

Some people also organized donations of supplies to provide support for the front line.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong climbed the wall to pick flowers from the trees planted in the yard of someone else, they heard that the son of this family wanted to join the army, but he couldn't because he was 24 years old and over the enlistment age.

After listening to the uncle who looked not much younger than his father being depressed for a long time, Song Yao slid down the tree and turned around to say to Song's father:

"Dad, it turns out that you can't join the army after you are 22 years old."

Song's father: "..."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

But while his son said this, he used an expression of "How pitiful, Dad, you are so old and can't be a soldier", which made him want to beat the child.

Song's father didn't do it in the end.

It's not because he didn't want to, but because it was time for him to go to Professor Wang.

Now, teaching is not the most important thing, but to keep an eye on Professor Wang and find more things for him to do.

Perhaps it is because Professor Wang became an orphan because of the war when he was young, and he always has a strong reaction to war.

Sometimes he analyzes the situation with Song's father passionately, sometimes he can't sleep because of worry, and sometimes he covers his heart with one hand and writes calligraphy with one hand.

All the poems he writes are about the battlefield, the kind that are more sharp.

But his handwriting has always been elegant, and he can't write passionately no matter how he writes, which makes Professor Wang very angry.

Then he sat in the yard alone with his heart covered and got angry.

Yes, since he knew that he had a heart disease, when Professor Wang recalled the past, he didn't look up at the sky, but covered his heart.

Song's father was afraid that he would get angry and get sick. The doctor ordered that although Professor Wang's heart disease was not very serious, he was old, so he had to be watched all the time.

What can he do? He can only ask all kinds of questions to divert the teacher's attention.

Professor Wang is indeed not angry anymore, he changed to scolding Song's father.

Before, he taught Song's father in accordance with his aptitude. It was fine when he took it step by step, and he could still find Song's father's strengths.

But since Song's father took the initiative to ask questions, he finally found that his only student was not a fool, but a big fool.

Professor Wang scolded Song's father three times a day recently. Sometimes he forgot to scold him, and Song's father would deliberately ask other questions.

In such reverse care, Professor Wang's heart no longer hurt, and he didn't feel weak. His face was ruddy and his voice was loud. He could scold Song's father five times a day.

But Song's father couldn't really wholesale a bunch of him, so he could only report to the teacher every day.

Teacher He was also not quiet.

Her grandfather was a veteran. Now when he heard that there was going to be a war, he immediately got ready and waited for the country to recall the veterans.

In the end, the country did recall them, but it was impossible to recall him at his age.

Grandpa He didn't go to the battlefield as he wished, but his two grandsons did. So he started to worry about his grandsons again. Teacher He had a good relationship with his grandfather, and he was afraid that he would get sick because of worrying, so he had to comfort the old man every day.

Song Yao didn't understand this:

"Since the teacher's grandfather is willing to go to the war, why do you worry so much about Teacher He's cousin?"

Song's father was not there, so he asked Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang explained: "Going to the battlefield by yourself is different from going to the battlefield with your relatives."

It's like him, if the country asks him to go to the war now, he will go without saying anything.

But if he imagines that Song Yao and the others will go to the battlefield when they grow up, he will feel very uncomfortable.

He said: "It's all like this. There are some things that I can go to, but if it's my family, I just hope he's safe."

Song Yao thought about it carefully and felt that Brother Yuan Jiang was right.

If he went to the battlefield by himself, he felt that he could pack his luggage and leave immediately in the next second.

But if it was his father, he would be reluctant and afraid that his father would get hurt.

The child thought about it blankly for a long time, but still didn't understand why it was like this:

"Why do I think so?"

Yuan Jiang patted his little shoulder: "Everyone is like this."

Song Yao thought and went back to the house.

He said to 005: [In this way, I can understand why in history books, when defending the country, some people knew that they would die but still risked their lives. ]

Since 005 accepted the setting that he was a feudal and superstitious AI, he has been immersed in learning in his limited metaphysical knowledge base.

