A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Geng Wuxiang was very happy when the first batch of broken brand submachine guns came out. Knowing that they were studying special metal smelting technology, he directly waved his hand and allocated 100,000 silver dollars for funding.

What China lacks most now is arms technology. If the submachine guns can be mass-produced, they will have the confidence to say no when facing the unreasonable demands of the invaders.

All weapons manufacturing experts in Qianshan Arsenal put their energy into mass production of submachine guns as soon as possible, day and night.

Shu Ange has become the soul of the arsenal. Her unique creativity and ideas amaze everyone.

In a blink of an eye, two months have passed, and the smelting problem of special metal materials for the production of submachine guns has been successfully resolved, and the goal of mass production is just around the corner.

The next goal of Qianshan Arsenal is to develop portable artillery to increase the army's combat advantage in mountainous and hilly areas.

The research plan for portable artillery took shape as early as three years ago. Master Xing invited Shu Ange to participate in it, and she also gave many feasible suggestions.

The two months were over in a blink of an eye. Wen Weyong wrote three letters to Shu Ange in the middle, and sent two telegrams.

The first telegram was to inform Shu Ange that her mother was in good health, and she decided to reconcile with Wen Guanghou.

In another telegram, it was said that he had decided to change the surname of Mei, and asked the Mei family to open an ancestral hall and record his name under the line of his grandfather.

The three letters not only express concern and condolences to Shu Ange, but also supplement these two matters.

In the letter, Mei Weiyong also mentioned that Cheng Wenniang took Keer to the Sino-French He Ai Hospital to find her, and he temporarily arranged her to do some pulp washing and sewing in the shop.

Before returning to Hecheng, Mei Weiyong also informed Shu Ange of another matter, that Cheng Wenniang was pregnant for a month and a half.

Reckoning, it should have been conceived when Cheng Wenniang went to Li Bing and begged him not to abandon her.

In this way, Li Bing is really a scumbag. Mei intends to be with Cheng Wenniang, and can still do such harmful things.

After getting off the train, Shu Ange looked up and looked around, the bustling crowd was as lively as when she left.

Most of the leaves on the trees are yellow, the air is filled with a cool chill, and the bell tower in the distance is shrouded in a faint mist.

It was only autumn when she went to Yuncheng, and now it's almost winter when she comes back.

Shu Ange untied and re-tied the scarf, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and his smile spread little by little.

She didn't bring much luggage, carrying a rattan suitcase in one hand, and hired a rickshaw to go to the old Wen's house.

The rickshaw master is a talkative person. Hearing that Shu Ange is going to Wen's House, he wiped his sweat with a towel and opened the chat box: "Is Miss from outside, or is it a local from Hecheng?"

"Local in Crane City."

"Then it seems that you haven't been back for a long time. The Wen House in Wicker Lane took off the plaque last month and replaced it with the Mei House."

Shu Ange naturally knew about this. She didn't mention going to the Mei's house because she was worried that the master only knew about the Wen's house and not the Mei's house.

"Did the master also hear about this?"

"Hey, no one knows about us in Hecheng. You say how can there be such a vicious person in the world, who married someone's daughter, took someone's property, and finally killed someone. Hey, I heard that Mrs. Mei She was also a famous beauty when she was young."

The master ran very fast, and when he talked about gossip, his breath was steady, and he didn't breathe much.

Singer Shu An put it on his knees, and echoed without a sentence: "Perhaps, people who don't have enough hearts to swallow an elephant, and who have done bad things, always don't want the evidence of crime to hang around in front of their eyes."

The master grinned, revealing his yellow teeth: "Miss is a scholar, we don't quite understand your words, but I think it makes sense. People are watching, Wen Guanghou was punished, and he brought his cruel and vicious concubine from Mei. The house moved out."

In the eyes of these little people who are struggling at the bottom, it is really not a good thing for a guy like Wen Guanghou who eats inside and outside and has no humanity at all.

The Mei family kindly accepted him as an apprentice, and married him the eldest young lady Jiao Di Di, accompanied by a large dowry to help him make a fortune.

Rather than repaying his gratitude, he resorted to various means to seize the wealth of the Mei family.

As we approached Wicker Lane, the master slowed down, smacking his lips and sighing: "Speaking of this, something strange happened in the Wen family. If you mention it in the streets and alleys, you have to scold Wen Guanghou."

"What wonder?"

Shu Ange asked a question with great interest, and the master shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, it is also a bad person. Wen Guanghou actually used his concubine to exchange the daughter of the concubine with the daughter of the first wife. The concubine surnamed Liu has a very bad heart. Now, in front of the wife's face every day to challenge the direct daughter, there is no such a bad woman in the play."

It can be heard that the master is very angry for Wen Huijuan.

"Everything has passed, and evil will be rewarded. I believe that life will not be easy after they are kicked out of the house."

When Mei's house arrived, Shu Ange took out a handful of copper coins and handed it to the master. He scratched his head: "Miss, if you pay too much for the car, ten copper coins will suffice."

"Buy the rest for tea, you are a warmhearted person."

One word from you makes the master's heart warm. He has been a rickshaw driver for so many years, and most people regard him as air, and few people are willing to talk to him kindly.

When others call him, he will either say "hello" or "pull the cart", and those with a better attitude will call the master.

"Thank you, Miss, you will definitely live a long and rich life."

After saying a few auspicious words, the master put the copper up and left.

The others walked out for four or five meters, and suddenly heard the servant of Mei's call "Miss", and suddenly understood in their hearts.

It turned out that the one who was riding in his car was the young lady who was framed by her biological father and aunt and suffered for more than ten years.

This young lady has an extraordinary bearing, and she will definitely have great achievements in the future.

There is always a clever word in the world. As soon as Shu Ange arrived at Mei's house, before he could say a word to Mei Chunru, there was a noise outside the door.

The inner court couldn't hear it very clearly. Mei Chunru put away her smile, clenched her handkerchief tightly, and said with disgust on her face: "I have to come and have a fight every three or five years.

"Mother, is it Wen Huijun who came here?"

Shu Ange's thoughts moved, and after a blind guess, Mei Chunru gave a wry smile instead of responding.

Who else could it be? If Liu Guixiang came, Mei Chunru would definitely order the servant girl to beat her out.

A wicked and vicious woman, she and her daughter have not known each other for so many years. Not only nearly killed her, but also made her daughter suffer for more than ten years.

Mei Chunru can be cruel to Wen Guanghou and Liu Guixiang, but she always has a trace of kindness towards Wen Huijun.

In the end, it was the child she watched growing up, even if she was a little selfish and selfish, she couldn't be ruthless.

"You let me in, I want to see my mother, and I am the mother's own flesh and blood. Mother, mother, Jun'er misses you so much, mother, Jun'er is here to find you!"

Wen Huijun was stopped outside the door, crying and making a fuss, her tears and snot congealing into a ball.