"The simulation experiment has been prepared, and the temperature limits of the combustion chamber and turbine will be verified."

Hong Fan walked through the laboratory and listened to the urgent report of the deputy beside him.

"Start the test run of the whole machine."

He calmly gave the order and walked quickly to the observation room to stand still.

Through several layers of protective glass, the silvery-white new engine was fixed to the frame.

Everything is so familiar and so handy.

"Ready to boot, countdown, three, two, one......"

Immediately, the sound of the blades spinning sounded, and the frequency became higher and higher, and soon turned into a beep.

Hong Fan clasped his arms and silently waited for the result.

At this time, he heard a sharp noise behind him, which disturbed people's hearts.

Anger gathered in the young engineer's heart.

Then, wake him up.

"Huh?"

The first thing that catches your eye is the mottled lacquered ceiling of the shelf bed.

Outside the window, there is the sound of a pearl-necked turtledove breaking a gong.

[China, Dahua? 】

[Awake, or just falling into another dream that you haven't woken up from?] 】

Hong Fan was in a trance for a while.

Following the birdsong, the remnants of the dream passed away on the cerebral cortex, like sand between the fingers, and soon it was difficult to catch up.

He rolled over and got out of bed, looked at the sun, and saw that it was already noon.

Last night, he was delayed by the Dragon Soul Tree and the Sand World, and he slept too late.

In the small courtyard, six bowls and basins of different sizes are placed on the stone table, and the porcelain bowls are still upside down to keep them warm.

After Hong Fan finished washing, he called Aunt Liu a few times, but found that no one responded.

Apparently, she went to the kitchen to return the food box after changing her lunch into her own bowl.

Seeing that it was still early, he planned to practice his fists and feet first and wait for Aunt Liu to come back.

In fact, even if you don't count the inherited memories, Hong Fan can be regarded as a martial artist.

Prior to the crossing, he was a long-time fighter who practiced sanda and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and was involved in a wide range of kicks, close kicks, close drops, and even ground skills.

It's a pity that he had average physical talent in his previous life, and in the face of high-level opponents, Hong Fan can only rely on his excellent sense of distance and fighting IQ.

But now it's different.

With a sense of qi, he stepped up and stabbed his fist, easily shattering a piece of wall skin on the courtyard wall, and the fist peak was only reddish.

This is followed by a variety of punch and kick combinations.

Then there is the continuous dive and fall.

Accelerate, slide, dive, get up......

A set of movements was so fast that it almost seemed to be flying close to the ground under Hong Fan's smooth practice.

After training at such an intensity for ten minutes, Hong Fan suddenly felt uncomfortable in the dantian.

This is a sign of exhaustion.

[I didn't expect the endurance of the warrior to be so poor. 】

He thought with a frown.

[Or is it just the inner vision?] 】

However, although the energy is exhausted, I can still do some technical training.

Taking off his shirt, Hong Fan wore only shorts barefoot, and began to repeatedly practice technical movements such as front and back rolls, shrimp rows, shoulder rolls, and riding and sliding on rammed earth.

Half an hour later, he was finally satisfied.

Washing your body with cold water and changing into clean new clothes is extremely refreshing, and at the same time, the hunger pang also creeps up.

A body at the level of a top athlete in a previous life, the consumption is bound to be amazing.

Seeing that Aunt Liu hadn't come back yet, Hong Fan sat down directly at the stone table, planning to eat first.

Between him and Aunt Liu, there is no need for extra politeness.

As expected yesterday, the lunch was up to par.

In addition to a large pot of rice, there are four dishes and one soup, two vegetables and two meats.

The porcelain bowls with the inverted buckles lifted are all steaming.

Hong Fan munched on it and quickly wiped out most of the food.

At this time, he heard staggering footsteps outside the door.

With a squeak, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Aunt Liu came in with her head down.

"Young master, are you up?"

She closed the courtyard door, saw Hong Fan at the stone table, and asked with a smile.

But the latter did not immediately reply.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

Hong Fan got up and asked.

Based on his observations, he could naturally see the reluctance of Aunt Liu's smile.

"It's okay, young master......"

Aunt Liu wanted to cover it up, but was rushed in front of her by Hong Fan in a few steps.

He swept his gaze and immediately found that there were blood stains on the other party's wet trouser legs that had not been completely washed away, as well as inconspicuous holes that had been smoothed out.

"You're hurt?"

Hong Fan squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs slightly for Aunt Liu, and saw two rows of deep tooth marks.

The bleeding barely stopped, but the wound was still exposed.

"Young master, it was me who was careless; A little thing, out of the way! ”

Aunt Liu took a step back, lowered her trouser legs, and explained in a loud voice.

But her young master's extraordinarily serious expression stopped her words.

"After my mother left, it was my aunt who pulled me to grow up."

Hong Fan got up and spoke solemnly.

"Auntie to me, there is no room for error!"

It was only eight words, but Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to speak.

"Auntie, don't move."

Hong Fan said, turned around and easily carried the short and thin Aunt Liu on his back, and then put it down on the stone table.

"The wound must be treated first, and I'll boil the water."

He said in an unquestioning tone, turning and striding away.

At this time, Aunt Liu, who was sitting on the stone bench, had red eyes.

first boiled hot water in the side room, and then took the curtain on the bed and tore off a strip.

The wound is carefully cleaned and bandaged with a boiled cloth.

Finally, I took a towel and asked Aunt Liu to scald her face with hot water.

It was only then that Hong Beom asked a second question.

"Auntie, what's going on?"

But where can Aunt Liu still speak?

She just shook her head uncontrollably, carefully examined the young master's face, and then smiled and burst into tears.

For the first time in the ten years since Hong Fan's mother's death, this ownerless servant has been so out of shape.

She whimpered in a heart-rending whisper, muttering words like "Bodhisattva" and "Madame" in her mouth, letting tears drip down the dust.

And Hong Fan just patted her on the back and waited patiently.

After a long time, Aunt Liu gradually calmed down and explained everything.

In the face of such a young master, she really didn't feel any need to hide it.

"My aunt was bitten by the youngest son of the Jiang family's mother-in-law, Jiang Youcai's dog."

Hong Fan nodded slowly.

He knew the two dogs.

The two big wolves, each weighing hundreds of pounds, are the favorite of the little young master Hong Ping from the long house.

He also knew that Jiang Youcai.

This person has always been Hong Ping's constant attendant, and is now in charge of raising a dog for the latter.

"Young master, those two dogs were trained by Jiang Youcai to be obedient, so my injury is fine."

Seeing Hong Fan's dark face, Aunt Liu couldn't help but speak again.

When she said "it's fine", she was referring to rabies.

"The young master has lost the face of the Jiang family's mother-in-law, and his kid let the dog bite me, which can be regarded as a."

"And from now on, no one will deduct food, and the young master will no longer be afraid of losing money in martial arts......"

She looked at the half-eaten meal on the table, her words full of joy, and she completely forgot about the bite on her leg.

"Auntie has been recuperating well in the past few days, and I can save all this."

Hong Fan nodded back and did not make a statement.

He has only traveled for more than ten days, and although he liked to fight in his previous life, he has always obeyed the law.

Like the kind of middle two words that "the dragon has reverse scales, and if you touch it, you will die", and the middle two things of "reckless and reckless killing", he can't do it.

If this wolf green bites Hong Fan's leg today, if necessary, he can endure it for the time being.

But since the other party was rushing at Aunt Liu, he had to repay him.