Zhou Heng nodded, looked at Zhu Yunmo and laughed.

"Of course, today's experiment was successful. If the alcohol could be purified and brought enough quantity, it would be fine to fly for a day and overnight. However, this propulsion device needs to be improved. Look at the hands of Yao Blacksmith and Pang Qi, this is too laborious."

Zhu Yunmo's eyes fell on Yao Blacksmith and Pang Qi's hands. Sure enough, they were scratched on their hands, and several scars had already oozed blood. Both of them were strong people. Their hands were so capable that they could see that the shaking handle was really unscathing.

"So why don't you say it if you are injured?"

Yao Blacksmith felt a little embarrassed and hid his hand behind him.

"This test flight made us look like this. We were too guilty. Besides, we were not hurt, so there was nothing."

As the carriage swayed, the car stopped and everyone got out of the car. The car behind it was transported directly to the northernmost side of the construction site. Yao Blacksmith quickly gave Zhou Heng a gift.

"Young Master, then I'll improve it now. I guess it will be able to improve it in the evening. Will we try flying again later?"

Zhou Heng nodded, "No hurry. When making the blowtorch, you have to make a few larger tanks. This short distance is OK. If you fly for a long time and fill the alcohol in the middle too much, it is still too dangerous. You can improve it first, and then the test flight will be accompanied by the sharpshooter."

Yao Blacksmith quickly retreated, and Pang Qi was also very sensible and followed Zhu Yunmo directly. Boss Xue approached Zhou Heng a little and said in a low voice:

"The operation of this flying ball requires a few people to practice it specifically. The judgment of wind direction and speed must be very accurate. There are still some problems in operating completely according to the previous manual."

Zhou Heng also knew that he was helpless, but there was no such person in Beishan.

"Our idea is good, but this flying ball is not easy to control. If you follow the sharpshooter or the oil bottle to throw the ball, you really need to follow the army."

As soon as Zhou Heng finished speaking, several carriages turned around not far away, and Fang Hua, dressed in red, waved to Zhou Heng from afar.

"Job Zhou's judge, Zhou's judge!"

Zhou Heng looked sideways and paused when he saw Fang Hua’s expression. Although this kid is responsible for the supervisor here, he runs into the palace every few days. Who is this person here today?

After thinking about it, Zhou Heng still accelerated his pace and walked towards their carriage.

"Xiao Fang is here!"

When Fang Hua heard this title, he smiled like a flower on his face, completely losing his usual appearance. He quickly took two steps.

"I just love to hear this title. Look, who am I bringing here?"

Zhou Heng did not be polite to him, and looked in the direction of his finger. The carriage was picked out and the old general Cang looked at him and smiled. This made Zhou Heng stunned and quickly walked over.

"Why are you here, Old General Cang?"

Cang Yuanshan deliberately frowned and gave Zhou Heng a blank look.

"Brother Zhou, what are you talking about? There is a sea of ​​swords and fire here. I can't come to see it. Besides, why did the prosthetic limb you mentioned have disappeared? I came to supervise the worker."

Zhou Heng almost laughed and quickly saluted General Cang.

"But I'm wrongly accused of killing Boy Zhou. I'm having something to do today. I was busy here and I was thinking of going to invite you tomorrow. The molds here have been made and you can start testing and filling. You must try this yourself."

Cang Yuanshan pursed his lips and held back his smile on his face, waved his hand at Zhou Heng.

"Don't say it nicely, hurry up and take me over and take a look."

Zhou Heng turned around and looked at Boss Xue. Boss Xue nodded quickly, instantly understood what Zhou Heng meant, bowed and said:

"Please take the lead. The younger one will ask Manager Yao to go there and he will store the mold separately."

Zhou Heng waved his hand, and Boss Xue walked quickly. Fang Hua pointed to Beishan above the pipe and said:

"Let's go up first. The first time the Old General Cang came here, this is a rare thing. His descendant always praised him. I'll ask all the veteran generals to come down together to have fun?"

Zhou Heng paused, "Everyone? Who else is here?"

Fang Hua pointed at the carriages behind.

