Mo Si's legs have now recovered to a considerable extent, but after all, they suffered such severe injuries, so it's impossible for them to fully recover all at once.
He can now stand for a long period of time, but when walking, he still feels a bit weak in his legs and needs someone to support him to avoid falling.
In this regard, Mo Si is content. After all, he knows his own body best, and he believes in the exceptional medical skills of his ninth younger sister. As long as he keeps exercising, he knows that the day of complete recovery will come sooner or later.
However, ever since Mo Zhongyuan took the brothers up the mountain to develop weapons, his state of mind hasn't been as good. He always feels that his body is recovering too slowly and that he can't share the burden with his brothers.
Today, he asked his wife to bring him here, hoping to find something within his capabilities to do, even if it involves some danger.
Although First Brother, Second Brother, and Third Brother still feel a little dizzy, it doesn't affect their movements. As long as they move more slowly, there won't be any problems. Mo Xiuyan took the first step and arrived at his parents' courtyard.
Inside Mo Qing's room, the Mo family men sat upright, just as serious as when they used to discuss military affairs with the commander on the border.
Although Mo Qing's appearance has become haggard, after a few days of rest at home, his spirit has recovered considerably. That terrifying aura that makes people shudder still exists.
After glancing at his father, Mo Zhongyuan spoke, "Father, fortunately, we have successfully researched that powerful weapon, and I have mastered the detailed production methods."
Pausing for a moment, he looked at Mo Qing, who was sitting on the bed.
"Father, I think starting from tomorrow, we can begin making bombs."
Mo Qing nodded, "Yes, those who threaten our Mo family may appear at any time, so the sooner we make the bombs, the better. In about twenty days, Seventh Brother should be back from the southern border with his men. By then, we need to integrate our forces quickly and be prepared for any potential danger."
"Good. Starting tomorrow, we will begin production, aiming to make enough before Seventh Brother returns," Mo Zhongyuan replied.
"Zhongyuan, although Mo Si's mobility is still limited, my hands have fully recovered now, and I can help," Mo Xiuyan said, determined to not be refused. He even deliberately waved his arms in front of his family.
First Brother, Second Brother, and Third Brother also expressed that they can contribute.
After all, the production of these weapons is confidential and cannot be entrusted to others. The few brothers can only overcome their physical discomfort and try their best to participate.
Mo Chuhan, who had just returned from work, heard that the bomb development was successful and that they needed to start production urgently. He also became anxious.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the yamen and resign from my official position, so I can stay at home and help."
"No, Eighth Brother, you became a constable not just to earn a meager monthly salary, but to provide an additional layer of security for our Mo family," Mo Jiuye firmly opposed Mo Chuhan's resignation as a constable.
For the common people, he is an official by working in the yamen every day.
Mo Family's industries were growing by the day. Once those insignificant people had any ideas of targeting the Mo Family, they would have to think twice, considering that there was a constable in the family. Although Mo Jiuye was not afraid of those small-time troublemakers, nobody wanted to live a life filled with constant troubles.
With Mo Chuhan, the constable, around, at least there would be a deterrent effect. Moreover, Mo Chuhan patrolled the city every day, so he had more knowledge of what was happening. In case there was any suspicious activity, he would be the first to know.
As soon as Mo Jiuye finished speaking, Mo Qing followed, saying, "That's right. Chuhan cannot resign from his position. With so many brothers in the family busy with their own tasks, we can't afford to lose one more person."
Mo Chuhan looked at his brothers, who were busy every day, and he genuinely wanted to quit his position as constable and come back to help. However, his greatest virtue was obedience, especially when both his youngest brother and father spoke up. Despite his reluctance, he could only nod obediently.
"Since that's the case, we'll listen to Dad and the ninth brother."
After discussing for a while, the father and sons decided that everyone would participate in the making of bombs the next day. This included Mo Qing and Mo Xiuyan.
The father and sons could be considered to be in the same boat now. Although both of them had limited mobility, they didn't want to miss the opportunity to contribute this time.
At the insistence of the two, they were given the bamboo tubes used for making explosives. It wasn't a very difficult task, but it did take some time.
The next morning, Mo Jiuye took his brothers up the mountain to make gunpowder. As for the bamboo tubes used for making them, the bamboo that was grown by Rice Ball in the space multiplied rapidly and had reached a flooding level. It could be said that there was as much as they needed.
Of course, since Rice Ball could appear here, it meant that there were bamboo trees nearby.
Mo Jiuye had checked before and indeed found a small bamboo forest. Perhaps due to the climate, the bamboo here grew much thinner compared to the bamboo in the south.
The bamboo tubes used for making bombs had to be of the same size from top to bottom, and the more uniform, the better.
Such standard bamboo tubes were difficult to find in that bamboo forest.
Mo Jiuye took the bamboo cut by Rice Ball and stacked them in a corner of the bamboo forest under the pretext of taking a walk. As usual, he safely sent Rice Ball back home and then called some people to transport the bamboo back.
Now, Mo Qing and Mo Xiuyan finally had something to do.
Since Mo Jiuye brought the bamboo back with people, they had been sitting under the grape arbor, splitting the bamboo all along.
Mo Xiuyan held a piece of split bamboo and made a throwing gesture.
Seeing his son like this, Mo Qing asked, "What's the matter? Are you eager to join the army, my fourth son?"
Mo Xiuyan shook his head. "With my legs like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to join in the short term. I just feel that the bamboo tube I'm holding is too light, and it won't throw very far."
"You have a point. When we were in the barracks, we used to add some iron to the arrowheads to increase the range. That way, they could be shot farther," Mo Qing agreed, stroking his graying beard.
"Dad, that's exactly what I meant. Do you think if we add some iron to the outside of the bamboo tube, it will have the same effect as the arrows?"
Father and son were discussing when Mo Jiuye entered the courtyard carrying a bundle of bamboo.
"Jiuye, you've come at the right time. Your father and I were discussing wrapping the bamboo tubes with a layer of iron skin, which would increase the throwing distance of the bombs."
Speaking of iron skin, Mo Jiuye immediately thought of the extremely powerful grenades in his wife's space.
The appearance of the grenades was indeed made of iron, and their weight was several times heavier than the bombs they made with bamboo tubes.
Not only that, after the grenades exploded, numerous small iron pellets would be ejected. With the force of the explosion, these iron pellets could be even sharper than swords and sabers.
