When the old man learned that Yang Shubao needed a bowstring, he corrected his attitude: "Do you want to make it yourself or buy it?"

"If you can do it yourself, do it yourself. It's not about saving money, but mainly enjoying the process of DIY." Lao Yang said with a sigh.

The old man snorted and laughed: "If you make it yourself, do you want to use the finished product to make it or use it to make it with bare hands?"

"What does it mean?" Uncle Yang couldn't understand.

The old man further explained: "The finished twisted product is made of fishing lines, tire strips, nylon lines, and Kevlar lines as materials. It is relatively simple; it is troublesome to make it by hand. You have to use the tendons of the animal to make it dry, and then tannate it step by step into bowstrings."

Uncle Yang asked, “Which one is better?”

The old man smiled: "You'd better spend money to buy it. As soon as you hear your words, you will know that you are an outsider! You can't DIY. Do you know this? A weapon! If you haven't come into contact with it before, it's impossible to make a bowstring in a short time!"

"Okay," Uncle Yang sighed and asked again, "What materials do I have to buy if I buy it?"

The old man smacked his lips and said, "I really don't know what to say, you are a completely novice. Darkron, Kevlar fiber speed, ff2000 super speed, and 8125g competition bowstrings, etc. There are too many tricks here. What do you want to do first?"

"Fight, the greater the power of the bow string, the better, the farther the arrow shoots, the better, and the stronger it is, the better." Yang Shubao expressed his needs.

The old man said, "What are your needs? Then I need a girl to pursue. The more beautiful she is, the better, the more virtuous she is, the better, the healthier she is, and the more sensible she is, the better. Come on, find me such a girl."

"Nicole." Uncle Yang said naturally.

The old man was stunned and said, "You are right. But if you simply pursue great power, take off the steel plate of the tractor and use a wire cable to pull the double-up force, so that the bowstring strength can be calculated by tons. In short, you raised a stupid question."

"The greater the pound force, the better, because in theory, the limit of tension that human muscles can withstand should be five hundred pounds. The maximum tension record in reality is a 200-pound English longbow. A British man used this bow to shoot a 2-ounce arrow. The speed of the arrow reached 330fps and the range was 466 yards. This is the current limit."

Uncle Yang was confused, and he asked in a low-key manner: "What does this record represent?"

The old man said, "I'll change the statement you can understand. The British used this bow and arrow to shoot through an iron barrel filled with sand, and all the ordinary rifle bullets I had tested before could shoot through it!"

Uncle Yang exclaimed: "It's so powerful."

He underestimated the weapon of bow and arrow. After learning some common sense from the old man, he went back to find the elves to ask them about their pulling limits.

The elves were as confused: "The limit of pulling? What is this?"

Lao Yang smiled contemptuously: "Rookie! Xiaobai!"

Ma Long waved his hand and said, "What is the limit of tension? No need to ask, asking is just a fuck! We can make bowstrings ourselves and make them with the tendons of wild beasts."

"How is the tendons of Dalin antel?" asked Uncle Yang.

Ma Long shook his head: "Strong but not sensitive, strong but not flexible. What we need is animals that run fast and have strong explosive power. The tendons of Dalin Ling are just strong and have no advantages in other aspects."

Yang Shubao said: "That's a leopard. The leopard is the most suitable for the requirements you mentioned."

"Actually, civets can do it, but their tendons should be relatively small, and multiple tendons need to be wrapped together." Green said.

Yang Shubao asked, "How many bowstrings can our civet make?"

"Wait, lord, is it meaningful for us to discuss this? Can we hunt civets and take tendons to make bowstrings?" Lucy asked.

Several men looked at each other, then shrugged: After a discussion, they were as fierce as a tiger, and they looked at it.

With a cry of an eagle, the fierce eagle flew from a distance. After it flew to the top of the horse's head, it did not fall, but circled and rotated.

John looked sharp and he looked up and reached out and said, "Look at what is it grabbing in its claws?"

"It seems like a bird?"

"Let it fly down, don't catch my rat bird!"

Ma Long whistled, and the fierce eagle circled and fell down, as if he was stepping down a spiral staircase, with a chic and mighty posture.

Its claws were indeed a bird, a dove.

The monster elves touched their noses and left. Feng Diao was a carnivorous animal and must hunt small beasts and birds. They could not stand this kind of thing, but could not stop Feng Diao from eating, so they had to be clean.

Yang Shubao said: "Wait first, don't let it eat it. These are pigeons raised by others, not wild birds."

The white pigeon is fat and tender, with a small ring on its claws. It is either private or scientific research institute breeding. It is not wild anyway.

Ma Long opened his hand and let go of the pigeon unhappily.

"Dead." Ma Long said regretfully.

Yang Shubao squatted down and started studying. When he saw the pigeon, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a good idea: Fei Ge passed on a letter!

There is no cell phone signal around the resort town, which makes it inconvenient for him to contact the outside world. If you have any questions, you have to drive to notify each other.

If there is a group of carrier pigeons shuttled around in the morning and evening, wouldn’t it be convenient to exchange information?

He said his thoughts and said, "How about it, I'll get a flock of pigeons back. John, please help me train me to be a carrier pigeon. Isn't that a problem?"

John said relaxedly: "No pressure."

The two things came together. In the afternoon, Yang Shubao drove to Heluhluwe in the scorching sun. He wanted to buy bowstrings and carrier pigeons, and he also wanted to find Hall to ask what he had to do with him.

Every time he goes to the farmers' market, he gets flirted with it. This time he doesn't go there by himself, but waits for Hall to be his agent.

He drove on the road three times, and suddenly he chased after a horse from behind and honked his horn.

Yang Shubao turned the handlebar and left a gap to the side of the road to overtake, but Maha suddenly drove over and drove with him, and then honked the horn.

Now Yang Shubao became angry and was looking for a blow!

He took off his goggles and glared at Ma, he shouted, "What to press? Are you looking for trouble?"

A black face appeared in the passenger's car window, and the man shouted: "Our boss asked me to tell you that it was Jill Allan Poe who honked the horn!"

When Yang Shubao heard this, he was a little confused: "Who is your boss? Jill is in your car?"

"Our boss is Jill Allan Poe!"

This is not a Matatu, but a bus from the Tasitar tribe, and the one who drives is Jill.

The two of them are good friends. Yang Shubao was happy when he saw Jill's big and fat black face from the car window.

As the car slowed down, Jill poked his head out of the window and asked, "Hey, Yang, where are you going?"

"Hluhluwe, where are you?"

"We are also going to Hluhluwe, but isn't this obvious? I mean where are you going?"

"I'm going to buy something, maybe I'm going to a place like a farmer's market."

Jill smiled and said, "The fate is here, man, our destination is the same."
Chapter completed!