When he suddenly heard Song Yao say this, he thought about it first, and found that he couldn't think of an answer, so he asked: [Why? ]

Song Yao sighed like a little adult: [Because I don't want my family to risk their lives in the future. ]

Just look at the master, it's normal for people without a country to have no home.

The master said that before the enemy army attacked their city, he was also happy every day, with a father and mother, as well as grandparents and a group of cousins.

Later, the city fell, the country was destroyed, and there was no country to protect civilians. After their homes were bombed, they couldn't even go to the police.

If it were now, if anyone dared to bomb his house, he would turn around and go to the police.

If the other party didn't compensate him with a new home, he would never leave!

But not only did the master and his men not get compensation, they had to flee for their lives.

Song Yao was very angry for the master just thinking about it.

He clenched his little fists angrily: "When I grow up! I will blow up the house of the person who made my master homeless!"

Yuan Jiang followed: "..."

Before he could say anything, Zhao Xiaodong stopped him with a shocked face:

"What unrealistic things are you thinking about, Yao'er!!"

Yuan Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Zhao Xiaodong say: "That was all what happened when Master was a child. That person must be dead! How could you blow up his house!"

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Song Yao showed an expression that said, "You are right."

He pondered for a moment and then said: "How about we blow up the coffin he lives in now... No, grandma said it is immoral to dig up people's ancestral graves."

Several tomb robbers from out of town came to our county before.

Although their Xinghe County is poor now, it has always been a very prosperous big city in the past. Especially in ancient times, it is said that many high-ranking officials and nobles lived there.

Those tomb robbers heard that Xinghe County was poor and their ancestors were rich, so they wanted to steal the funerary objects.

But the county magistrate proved to them with actual actions that being poor does not mean being defenseless.

The tomb robbers had just arrived at the place, and after only half an hour of digging, they were caught by the police comrades who organized a night patrol.

It is said that they were in disbelief before going to jail. They couldn't understand why Xinghe County, a small and impoverished county, could still have police patrolling at night.

Grandma Song also went to gossip for an afternoon. When she came back, she told Grandpa Song that tomb robbers who dig up people's ancestral graves would not die well.

Their village still cares about the ancestral graves, after all, the elders are buried in them. Although their elders were poor when they were alive and probably would not have their graves robbed, everyone can relate to them.

Song Yao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to listen to her grandma.

"Okay, then I won't blow him up, and I won't blow up his grave either."

Although he gave up this act of revenge, the child was still very angry for his master:

"It would be great if I could visit my master when he was a child. I would protect him and not let him be afraid. He must be too scared when his home was bombed before, so he keeps having nightmares."

After all, if his home was bombed, even if someone paid compensation, he would probably cry terribly and have nightmares.

Zhao Xiaodong also agrees:

"That's right, Master's family members were all dead at that time. He was younger than us, so he must be very scared."

When his father passed away, he was also super scared.

The two imagined a little old man who was shorter than them and had teary eyes, with a very distressed look on his face.

Yuan Jiang also fell silent.

He has not participated in any major wars, but he has comrades who have guarded the border.

Especially some time ago, there were frequent actions there, many soldiers were injured, and one of his comrades even lost a leg.

I don't know how many people will lose their body parts... or even their lives in this war.

But even so, we cannot retreat.

Zhongzhou has already suffered the loss of being a mermaid once, and no one is willing to let their home and family go through the same mistakes as Professor Wang and his friends did in that period.

Professor Wang does have money and status now, but he also knows that he will never forget it.

At the age of seven, he was just a war orphan who lost his parents and was helpless.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong have already finished their discussion. Professor Wang must need them very much now.

So the two children decided to put their studies on hold for a day. They were going to eat wontons and then visit Professor Wang.

It is impossible to eat at Professor Wang's house. At this point, Dad must have prepared the meal and the two of them are eating.

Professor Wang has been emotionally unstable recently due to the war, and Song's father is afraid that he will enter a state of sadness again without looking at him, so he cannot go home to deliver meals.

Yuan Jiang was happy to cook, but obviously the two children were not happy to eat.

Zhao Xiaodong was pulled to study again.

