The others were confused as well, but they knew it was not the time to ask questions. They kept their mouths shut and focused on the bow in Arkinnon's hands, trying to figure out the secret behind it.
The wood was very hard, and it took Arkinnon a lot of effort to separate the two ends. He raised the bow with a serious face and said to Zhang Feng, "Director, is this okay?"
Zhang Feng looked at it carefully and confirmed that there was no problem. He said, "No problem. Now put the pulley in. Put the steel pulley in. Remember, put the pulley on both ends."
Arkinnon nodded and tried hard to separate the two ends, but there was no room for the pulley. He had no choice but to ask Cheng Chumo for help. "Brother Iron Bull, please help me."
Cheng Chumo was happy to help. He picked up the pulley and put it in. However, the hole Arkinnon had made was too narrow. He had to use all his strength to put it in.
Seeing that all the work was done, Zhang Feng continued, "Now put the beef tendon on both ends of the bow handle. It must be long. First, wrap it around the pulley, then around the teeth of the pulley, and finally around the bowstring. The last loop is also the most important one, which is the last bowstring. Therefore, they must complement each other and must not be interrupted midway.
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be secretly speechless.
Beef tendon on the pulley? Three loops? The bowstring is the last loop?
That's too much pressure, isn't it?
No wonder it was said that the bow needed 200 stones of strength to draw.
That's the logic.
Cheng Yaojin was an experienced soldier, but this was the first time he had seen a bow like this.
The bows in the barracks all had one string. None of them had three strings like Feng Zi's.
Although two of them were useless, the power of a real bowstring was still very strong.
He was just guessing. However, based on his experience in the army, the power of the bow must be very strong. The three strings alone were not something an ordinary person could draw.
But wasn't it too exhausting?
Could it be used?
He was confused. "Feng Zi," he asked, "isn't the three strings a bit too much? Normally, it can't be used. "
He was worried that Iron Bull wouldn't be able to use the bow when the time came. Furthermore, he was preparing to make some for the soldiers. How could he use them when the pressure was so great?
Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng said, "Old Cheng, you are so strong. What are you worried about?"
Cheng Yaojin smiled awkwardly. He couldn't possibly say that he wanted to steal their skills, so he had to find an excuse. "I'm just worried that Iron Bull and Bug won't be able to use it."
Before Zhang Feng could reply, Cheng Chumo jumped out. He seemed to be unable to accept Old Cheng's "mockery" and looked unconvinced. "Who said I can't use it? I can use it."
Although he didn't know what his father was planning, he could tell from his father's words that he didn't want to give it to him. How could he agree to that?
"Slap …"
Cheng Yaojin slapped Cheng Chumo on the head and said resentfully, "F * ck off. What do you know? Lao Tzu and Feng Zi are talking. Is there any place for you to interrupt?"
As he spoke, he slapped Cheng Chumo on the head again.
Cheng Chumo was probably scared by the slap. He kept retreating and didn't dare to interrupt.
Everyone looked at him sympathetically and mourned for him for three seconds. They hoped that there wasn't such a father in heaven.
After venting, Cheng Yaojin was in a good mood. He looked at Zhang Feng and continued the topic. "Feng Zi, what I meant was that this thing is good. I'm just worried that these puppies won't be able to use it."
Zhang Feng didn't quite understand. He said with a smile, "Don't worry. Didn't I ask you to make 1.8-meter-tall, 1.5-meter-tall, and 1.3-meter-tall bow handles? Naturally, they won't be able to draw this 1.8-meter-tall bow, but there are still 1.5-meter-tall ones."
"1.5-meter-tall ones?"
Cheng Yaojin's neck tilted.
A 1.8-meter-tall bow was too stressful. A 1.5-meter-tall one should be no problem.
Moreover, the soldiers in the military camp should be able to use it.
Thinking about it, he picked up the bow handle and gestured. "Feng Zi, this is 1.5-meter-tall, right?"
Zhang Feng nodded. "That's right. This is 1.5-meter-tall. Iron Bull and the others can use it."
Cheng Yaojin was delighted and quickly said, "Then hurry up and make it."
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes at Cheng Yaojin and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Put the bowstring on both ends of the bow handle. "
Cheng Yaojin said, "Oh." He didn't care about Zhang Feng's dissatisfied expression. He turned to Cheng Chumo and the others and snorted. "Iron Bull, come and pull the tendons. Worm and Da Bing, come and help. You three want to eat ready-made puppies. Don't be idle."
Cheng Chumo had already been traumatized by Cheng Yaojin's words, and this snort made him shiver. He didn't dare to disobey his father's orders, so he could only obediently go to help.
Zhangsun, Chong, and Du Gou didn't plan to help because they knew their own strength. The bowstring was so strong. How could they pull it?
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