Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 134. Made into

The master craftsman was worried and didn’t dare accept the work initially, because if anything illegal was discovered, he’d also be implicated for helping make the arrowheads.

In the end, it was Hua Chengtian’s persuasive assurances that it wasn’t for anything illicit, just for hunting in the mountains, coupled with his robust physique that resembled a hunter’s, that finally convinced him.

Of course, the deciding factor was the price; eventually, the master took on the job, creating a hundred specially-sized arrowheads for Hua Chengtian, including twenty smaller ones. Anymore and the master wouldn’t take it, as he felt these should suffice for hunting.

Later, Hua Chengtian crafted these hundred arrowheads into Crossbow Arrows modeled after a crossbow, but they just sat in the room being quite sharp.

And now it was time for the final step: to test the speed and lethality with the Crossbow Arrows.

Although it wasn’t quite daylight yet, Hua Chengtian couldn’t contain himself and ran back to his room to fetch the Crossbow Arrows. Not even waiting for his father, he eagerly grabbed a bow-and-crossbow, larger than those on the table, and rushed to the backyard.

There were a few targets set up in the backyard, made of straw with circles drawn in the middle, usually used for archery practice. The straw targets were soft and wouldn’t damage the Crossbow Arrows.

Hua Erjie hurriedly followed behind their father with a hoot, while Huaji, though tempted, had a nature of sticking to tasks to the end, and stayed to help grandpa debug the bow-and-crossbow they had already crafted, finding it quite engrossing.

Getting hands-on is much more interesting than just standing and watching.

The women, Hua’s wife and daughter-in-law, were in the kitchen preparing food for the children. Upon hearing footsteps in the yard and Xiaoxiao’s excitable voice, they exchanged glances, understanding it must have succeeded, unable to suppress their joy.

The father and son had been busy for months, and it hadn’t been in vain.

They couldn’t help but speed up their work, wanting to go and see.

Mrs. Qi quickly stuck some pancakes to the side of the pot of simmering porridge, while Hua’s wife placed the washed eggs and salted duck eggs into the pot, prepared two bowls of pickled vegetables, added more firewood to the stove, and eagerly joined her daughter-in-law in heading to the backyard, not even bothering to wash the flour residue off her hands.

Upon entering the backyard, they saw Hua Chengtian with his eyes narrowed, poised to make his attempt, while two torches lit up the targets.

A swishing sound was heard. The Crossbow Arrow successfully shot, and as it hit the straw target, it seemed to lack real force, shaking a bit before falling. The second and third arrows did the same, sticking to the target briefly before dropping.

Seeing the missed shots from the Crossbow Arrow in their father’s hands, Hua Erjie quickly ran to the targets, picking up the Crossbow Arrows while checking the targets.

"Father, the arrowhead penetration isn’t deep enough, it’s shallow," Hua Erjie quickly reported his findings after returning with the arrows.

Hua Chengtian frowned and nodded. He had a hunch after the first shot, and wanted to confirm it with the next two.

The tendon pull wasn’t powerful enough; without enough explosive force, the Crossbow Arrow’s speed was naturally affected, unable to reach the desired level.

Thinking it over, he sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusting the tendon to tighten it more, and continued trying.

This time it was noticeably better, though still not matching the speed or power of a crossbow.

The Crossbow Arrow successfully lodged in the target, its tail not swaying much, but the arrowhead still didn’t penetrate deeply enough.

Remember, this was just a straw target; if it were wood or something harder, penetration would be out of the question.

He continued adjusting and tightened the tendon further. This time the arrowhead’s penetration depth was visibly different, sinking in entirely, though Hua Chengtian knew the bow-and-crossbow’s force still wasn’t enough, lacking a bit of explosive power. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Hua Chengtian understood that further adjusting of the tendon was the last attempt. The tendon’s elasticity was finite; exceeding its limit might allow temporary use, but its lifespan would be short.

A bow-and-crossbow that’s unusable after just a few tries is ultimately a failure.

This time, Hua Chengtian wasn’t disappointed. Although only one of the three arrows penetrated almost fully through, they all embedded deeply, and the arrowheads pierced through the target, with no lingering insuficient force issue.

For self-defense or even offense, Hua Chengtian deemed it more than sufficient; its speed, though less than the crossbow his daughter used occasionally, wasn’t much slower than that of a bow and arrow.

What mattered was its stability and ease of handling, unlike bows and arrows, which are hard to manage without training.

Hua Chengtian was quite satisfied at this point.

At that moment, old Hua and Huaji also came to the backyard, pleased by what they saw.

Old Hua directly took one from his son’s hand while insistently handing his own to his son, letting him continue with the experience gained.

Hua Chengtian helplessly looked at his father, resignedly sat down to adjust the tendon’s pull again, while Huaji watched with keen interest, carefully noting each step his father took.

Waiting for his turn, younger Hua handed the retrieved Crossbow Arrows to old Hua, who was watching him.

But Xiaoxiao didn’t seem to care much since he knew asking was pointless; father discriminated against him for being small.

The one inside wasn’t often let him touch, let alone the freshly made one with its newness still lingering.

He was quite self-aware in this regard.

Old Hua tried with the Crossbow Arrows picked up by his second grandson, revealing a satisfied smile after a few attempts. The bow-and-crossbow functioned smoothly without any snags.

Though the final speed and strength lacked compared to what his granddaughter occasionally produced, for those making these things on their own, successfully creating such a device was quite an achievement, especially something with considerable power.

"Ah..." Hua’s wife, who was engrossed in watching, was startled by her daughter-in-law, almost jumping up, patting her chest as she looked at her daughter-in-law.

"Mother... I forgot about the things in the pot." Saying this, Qishi rushed urgently to the front yard’s kitchen, and upon realizing, Hua’s wife followed, thinking it best to check as well.

Having been absorbed in pride for her son, she lost track of time. She wasn’t sure how long had passed, or if the fire in the stove was still burning well. More importantly, the food had better not have burnt. Though burnt porridge was still edible, the taste wasn’t pleasing, especially since they’ve gotten used to fine grains.

The more she thought, the more uneasy she felt, and with speed not lacking compared to her daughter-in-law, Hua’s wife reached the kitchen as well.

Almost simultaneously, they arrived at the stove, one lifting the lid, and both sighed in relief.

All was well, and both sighed in relief.

Although the porridge had become quite thick, it hadn’t burnt, and the stove fire was still lit, just with not much flame left.