So in the end, the whole family ate at the surrounding food stalls almost every day these days.

Fortunately, Yuan Jiang had plenty of money, and Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had bonuses, so they bought other things and ate very generously.

In particular, the surrounding food stalls are full of ingredients and delicious. Because they are regular customers, they sometimes give away side dishes.

Although there was no father Song to cook, the three of them still ate with rosy faces and high spirits, and the owners of the surrounding food stalls were also very happy that they took care of their business.

Now, even if Song Yao goes downstairs and wanders around, he may be randomly fed delicious food.

But their favorite is still the little wontons.

The reason is simple, it tastes so delicious.

Song Yao felt that when they returned to Dashu Village, they would definitely miss this wonton restaurant and the surrounding fried dough sticks, steamed buns, beef noodles, and chicken noodles.

As usual, two small bowls and one large bowl.

The shop owner was a little out of sorts when he brought it over and almost burned himself.

Yuan Jiang was startled, quickly stood up and took it, carefully placing it in front of Song Yao.

Song Yao looked at the shop owner curiously: "Uncle, you have big dark circles under your eyes. Did you not sleep well last night?"

The shop owner smiled sheepishly: "Yes, I couldn't sleep well last night. I only squinted for a while when it was almost dawn."

But it will only be a while before I get up.

If you work as a food stall, you can make a lot of money if you don't get up early.

Seeing Song Yaozhi listening attentively with his ears bent, he could only continue:

"Weren't we at war with Country V recently? My son is serving as a soldier near there. There is no news yet, but I guess he will be transferred nearby."

Now that he understood that the families of soldiers on the battlefield would definitely worry about them, Song Yao skillfully comforted them:

"Don't worry, uncle, the wontons you make are so delicious, brother will definitely come back safely."

Being comforted by a child, the stall owner smiled embarrassedly:

"I just hope he can come back alive."

Song Yao immediately wished: "He will definitely come back alive!"

"Yes!"

Yuan Jiang also followed up with a sentence: "He will definitely come back alive."

Although he knew that it would be useless for them to say it, the stall owner was obviously comforted by the comfort:

"I also know that we must have confidence, but our country has not fought such a big war since the founding of the country, so I can't help thinking about it when I lie in bed at night.

I don't know if our guns and bullets can keep up with country V."

Yuan Jiang said in a deep voice: "You can buy a newspaper and read it. It was written in yesterday's newspaper that the country has equipped the soldiers with bulletproof vests to protect the lives of the soldiers as much as possible. You don't have to worry about this."

"Really?"

The stall owner didn't know what a bulletproof vest was, but he knew it was a powerful thing just by the name. He breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"I want to buy it, but unfortunately I can't read. I have to set up a stall every day and can't go to listen to people's talk..."

Song Yao immediately raised his hand enthusiastically: "Uncle, I can read! I'll give it to you!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also very enthusiastic: "You still want me! I can read too!"

The stall owner was very surprised and thanked him repeatedly, and refused to accept the money for the wontons.

Song Yao should have been happy to eat a bowl of wontons for nothing, but seeing the stall owner thanking him non-stop, he felt a little sour in his heart.

He interpreted this sourness as anger towards the enemy.

The child was heroic and proud: "When I grow up, I will blow up all those who dare to bully us Zhongzhou!!"

Zhao Xiaodong didn't stop him this time, but nodded in agreement:

"Yes! Blow up all!"

Yuan Jiang was talking to the stall owner and didn't pay attention to their movements. He turned his head and saw that the two children were full of fighting spirit, and he was quite relieved.

Can eating a small wonton arouse their enthusiasm now?

Really good.

After talking to the stall owner, he returned to the children:

"Let's go, we'll go to Professor Wang's house."

The soldier was used to picking up the box on the table, but Song Yao held him down vigilantly:

"I want to take it myself!"

Yuan Jiang: "...I won't peek, it seems very heavy, should I take it?"

Song Yao hummed: "No, you have to be very careful with this, I'm afraid you'll open it, it can only be used once."

The child patted his chest: "I'm very principled."

