Shan Mancheng and Shen Qingqian were separated by a grass curtain, but he could hear their conversation clearly.

Hearing this, Shan Mancheng couldn't help but think deeply, what was the origin of the Shen family in the past?

Shan Mancheng didn't know the identity of the Shen family in the past, but he subconsciously felt that it would be safer to follow Shen Qingqian's side, so he insisted on coming here to recuperate.

As a result, it is not normal to become a brother, he is cold and indifferent to him when he is at home, and he has to rely on himself for everything when he is not at home, not to mention how aggrieved he is.

Fortunately, his injuries have improved after two days of recuperation, and he will not feel out of breath after walking a few steps in the house today.

Shan Mancheng thought about all the officials surnamed Shen in the DPRK that he knew, and eliminated a few impossibilities, leaving only one possibility.

Yes, if it is Mrs. Shen's granddaughter, then Shen Qingqian's ability will also have a way forward.

As if thinking of something big, Shan Mancheng's face became a little dark.

Outside the curtain, Shen Qingqian had already said all the problems he had seen, and thinking that Shan Mancheng was still here, he asked casually, "Shan Gongzi hasn't rested yet, right?"

This afternoon, a military doctor came to see Shan Mancheng for a follow-up, so she didn't ask much, and only brought the medicine and rice before dinner.

Now that you're here, let's ask him about it by the way.

However, Sheng Ze's face did not change and said, "He has already slept."

The corners of Ling Yun's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but look at Sheng Ze's expression, but he was guilty in his heart, thanks to the master's words, they went directly to the Shen family when they came back, how could they know about Shan Mancheng's situation?

Shen Qingqian didn't feel anything, and nodded thoughtfully, "It's okay to sleep, the injured person can only get better if he sleeps well."

Shan Mancheng, who was separated by a curtain, was about to vomit blood when he heard it, but he was not good at speaking out at this time, isn't this a face that is beaten into three? If he did this, he estimated that he would be even worse when he got married.

The Shen family brothers and sisters didn't stay long, and soon went back.

Sheng Ze took the drawings and stared at Shen Qingqian's pointing points for a long time.

"Chengyun, Ming'er is looking for someone to make these." Sheng Ze looked at Ling Yun.

Because Shan Mancheng lives at home, the two of them also shouted under a pseudonym in private.

Ling Yun grimaced, "Two more days will be the day of inspection, how can it be done in such a short time?"

"Don't you know how to do carpentry? Tomorrow I'll go to the Ordnance Superintendent to find tools, and I'll get them with you when I come back." Sheng Ze didn't care.

Ling Yun choked, "Am I a carpenter?" It's so easy to carve a pig for my little sister when I'm so big."

And that pig doesn't look like a pig, but the little sister has to make something for him.

"I'm sure you can do it well." Sheng Ze patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back to his house.

Lingyun: Is it a good thing or a bad thing for "......" to be so trusted by his master?

Not to mention whether the equipment designed by Sheng Ze to test the training results was made or not, from this night, the temperature in northern Hubei suddenly dropped significantly, so that many of Shen Qingqian's plans could not be implemented.

"It's really this year, it's not yet September, why is it freezing like this?" Mrs. Chen complained while filling the basket with sand.

She is old, and she wears a lot when it is cold, but how can an exile bring too many clothes, so Mrs. Chen wraps herself like a ball at this time.

Wu was next to Mrs. Chen, and when she heard this, she also sighed, "Alas, the sky has become like this, we haven't even had time to prepare winter clothes." z.br>

Lin wanted to prepare winter clothes before, but there were no materials in his hand, and no matter how good his craftsmanship was, it was useless.