The old man over there was silent for a while, coughed slightly, and then smiled slightly awkwardly:

"Ahem, um. Slip of the tongue. Slip of the tongue. It's a new type of crossbow array pattern. It's almost ready for mass production."

Xu Yinhe exhaled a breath without delving into it:

"I am looking for you this time to ask you something."

Jiang He's old voice had a hint of flattery, after all, Hua Hong had just allocated the money for him:

"Ah, Mr. Xiangguo, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"There are a batch of Sumeru Rings that are 20,000 years old. Is there any way to repair them?"

"Twenty thousand years ago?!"

Jiang He's voice rose slightly, and then he took a breath of cold air: "How many?"

Xu Yinhe did not reply, but glanced at Xu Yuan.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan made a slight estimate and said in a somewhat uncertain voice:

"About a few dozen?"

According to the remaining memories in my mind, and considering the reserves of hanging stones in the world 20,000 years ago, there should be about a hundred Xumi Rings scattered in the Qionghua Secret Realm.

However, when Yu Chu activated the Charming Mystic Technique, not all of them gathered together, and they could find dozens of them that were already reaching the sky.

"Dozens?!"

Jiang He's voice rose again. After realizing his gaffe, he coughed lightly: "It seems that Mr. Xiangguo has made a fortune. The reserve of suspended stones in my Gewuyuan has almost reached its bottom. There are dozens of stones."

Look at the Sumeru Ring. Hehehe."

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The meaning is obvious, if you can repair it, you have to pay more.

No one among the father and son paid any attention to the old man's request for money.

Xu Yuan has no authority.

Xu Changge’s little moves were just discovered and he didn’t dare to bite.

Xu Yinhe didn't want to pay attention to this greedy old friend.

Seeing that there was no word, Jiang He's tone became a little impatient:

"Okay, okay, we should be able to repair some. If it doesn't work, we should be able to make some by melting them and refining them. How long will it take to get them here?"

After a pause, Jiang He said with a hint of joking:

"Zong Qingsheng's people have come to our Gewuyuan to pick up several batches of military equipment. The war in the north must not be going smoothly, right?"

Hearing these mocking words, Xu Yuan sighed slightly in his heart.

As Xinyao's master, Jiang He is also a person who hates war.

This is a common problem among scientists.

But unlike Xu Xinyao, this old man is very clear-headed and knows that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Therefore, he has been developing some new weapons for the Prime Minister's Government. Even the military use of the spirit-blocking mucus developed by Xu Xinyao was led by him.

Xu Yinhe did not directly answer Jiang He's question, but just said:

"The Sumeru Ring will be sent to you within a month. How long will it take for the repairs to be completed?"

Jiang He also did not express his position immediately, saying:

"This depends on the wear and tear of the array patterns on these Sumeru Rings, as well as the stability of the hanging stones."

"Give you a ten-day period."

"Ten days?" Jiang He snorted coldly: "Xu Yinhe, do you think this Sumeru ring is just a cabbage? There are dozens of them."

"Changge will allocate an additional five million taels to your Gewu Institute for funding."

"Okay."

Jiang Hechuanju's face changed, and he replied with a smile: "Today, old man, I will start asking the people below to prepare repair materials."

After finishing the business, Jiang He didn't seem to have any intention of hanging up, but suddenly asked, with a hint of indifference:

"Xu Changtian, I heard that you met Xinyao Nizi on the road?"

Xu Yuan smiled and responded:

"Yes, I met it."

When Jiang He heard this, his tone was neither cold nor indifferent: "How is Nizi doing lately?"

"It's okay." Xu Yuan was ambiguous.

"What do you mean okay?" Jiang He sounded a little dissatisfied.

Because of what he did in the Imperial Capital, many senior officials in the Prime Minister's Palace actually disliked him. Among them, Jiang He was the most disliked because he liked to bully Xu Xinyao, and Jiang He had no children. The most precious one was Xu Xinyao, his good disciple.

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Every time Xu Xinyao was found out after being wronged, Jiang He would come to him aggressively to ask for an explanation.

Of course, in this case, the old aunt Lou Ji would usually block her back.

Because this old man is much more sinister than Xu Changge.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan's voice was filled with a hint of humor:

"Ah? No way? Has Xinyao not contacted you for so long? She even took the initiative to come to Jingjiang Mansion to look for me before."

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The communication was interrupted angrily by the other party.

The main hall was quiet for a while.

Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts for a while, looked at Xu Yinhe who was sitting in the main seat with a thoughtful expression on his face and asked:

"Father, I'm afraid one month is not enough, right?"

The Guanyin Mountains where the Qionghua Secret Realm is located is near the Wanxing Mountains in the southwest. It takes at least two months to go back and forth.

Xu Yinhe's eyes showed a rare complex expression and said:

"Time is running out, I'm going to let your uncle go."

Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

My uncle, Feng Jiuxuan, is a swordsman.

Xu Changge hesitated slightly when he heard this and asked:

"Uncle, is he willing to go?"

The other younger brothers and sisters are basically not sensible yet, but he remembers it very clearly.

Because of the death of his mother, the relationship between this uncle and his father was not good.

I even said it myself,

If Xu Yinhe failed to live up to his mother's vision, he would kill him with his own hands.

Xu Yinhe was silent for a while and sighed:

"The war in the north is urgent, so we can only do this."

After saying that, Xu Yinhe stood up slowly and raised his eyes to look at an attic in the northwest of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Xu Changge also looked there.

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After thinking about it, Xu Yuan also pretended to look over there.

But as soon as he looked, the father and son had already retracted their gaze.

Xu Changge stood up and saluted at the door of the main hall:

"Uncle."

After hearing this, Xu Yuan came back to his senses and looked sideways.

The sky is overcast and the rain is pouring.

I saw a figure in white clothes, Sheng Xue, suddenly appearing in the main hall.

His face is as clear as a sculpture, with large lotus patterns looming on his white clothes. More than half of his black hair is tied up high on the back of his head with a white silk thread. The black eyes under his willow eyebrows are as thick as puddles.

Open ink, holding the spiritual sword Qingyuan in his hand.

Just standing there makes people unable to look directly, physically speaking.

Time seems to have left no trace on him, like an unsheathed sword.

Feng Jiuxuan's expression gently swept over Xu Changge and Xu Yuan, and after landing on Xu Yinhe who was sitting on the main seat, his eyes suddenly became a little cold, and he uttered two words:

"What's the matter?"
To be continued...