Yuan Jiang took a look at the box, which looked very heavy at first glance, and said nothing.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes after walking, the principled Song Yao blushed and asked him to help take it.

He blushed not because of shame, but because he was tired.

Yuan Jiang picked up the box: "I will take it carefully."

So what's inside?

He wanted to ask, but thinking of Song Yao's vigilant look just now because he was hit by Song's father, he swallowed his words.

Anyway, we'll know when we get to Professor Wang's house.

When they arrived, Professor Wang and Song's father had just finished their meal and were studying.

Professor Wang was very happy to see them coming.

Song Yao ran up to him and said, "Master! I have prepared a gift for you!"

Professor Wang was very happy, but he still pretended to be serious: "Really? What is it?"

Song Yao ran to Yuan Jiang as if he was treating a big treasure, and carefully opened the big box in his hand:

"This is it, I call it a flashing light."

He took out something like a bottle and handed it to Professor Wang:

"Master, don't you often wake up from nightmares? You must be very scared. When the time comes, you can open this and your room will be very bright!"

Song Yao was very proud: "It's brighter than the light in your home!"

Professor Wang couldn't help but curl up his lips: "Oh, you can make a lamp, my little one? Not bad, not bad."

He took the lamp that looked like a bottle, and in his heart he was already thinking about when to show off to the group of old men who played chess every day by the river.

Professor Wang didn't like to go out.

But in order to show off, he could force himself.

This can be used with lighting, and it was made by his disciple.

Those old guys must have envied him.

Professor Wang was immersed in joy and couldn't help himself.

Father Song came over cautiously: "Little boy, your lamp, it can't sing, right?"

Song Yao snorted and glanced at his father, still holding a grudge against him for saying that his arm was ugly:

"I've already said that I can't sing or dance, but I'm not stupid, I remember everything you said."

Professor Wang: "What did he say?"

The child immediately complained: "I want to give my toy that can sing, dance and light up to my master, but my father said that my master doesn't like that kind of toy."

He pouted, and now thinking about it, he still felt unfair for his toy hand:

"Dad still said it was ugly, but it's obviously not ugly at all, we made it for a long time."

Professor Wang looked at the student disapprovingly:

"How can you say that the toys they made are ugly."

He decided to have a good talk with Father Song about how to raise children.

Even if the toys made by the children are really ugly, they can't be said. It's already amazing that such a young child can make something, and encouragement should always be the main thing.

As ugly as it is, why can't he tolerate even this ugliness? He has endured the other party's stupid behavior for so long.

After catching Professor Wang's gaze, Father Song miraculously understood what he meant: "..."

If it weren't for the fear of scaring the teacher's heart, I would have wanted to show him that hand.

Professor Wang finished scolding Song's father with his eyes, and then comforted Song Yao:

"Your father is not very discerning. Don't pay attention to him. Master thinks that everything you make is very good."

Song Yao was proud.

Hehe, he just said it.

Although he had just been killed by his eyes, Father Song still stood up very strongly:

"Yao'er, as I promised before, we have to try the things you want to give to Master in the yard."

After experiencing the first few times, he no longer expects his children's aesthetics to be normal.

Then we can only strictly control it.

Song Yao was a little reluctant: "But it can only be used once..."

Although he did it the first time and it was easy to do the second time, it also cost him a lot of money.

But it’s something you promised yourself, and you have to do it.

The child was so troubled that he went to see his father pitifully.

Dad Song: "...I'll buy you the materials for the next one."

Although I feel sorry for the money.

But compared with money, teachers are more important.

Knowing that the next ingredient was available, Song Yao was instantly happy and raised a smile:

"Okay! Then let's do the interview in the yard!"

Hehe, he hasn't tried it himself. Once it's finished, it should be able to replicate the effect mentioned in the tutorial. Children are also looking forward to it.

He looked up at the blue sky, feeling a little regretful:

"It's a pity that it's daytime now, it would be better if it was nighttime."

Dad Song: "What will happen at night?"

