A farmer has a shrewish wife; he's busy making money every day.

Ye Qingxue blinked hard, wondering if she had gotten too excited.

She thought that after her master left, there would be no more of this kind of special tutoring.

But upon closer inspection, she discovered that there really was a new mission.

Therefore, the task was not actually issued by the master, but was already present in the bracelet itself.

Or perhaps... this was the last thing Master set before he left?

Ye Qingxue couldn't quite understand it for a moment. Looking out the window at the deep, still night, she quietly lay back down, her past mission experiences flashing through her mind.

She didn't get out of bed until the first light of dawn.

Regardless, we need to find this so-called weapons designer first.

After washing up and having breakfast, she walked out of the tent, where the sounds of clashing armor from outside the city slowly began to rise again.

She wasn't searching aimlessly; based on the literal meaning of the task, the first person she thought of was the army blacksmith.

In wartime, weapons should be repaired quickly; in peacetime, weapons should be maintained to reduce weapon wear and tear.

This also has something to do with weapons designers.

Ye Qingxue quickly walked to an open space behind the camp, where the clanging sound of blacksmithing could be heard from about a dozen small huts.

When someone saw Ye Qingxue arrive, they immediately went into the small house to look for her.

Soon a burly man came out of the small house and immediately stepped forward when he saw Ye Qingxue: "Young Madam, may I ask who you are looking for?"

The big man was muscular and strong, with a dark but honest-looking face covered in a layer of black coal ash.

Ye Qingxue smiled at him: "How many of you repair weapons?"

"Young Madam, our camp has a total of seventy-two blacksmiths," the burly man reported the number earnestly.

Ye Qingxue nodded: "Take me to see it."

"Yes," the burly man replied hastily.

Ye Qingxue slowly walked into one small house after another, occasionally feeling a wave of heat, and constantly having to guard against parts that might accidentally fly at her.

She watched intently as the burly man carefully led the way, appearing calm on the surface but actually drenched in sweat.

He couldn't understand why a young mistress like her would have to suffer in their place.

Could it be that the young general was dissatisfied with their skills and sent her to inspect them?

Wouldn't he, as the battalion commander, be punished?

Hmm, that shouldn't be the case. He checked everything that came out of the camp; there shouldn't be any problems.

Should we admit our mistake now and ask for leniency?

The big man thought timidly.

Suddenly, another wave of hot air hit me, mixed with the pungent smell of coal ash.

The big man was inwardly groaning.

Good heavens, how could they possibly get away with getting such a beautiful woman like the young mistress all dirty?

Not to mention, if the young mistress were to bump into anything, the young general would definitely hang him up and beat him!

The big man wiped the sweat from his forehead, already mentally considering 108 ways he could die.

Thankfully, we finished walking soon.

As soon as they left the last small house, the burly man immediately spoke up: "Young Madam, you've had a long journey. Do you have any advice for this trip?"

Ye Qingxue sighed as she felt the stillness of the space around her.

The big man clenched both fists.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving now." Ye Qingxue said this and turned to leave gracefully.

The burly man, bewildered by the wind: ...?

Are they so ruined that they don't even have a chance to correct their mistakes?

Ye Qingxue was so focused on the mission that she didn't notice the burly man behind her collapsing.

She frowned as she walked out, but suddenly stopped and turned around as if she had thought of something.

The burly man's eyes lit up: "Young Madam..."

Before Ye Qingxue could speak, she felt a gust of wind beside her, and a figure ran past her with clattering footsteps.

"Father! I have a brilliant design! This time you definitely won't stop me from doing it!"

In that instant, Ye Qingxue heard a "ding" sound in her mind.

"Congratulations, host, on completing mission seven. Your reward is a full upgrade of your Spirit Field Space."

Ye Qingxue was startled, her eyes widening instantly as she looked at the figure that had just run past.

Judging from his voice and size, Ye Qingxue estimated that he was a boy who was only about ten years old.

Ye Qingxue watched his retreating figure intently, recalling what he had just said—"A brilliant design."

