Cheng Yaojin was stunned.
There was nothing wrong with what he said.
The bow had just been made. If he pulled it, it would be ruined.
Was Feng Zi praising him for his strength or mocking him for ruining the bow?
He thought for a moment but did not say anything. However, he agreed with Feng Zi and said, "You're right. With my strength, it will definitely be ruined if I pull it …"
He then turned to Cheng Chumo and glared at him. "Lao Tzu is so strong, but you can't even pull the bow. What's the use of you?"
As he spoke, he slapped Cheng Chumo. The latter screamed in fear, but he did not dare to dodge. He could only look at Zhang Feng for help.
Zhang Feng naturally knew what was going on. He didn't want to save Iron Bull, but he still had to make the bow. He had no choice but to persuade him, "Old Chen, that's enough. It's not Iron Bull's fault that the bow can't be drawn. There are still important things that haven't been installed.
Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin's interest was piqued. He stopped what he was doing and asked with a smile, "What else do you need to install?"
When Zhang Feng saw that Cheng Yaojin had stopped moving, he no longer paid attention to him. Instead, he looked at Arjinnon and said with a serious face, "Take out two thin steel pipes. They must be so long that they can fit between the handle and the bowstring."
Arjinnon frowned. He had some doubts, but he did not plan to say anything. He glanced at the bow and made a rough estimation. Then, he turned and left.
Cheng Yaojin was not satisfied. He asked, "Feng Zi, what are you going to do with the steel pipes?"
"You'll know in a moment."
Zhang Feng did not plan to explain. He waved his hand impatiently. Then, he seemed to think of something and continued, "You can't continue to hit Iron Bull …"
As soon as he said that, Cheng Chumo looked at Zhang Feng as if he was looking at his second parent. If he were a woman, he would have given himself to Zhang Feng. On the other hand, Zhangsun Chong and the others were not brothers at all.
When his father hit him, he didn't even dare to fart. Feng Zi was more reliable.
Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Zi with even more passion and gratitude.
However, Zhang Feng's next sentence caused him to be taken aback.
"If you want to forge Iron Bull, go home and do it slowly. Don't make the forging workshop bleed …"
This …
Cheng Chumo cried.
He originally thought that Feng Zi had found his conscience.
She was going to plead for him.
In the end …
However, this guy was afraid that Old Cheng would beat him up on the mountain.
He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
He couldn't help but shift his gaze to this damned old man.
Cheng Yaojin gave Zhang Feng a knowing look and said with a smile, "I understand. I won't hit him anymore. Let's save some face for this kid first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Arkinnon also came back. He was holding several steel pipes in his hand. They were of different thicknesses and lengths.
"Director, I've brought the things back. How do you think I should use them?"
Zhang Feng took one of the steel pipes and carefully examined it. Then, he looked at everyone and said, "Old Cheng, these two steel pipes are tied to the two auxiliary bowstrings. The other end is facing the bow handle."
Cheng Yaojin was a little dumbfounded.
Why were there steel pipes tied to the bowstrings?
Although these two auxiliary bowstrings were not as powerful as the main bowstring, why were there still steel pipes tied to them?
This was something that had never happened before.
He asked in confusion, "Feng Zi, what are you doing? Why do you need to tie steel pipes to them? "
"Increasing pressure."
Zhang Feng replied solemnly and looked at the bow and arrow. "Don't think that there are three bowstrings. In fact, they all exert force together, so the pressure will be gathered together. The purpose of this steel pipe is to disperse the pressure. Then, the three bowstrings exert force together. The pressure increases, and the power increases at the same time …"
Everyone felt a headache coming on.
Especially Cheng Yaojin. He didn't know what pressure was at all.
He just wanted Feng Zi to explain the use of the steel pipe and whether it was good or not.
In the end, this guy talked a lot and didn't seem to intend to stop. This was a headache.
He quickly waved his hand. "Stop, stop, stop. Feng Zi, we don't understand what you're saying."
"I didn't expect you to understand in the first place."
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes at Cheng Yaojin. He didn't intend to talk about it, but this guy asked. Well, then, he would talk about it. Moreover, he wasn't talking to Old Cheng, because he knew that this guy wouldn't understand. So, he was talking to Old Cheng. This guy still had a righteous look on his face. Zhang Feng said, "These things are too profound. It's fine if you don't understand. Now, let's get to work."
After that, he glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Yaojin. He said, "Old Cheng, tie these two steel pipes to the two auxiliary bowstrings. The other end faces the bow handle."
Cheng Yaojin said, "Oh." He didn't know if it was because he had been taught a lesson or something else. This time, he didn't ask any questions and just started working.
Soon, the steel pipes were fixed. He looked at Zhang Feng. "Feng Zi, what do we do now?"
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