The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The projection has now ended.

At this moment, Xiao Ai, number 309, also jumped out.

Her arrogant demeanor from just now is gone.

Instead, there is the standard, almost perfect business smile.

"Respected weapon refiner."

"Your free trial credit for today has only five minutes left."

"Would you like to renew your plan and really show off your skills?"

"..."

Yan Cong's lips twitched as he watched her trying every means to get money.

"Give me one!"

Xiao Ai jumped up in excitement.

With a wave of her hand, a dense array of package options popped up again.

Which one would you like to choose?

Yan Cong's lips curled into a smile.

"What I'm saying is, give me a free video on weapon forging."

"You understand what 'free' means?!"

Xiao Ai, number 309, froze on her face, her little fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Yan Cong looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you going to be rude to a potential customer?"

"Then I'll have to think carefully about how to write the complaint on the Refining Tower's official website later..."

"look!"

Xiao Ai, number 309, gritted her teeth and slid her little hand.

A dense array of video options immediately appeared on the projection screen in front of Yan Cong.

Level 1, Level 2, Level 3.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, and claws.

It has everything.

Yan Cong randomly clicked on a video and watched the last five minutes.

When the time comes.

The silver-white steel door opened directly, and he was practically kicked out.

Yan Cong retrieved his phone, handbag, and bank cards.

Before leaving, he smiled at Xiao Ai, number 309, on the screen.

"Let's go!"

"I'll be back tomorrow!"

"Get out! You're poor..."

"Um?"

"Haha... Goodbye, weapon refiner! Welcome back anytime!"

Yan Cong then left satisfied.

We exited the tower.

The token was returned.

After passing through the bustling area where vendors were hawking their wares, he hopped on his electric scooter and headed towards his hometown.

along the way.

His mind kept replaying what Hu Qi had just said.

He had previously worked in a factory producing standard weapons.

The steps of material preparation, melting, and shaping are not difficult to understand.

Being able to understand is one thing.

Once the finished product is produced, that's another matter entirely.

Each weapon requires different materials.

Different temperatures.

The number of quenching cycles varies.

Even the forging rhythm is different.

If those weapons in the instructional videos are available for everyone to learn, it means that a large number of people can actually replicate them.

A large number of people are crafting the same weapon.

Isn't that just a mass-produced product?

The market has long been oversupplied.

After working hard for half a day, you might not even make back the cost of the meal.

and so.

Refining weapons is indeed a huge pitfall.

There is indeed free knowledge to learn inside.

But if you want to make money in this industry, you can't just copy publicly available videos.

They must have their own methods for crafting weapons.

We must create something that others cannot do.

"Sigh... This thing is easy to get started with, but making money from it is really difficult."

Yan Cong sighed softly.

Before he knew it, he had returned to his hometown.

The first person to greet him was, as always, Big Black.

Big Black wagged its tail and pounced over, circling around the little electric scooter.

Yan Cong pushed it aside and parked the car in front of the door.

yard.

Liang Rumeng sat on a small stool, scratching her calves which were covered in mosquito bites, while scrolling through short videos.

Upon hearing the sound, she immediately put her phone on the stool and ran over, sobbing.

"Waaaaah, Yan Cong, there are so many mosquitoes in your hometown!"

"Those awful mosquitoes! They suck my blood, and I can't even swat them!"

"Also, I just..."

Liang Rumeng raised her bright red hand, about to continue her grievances.

Yan Cong rubbed his temples and gave a tired smile.

He reached out and patted her head.

"Baby, I'm a little tired right now."

"I'll find some floral water for you later and put it on, okay?"

Done.

He got out of the car and walked into the yard.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the pile of newly moved luggage.

The luggage was stacked fairly neatly.

He assumed the truck driver was a nice person who helped him into the yard.

Yan Cong didn't think much of it.

His mind was still preoccupied with the weapon-refining tower, the money needed to buy a wedding house, his grandmother's surgery fees, and how to plan for tomorrow.

