Quick Wear: I Became the Savior of the Doomsday

After getting the wooden spear, Yan Yixiu did not go to the laboratory, but called Nong Zijing who was taking a break: "Zijing? Come and pick me up, I'm at No. 302 Wutong Avenue, Room ."

"Huh? You moved to a new place?" Nong Zijing had a great time at the bar yesterday and was still half asleep. "Brother, I only slept for four or five hours. What are you going to do?"

"Four or five hours is enough. I'll give you half an hour. Come pick me up right away." Yan Yixiu said, "In less than half an hour, I'll tell my uncle and aunt that you went to the bar yesterday."

Nong Zijing's family has been in the military for four generations, and his family has been very strict since he was a child. If his family knew that he went to the bar to play, not to mention that he lived alone, it would be a problem whether his legs could be saved. He jumped out of bed, washed up simply, went to the garage and drove out.

After threatening Nong Zijing, Yan Yixiu rode his bicycle to an imported supermarket to buy some ingredients for making cookies. When he came back, he happened to meet Nong Zijing who was coming downstairs. He put away his bicycle and asked him to go upstairs with him.

"So, Master, what's the matter that you called me here so early in the morning?" Nong Zijing was seriously sleep deprived, with dark blue spots under his eyes. He came in a hurry without shaving, and his hair was a little messy. After arriving at his residence, he lay down on the sofa and started to catch up on his sleep. "Call me when you leave, I'll sleep a little longer."

"Don't you want to see what I put on the table?" Yan Yixiu ignored him, took out some dumplings and bread from the locker, and started to clean up their nest and feed them.

Nong Zijing's brain reacted for a moment before he walked to the restaurant and found a wooden gun on the table. "How old are you to still play with this? I lost interest in this kind of wooden gun when I was ten years old."

As he said that, he picked up the wooden gun and pretended to load it when he found something wrong. This thing could really be loaded, but the weight was wrong. A solid wooden gun would not be of this weight. He loaded it, aimed at a painted plate on the shelf, and pulled the trigger.

The wooden bullet left the gun with a slight smell of burning and smashed the ceramic plate into pieces.

Nong Zijing's heart sank. This thing was not as powerful as a real gun, but as long as the wood was replaced with iron and the glue was replaced with welding, he would be sentenced to three meals a day in jail. "Yan Yixiu, do you know that privately making a gun is illegal? Do you need me to explain it to you? How many years will it cost you?"

"No need, but if I tell you that this thing was made by Su Han himself, what do you think?" Yan Yixiu stood up holding Tuanzi and looked at him with a smile, "How does its power compare to the current rifles?"

Nong Zijing raised his hand and looked at the wooden gun in his hand. How old is Zhong Suhan this year? If he remembered correctly, he should be seventeen years old. For this reason, he often complained to his classmates about his brother's perversion.

At the age of seventeen, he drew the blueprints, designed the guns, and even made a firing model out of wood.

Should we say that she is worthy of being Zhong Suran's sister?

He woke up from his doze, walked quickly forward, took his brother's hand and was about to walk out, "Come on, you come with me to see Grandpa, where's Zhong Suhan? Take him with you."

"Don't worry. Grandpa should still be practicing Tai Chi with his comrades at this moment. I can still make the cookies and then go. You should take a nap, right? Go and get some sleep first."

Yan Yixiu calmly rubbed Tuanzi, then pushed her into a room where she had never slept before.

How could Nong Zijing sleep? He lay in bed with his mind full of the power of the wooden gun. Although he studied biology, his family had four generations in the military. While the topics of conversation at other people's dinner tables were about family matters and trivial matters, at theirs, they were about military affairs and the international situation.

He had been exposed to this since childhood, so he knew too well that if this wooden gun was real, if Zhong Suhan was really a weapons genius...

Then, this country will become more powerful and have more say in the international arena.

Yan Yixiu didn't care what he thought. Zhong Suhan was in the period of growth now. A few days ago, she said that she felt hungry in the middle of class. There was nothing she liked to eat in the school supermarket, and she was often so hungry that her stomach growled.

I happened to be going to visit Grandpa Nong today, so I baked some cookies, gave a small portion to Grandpa, and gave the rest to Zhong Suhan as a snack.

Nong Zijing finally fell asleep, and was awakened by the smell of biscuits. He rubbed his stomach and opened the door. Knowing that his brother could bake, he went straight to the kitchen, and was disgusted by the fancy biscuits.

"Wow! What is this!" He picked up a bear-shaped cookie, the thickness and size of a coin, "It's so cute that it makes me feel sick!"

There are cookies in the shapes of flowers, mushrooms, stars, rabbits, etc. on the baking tray. Yan Yixiu also used chocolate to paint eyes, noses and mouths on the animal shapes, making them look even more cute.

Nong Zijing suppressed his nausea and threw a cookie into his mouth. The taste was still the same as before, sweet with a strong milky flavor, but the shape was really disgusting.

"No, the thought of you making these cookies makes me sick."

Yan Yixiu ignored him and put the biscuits in the iron box. "I'll give you five minutes to wash up. We'll go out to find grandpa."

"OK."

Nong Zijing took a minute to wash his face, then followed Yan Yixiu out. At the other party's request, he first went to Zhong Suhan's school, gave the fancy cookies to Zhong Suhan, and then drove home.

His home was in the suburbs, and it took him nearly 30 minutes to drive there. As soon as he got home, he saw his grandfather playing chess with his old comrade-in-arms, and his grandmother picking fresh vegetables in the vegetable garden, preparing to cook. "Grandpa and grandma, I'm back. Hello, Grandpa Zhang."

When Nong Xuxian heard the sound of the car, he knew that his most troublesome grandson had returned. Several younger generations in the family joined the military or politics according to their family's ideas, and the most disobedient ones were involved in national weapons research. But this kid went to study biological sciences.

It's not that it's a bad thing, it's just that there's a subtle feeling of a civil servant born in a military general's family.

"What wind brought you back today?"

When Hu Peiqing heard her old man being sarcastic to her grandson, she immediately stepped forward and slapped him, "Zi Jing finally came back, what are you saying? Zi Jing, ignore your grandfather, come in and have your meal at home."

Then she saw another young man coming out of the car, and she was even happier, "Oh, Yixiu is back too! Lao Zhang, go tell the others to come to my house for lunch today!"

Yan Yixiu has been a child of other people's families since he was young. When he lived in the compound, there was no elder in the compound who disliked him. He also respected several elders very much. He went forward to greet them obediently and handed the biscuits to Hu Peiqing by the way.

After talking with the elders for a while and listening to them lecturing Nong Zijing for a while, he took out what Zhong Suhan had made and showed them.

"Grandpa, I came back this time to show you this thing."