It turns out the person she was looking for was so young.

The big man's heart was pounding. He blinked frantically at his son, "Xiao Feng, go back first. Dad is still busy. Wait for Dad for a while."

Good heavens, I'm still being investigated by the higher-ups, won't the child running away leave a bad impression on the young mistress?

The big man felt as if the sky had fallen.

Seeing that the young mistress was staring intently at his child, he sensed something was wrong. He stepped aside to shield himself from the wind and gave Ye Qingxue a fawning smile: "Young mistress, you..."

Ye Qingxue pointed at Xiao Feng: "Is this your child?"

The burly man trembled almost imperceptibly: "Yes..."

"Can I say a few words to him?" Ye Qingxue asked softly.

The burly man blinked blankly, and judging from Ye Qingxue's tone, it didn't seem like she was going to interrogate him. "...Alright, Xiao Feng, call her over. This is the young mistress."

Xiao Feng is very handsome, and even at a young age he has a charming demeanor: "Greetings, young mistress."

Ye Qingxue waved her hand: "Xiao Feng, what brilliant thing did you just say you designed?"

Xiao Feng glanced at his father, then looked at the very beautiful older sister in front of him, and obediently answered: "It's an automatic cannon machine. It's made of bamboo strips woven into the shape of a bird, and its belly is filled with gunpowder. The two wings have launch tubes. Once the fuse is lit, it can fly to a very far place. When it lands, the flames go into its belly and it explodes quickly!"

Xiao Feng became more and more excited as he talked. Seeing that Ye Qingxue was listening attentively, he even planned to tell her what poisonous herbs were added to the gunpowder in order to make it more effective.

The big man felt a little embarrassed. Although he thought his son's idea was pretty good, any invention or creation requires experimental design. It's impossible to just come up with a product on a whim. And there were no conditions here to conduct experiments on a ten-year-old child. If he rashly said these things in front of the young mistress, he might be ridiculed.

He immediately stepped forward and smiled at Ye Qingxue: "Kids just think about playing around, how would they know these things?"

Xiao Feng immediately pouted: "Dad! I've read a lot of books too!"

The big man ruffled Xiao Feng's hair, signaling him to stop talking.

Ye Qingxue shook her head: "I think Xiaofeng's idea is very good, and it has the potential to be realized."

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up: "Really!"

Ye Qingxue nodded with a smile.

In fact, this is the prototype of the Divine Fire Flying Crow in history.

It's truly remarkable that a child could come up with something like this. If she hadn't come today, such talent might not have been discovered for a long time.

Ye Qingxue had the idea of ​​using this child.

She quickly glanced at the supermarket during this upgrade and noticed that the area featured was the 23rd-century machinery design section.

If various ingenious combat concealed weapons and fierce firepower weapons could be made, they would be like a divine aid to the current battlefield!

However, the intricacies involved are complex and cannot be easily replicated by anyone.

Ye Qingxue could only make things that she had designed herself.

I wonder if this child has this talent.

Thinking this, she smiled at Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, your design is fantastic, but we're at war right now, so we don't have the time or resources to let you experiment with the best weaving shapes, nor can we let you test the amount of gunpowder."

Xiao Feng's eyes darkened, and his voice softened: "I know..."

"However, I have some fully designed blueprints here." Ye Qingxue tilted her head to look at him. "Xiao Feng, would you like to try making a finished product?"

The embers in Xiao Feng's eyes reignited, and she looked at Ye Qingxue with sparkling eyes: "Young Madam! May I?"

Ye Qingxue nodded: "Of course you can. If Xiaofeng wants to do it, he should ask his father for permission."

"Father!" Xiao Feng immediately turned to look at the big man, "I want to do it!"

"This..." The burly man hesitated, glancing at Ye Qingxue. "Young Madam, this boy..."

Ye Qingxue nodded firmly at him: "Xiao Feng is a very good kid, you should let him give it a try."

The burly man looked down and saw a happy smile on his child's face that he had never shown before, and finally smiled helplessly.

"Good good."

"Thank you, daddy!"