"All have come, you will know when you go up later. Now let me keep it aside."

Zhou Heng smiled and didn't say anything. He then got on the carriage. The carriage went straight to the workshop on the hillside. As soon as he got off, he saw Yao Blacksmith and Boss Xue running over quickly. Obviously, their speed was not slow and they were trying their best to calm down their breathing.

"Old General Cang is here. First take out the mold and compare it, and then prepare to infuse it. The color should be consistent with the skin tone."

Cang Yuanshan kept waving, "The color doesn't matter, just look like a hand."

Following this order, a burst of laughter came from behind.

"Give him a little white. When this old guy was young, he was like a scholar."

Zhou Heng turned around and found that it was not someone else who followed him, but Ning Yuanhou. He was sitting in a wheelchair and laughing constantly. This was completely different from the Ning Yuanhou who roared at any time before.

This is how people are. Once they are in a good mood, their body repair speed is amazing. In just over half a month, Ning Yuanhou seems to have gained weight.

Cang Yuanshan snorted, "Old Man Lu would have known that he would have made trouble if he hadn't brought you with him. I saw that your legs and feet have recovered, and he was getting back to life at this age. He was like a naughty boy, too lazy to pay attention to you."

Zhou Heng quickly greeted him. It was Fang Hua's ability to invite this person out, but it would be nice to come out and take a look at him.

"Zhou Heng has seen Ning Yuanhou. We have made prosthetic limbs here for a while, so we went to have a wine. The silver dragon fish here is absolutely unique. It is unique when roasted and eaten. Of course, there is a wine better than peach blossoms."

When he talked about this, Ning Yuanhou laughed instantly.

"Just because of this, I'll have a good drink with me later."

Cang Yuanshan hummed for a long time, too lazy to pay attention to this old guy.

Zhou Heng quickly signaled Cang Yuanshan and Ning Yuanhou and followed him into the room. There was a lively scene here, with sweaty people constantly busy.

Yao Blacksmith was quick to move and found a package in a cabinet.

He took it to Cang Yuanshan and opened it. There was nothing to see about a wooden mold. Yao Blacksmith reached out to lift the mold.

It was actually hollowed out in the middle, with an arm-shaped inside, a silver stick in the middle, and branches similar to five fingers on it, each with joints on it, Cang Yuanshan looked curious.

"I understand. This is a prosthetic limb, but what is this iron stick used for?"

Zhou Heng picked it up and gestured, then said:

"If we use rubber alone, the prosthesis is too light and too soft. Since we want to do it, we have to make skinny, one is touch and the other is weight. It can be comfortable to touch and use it."

Ning Yuanhou followed him over, looked up, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Boy Zhou is still different to you. Hurry up and try it, so we can go and eat."

Cang Yuanshan was really helpless at this Ning Yuanhou and was a little annoyed when he stared at him.

"I said, Old Man Lu, are you here with me to make prosthetics, or are you going to eat and drink?"

Ning Yuanhou coughed, "Everyone, just hurry up, why are you sour and rotten like those great scholars? The older you get, the more pretentious it becomes."

Cang Yuanshan felt powerless, but it was useless to resist him invited by him, so he waved to Zhou Heng.

"Okay, then start!"

Yao Blacksmith had already sent someone to prepare the colored latex. This thing was just warm and not hot. He sat on a chair and wrapped the broken limbs with a layer of film, putting it on the edge of the mold to fit the right position.

Yao Blacksmith carried the metal bone with two silk threads and began to inject latex. Soon after, he saw that the latex was about to overflow, so he quickly covered the lid and kept hitting the edge of the mold.

Ning Yuanhou approached with curiosity.

"What is this for?"

Although Cang Yuanshan was upset with Ning Yuanhou's mouth, he also wanted to know this question, and Zhou Heng said with a smile:

"We want to keep improving. The latex has a very high viscosity. We are afraid that there will be bubbles on the spot where they are combined with it, so we have to knock it and try to let the bubbles be discharged, so that the surface is smoother."

Cang Yuanshan nodded, but suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I forgot something, can I make a request?"
Chapter completed!