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

"I can do it myself, not to save money, but to enjoy the DIY process. Lao Yang said angrily.

The old man snorted: "If you make it yourself, do you want to use the finished product to grind it or make it by hand?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Shubao didn't understand.

The old man further explained: "The finished twisting is made of fishing line, tire strips, nylon threads, and Kevlar threads, which is relatively simple; ”

Yang Shubao asked, "Which is better?"

The old man smiled: "You better spend money to buy it, as soon as I hear your words, I know that you are a layman! You can't DIY, do you know that this is a murder weapon? If you haven't touched it before, it's impossible to make a homemade bowstring in a short time!"

"Okay," Yang Shubao sighed and asked, "If I buy it, what materials do I have to buy?"

The old man smacked his lips and said, "I really don't know what to say, you are completely a novice." Dakron, Kevlar Fiber Speed, FF2000 Super Speed, and 8125G Race Bowstring, etc., there are too many doorways in this, what do you want to do first?"

"Fight, anyway, the more powerful this bowstring is, the better it can shoot arrows as far as possible, and the stronger and more durable the better. Yang Shubao said the demand.

The old man said, "What do you need? Then I need a girl to pursue, the more beautiful she is, the more virtuous she is, the healthier she is, the more sensible she is, come, you can find me such a girl." ”

"Nicole. Yang Shubao said as a matter of course.

The old man was stunned and said, "You're right. However, if you simply pursue high power, then take down the steel plate of the tractor and use the steel wire cable to pull it up, so that the bowstring strength can be calculated by tons, in short, you are raising a stupid question. ”

"The bowstring is not as strong as possible, because theoretically the maximum tension that human muscles can withstand should be 500 pounds, and the record for the largest pull in reality is a 200-pound English longbow, and an Englishman used this bow to shoot a 2-ounce arrow, with a speed of 330 FPS and a range of 466 yards, which is already the current limit. ”

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

The old man said, "Let me put it another way you can understand, the Englishman shot through an iron bucket full of sand with this bow and arrow, and all the ordinary rifle bullets that were tested before could not penetrate it!"

Yang Shubao exclaimed: "The power is so great. ”

He underestimated the bow and arrow, and after learning some common sense from the old man, he went back to the elves and asked them about their pulling limits.

The elves were confused, "The pull limit? What is this?"

Lao Yang smiled contemptuously: "Rookie!

Ma Long waved his hand and said, "What is the limit of tensile force? No need to ask, just ask! We can make our own bowstring, and we can make it with the hoof tendons of wild beasts." ”

"How's the tendons of the Great Forest Antelope?" asked Yang Shubao.

Ma Long shook his head: "Strong but not sensitive, strong but not smart, what we need is an animal that runs fast and has strong explosive power, and the tendons of the big forest antelope are only strong, and there is no advantage in other aspects." ”

Yang Shubao said: "Then it has to be a leopard, and the leopard best meets these requirements you said." ”

"Actually, civets can also be, but their tendons should be relatively small, and they need to be intertwined. Green advised.

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

"Wait, city lord, does it make sense for us to discuss this?

Several men looked at each other, and then shrugged their shoulders: the discussion was as fierce as a tiger, and the result was pestle.

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

John's eyes were sharp, and he looked up and stretched out his hand and said, "What do you see in its claws?"

"Like a bird?"

"Let it fly down, don't catch Lao Tzu's rat and bird!"

Ma Long whistled, and the fierce eagle circled and fell, like stepping on a spiral staircase to go downstairs, with a chic and mighty posture.

It does have a bird in its talons, a pigeon.

The monster elves touched their noses and left, the eagle is a carnivore, and they must hunt small beasts and birds, they can't see this kind of thing, but they can't stop the eagle from eating, so they have to see it out of sight.

Yang Shubao said: "Wait first, don't let it eat, this is a pigeon, not a wild bird." ”

The white pigeon is fat and tender, and wears a small ring on its paws, which is either privately bred or bred by scientific research institutes, and is not wild anyway.

Malone opened his hand, and the fierce eagle let go of the pigeon unhappily.

"Dead. Malone said regretfully.

Yang Shubao squatted down to study, and when he saw the pigeon, he suddenly had a good idea: flying pigeons!

There is no mobile phone signal around the resort town, so it is very inconvenient for him to contact the outside, and he has to drive to inform each other of anything.

If there is a flock of carrier pigeons shuttling in the morning and evening, wouldn't it be convenient to exchange information?

He expressed his thoughts and said, "How about I'll get a bunch of pigeons back, John, you can help me train to be carrier pigeons, it's not a problem, right?"

John said lightly, "No pressure. ”

The two things came together, and in the afternoon Yang Shubao braved the scorching sun to drive to Hluchluwe, he wanted to buy a bowstring, buy a carrier pigeon, and go to Hall to ask him what was the matter.

Every time he goes to the farmer's market, he gets into trouble, and this time he doesn't go himself, but waits for Hall to be the agent.

The third wheel was driving on the road, and a horse suddenly chased after him from behind, and then honked his horn.

Yang Shubao twisted the handlebars to the side of the road to leave a gap for overtaking, but Ma He burst over to meet him, and then still honked his horn.

Now Yang Shubao is angry, looking for pumping!

He took off his goggles and glared at his horse, and he suddenly shouted, "What are you pressing?"

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

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

"Our boss is Jill Edgar Allan Poe!"

This is not a matatu, but a bus of the Tasitar tribe, driven by Gil.

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

The car slowed to a halt, and Jill poked his head out of the window and asked, "Hey, Yang, where are you going?"

"What about you, Hluhluwe?"

"We're going to Hlukhluwe too, but isn't that obvious? I mean where are you going?"

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

Jill smiled, "It's fate, man, we're all on the same page." ”

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