Song Yao vowed: "Dad, do you know there is a saying, it's as bright as day! My flashing light will do! So when Master has a nightmare, as long as he turns it on, the whole room will be like daytime, and Master will I won’t be afraid anymore!”

In fact, Professor Wang is not afraid when he wakes up from a nightmare: "..."

He struggled for a few seconds and finally decided not to undermine the child's self-confidence.

Father Song always felt a bit unreliable: "You won't hurt your master, right? He is quite old."

"Will not!"

Song Yao patted her chest and assured: "It has no long-term harm!"

This is also marked on the tutorial, saying it will not cause long-term harm.

This kind of lighting technology is generally used when spacecraft are flying in space. It is said that the lighting effect is first-rate.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find such a big spaceship to install the lights, so he had to resort to bottles.

And the way to open it is also very simple and crude.

The child struggled to pick up the bottle, and while trying to lift it, he turned to Professor Wang and said:

"Master, this is very simple to use. You just need to lift it up like this and throw it out——"

--boom! !

After a loud noise, a blinding whiteness appeared in front of the eyes of several people in the yard.

Before they even had time to react, a white light flashed before their eyes, and then they couldn't see anything anymore.

Song Yao was so frightened that she cried.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Dad, Brother Yuanjiang, I can’t see, uuuuuuuu..."

Father Song couldn't see him either. He closed his eyes subconsciously and searched for his son's direction to hug him:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhao Xiaodong was also frightened and cried. Yuan Jiang touched him with his eyes closed. He had good ears and touched Zhao Xiaodong easily.

Then I heard Dad Song asking Professor Wang: "Teacher? Are you okay?"

Professor Wang didn't even react: "I'm fine. Hey, why can't I see?"

Song Yao realized now that it was the flashing light he made that made everyone blind.

Panic suddenly occupied his entire little heart.

The child's mind went blank when he thought of the harm he had caused to so many people, and he hid in his father's arms in fear and cried even harder:

"Uuuuuuuuuah, what should I do? There shouldn't be long-term harm, it shouldn't be..."

If the producer were here, he would definitely be laughed at.

Why is a course specifically labeled as causing no long-term harm?

That must be because there has been short-term damage before.

It's just that the damage is too insignificant, so there is no standard. As long as you have driven a spaceship to play, who has not been blinded by the light of the spaceship?

Although this kind of light can blind people for a short time, it has no side effects and will be cured after a few minutes, so interstellar people can adapt to it.

But Song Yao obviously couldn't adapt.

He was immersed in the fear that I would make everyone blind, and he cried so hard that he couldn't help but cry.

Father Song is trying to comfort his son:

"Don't cry yet. Let's go find our neighbor and ask him to take us to the hospital. The doctor will definitely cure us."

Yuan Jiang was relatively calm: "High-intensity bright light can indeed temporarily blind people, and it should be possible to recover in a few minutes."

After hearing that he could recover in a few minutes, Song Yao sobbed a few times and became hopeful:

"Really, suck, really?"

"real."

Yuanjiang was very sure: "I have seen flash bombs explode, and this is almost the effect."

Zhongzhou's drug reserves are not large, and they still have to import them from abroad. However, Yuan Jiang has led a team to fight against people from other countries, so he is still very clear about this.

Professor Wang is still out of sorts:

"What's going on? You can't see it? Hey, whose head is this? It's so prickly."

Zhao Xiaodong buried his head in brother Yuan Jiang's arms aggrievedly: "Master, it's mine."

Yuan Jiang patted his back comfortingly and blinked:

"I have regained some of my vision now. It seems that the effect is indeed similar to that of flash bombs, except that it does not cause tinnitus. The other effects are no different from..."

etc……

The soldier who was talking suddenly paused.

The vision in his eyes gradually recovered, and the appearance of the small courtyard gradually became clearer.

Soon, they saw Song Yao who was crying with tears on his face, Song's father who was secretly crying even though he thought he was blind, Zhao Xiaodong in his arms, and... Professor Wang who was still out of state.

Then, Yuan Jiang's eyes fell on the bottle on the ground.

Something like flash, light, and bomb.

This is a flash.