These things were crammed together, making his ears ring.

He walked towards his grandmother's room and turned his head to ask a question.

"Oh, right."

"Was Grandma alright while I was out?"

He didn't notice at all.

Liang Rumeng followed behind him, her lips pouting.

I didn't see any red marks on her hands from the suitcase.

The driver simply unloaded the goods on the side of the road.

She did it all by herself, like an ant carrying its load, dragging each piece of luggage from the roadside onto the dirt road and then slowly moving it back into the yard.

She opened her mouth, but in the end, she put her hands behind her back.

"No……"

Yan Cong stood at the door.

The elderly woman leaned back in her beach chair, holding her shoes in her hand, tapping the armrest intermittently.

She didn't react much when she saw them come in.

He continues to do things his own way.

Yan Cong felt a lump in his throat.

He forced a smile, bent down, and took the shoes from the old woman's hands.

"grandmother."

"You can't play with shoes like that."

He knelt down in front of her and helped her put on her shoes.

The old lady didn't make a fuss this time.

She just kept her head down, staring blankly as Yan Cong put on her shoes.

"Oh, right!"

After Yan Cong helped the old lady put on her shoes, he stood up and looked at Liang Rumeng, who had her head down.

"Baby, come here for a second."

"Um."

Liang Rumeng walked to his side.

Yan Cong took her hand and smiled at the old woman.

"Grandma, I forgot to formally introduce you."

"This is my girlfriend, Liang Rumeng."

"I brought her back today."

"Did you see it?"

Yan Cong's eyes reddened as he raised Liang Rumeng's hand, which was adorned with a jade bracelet.

"She's still wearing the family heirloom you gave her!"

"oh……"

"I see... Hahaha... Okay then!"

The old lady replied with a cheerful smile.

It sounds like there's no problem.

But her gaze wasn't focused on Yan Cong and Liang Rumeng at all.

That cheerful response was something she often repeated when chatting with others.

Yan Cong's Adam's apple bobbed.

He suppressed his discomfort and forced a smile.

"Then I'll take that as acceptance of this granddaughter-in-law!"

"Baby."

"Call her Grandma!"

Liang Rumeng was stunned by his performance.

The little bit of grievance in my heart suddenly dissipated by half.

after all.

What could be more important than legitimacy?

She blushed and called out softly.

"grandmother!"

The old woman, still with a vacant look in her eyes, said with a smile.

"Oh...I see...Okay!"

Liang Rumeng looked back at Yan Cong helplessly.

Her little face looked like she was about to cry.

Yan Cong chuckled and led her towards the door.

"Okay."

"Grandma has definitely accepted you."

"Can you watch Grandma for me for a little while longer? I'll cook."

"it is good."

Not long after.

The meal is ready.

Yan Cong helped his grandmother out and set up a table in the courtyard.

The three of them ate dinner together.

It's cold.

Aunt Cheng said that Grandma only needs to take a bath every two days now.

I just washed it yesterday, so I don't need to bother with it again today.

then.

After Yan Cong helped the old woman use the toilet, he turned on the lights in the room and settled her in a chair.

Then he closed the door from the outside.

It's not about locking her up.

It was because I was afraid she would run out and fall.

It's only a little past seven o'clock.

Aunt Cheng said she would let her go to bed later.

Otherwise, she would get up at four or five in the morning and start knocking things around.

After I finish these tasks...

Yan Congcai returned to his room.

He thought he should sit down and think carefully about tomorrow's plans.

in the room.

Liang Rumeng lay on her side on the bed, idly playing with her phone.

The door opened.

She sat up abruptly, her eyes flashing with an alarming light.

As soon as Yan Cong pushed the door open, he saw her tossing the "restraints" around.

Followed by.

There was also a piece of original flavored powder that hit him directly in the face.

of course.

To those outside the sky, all of this was enveloped in a thick light.

Only the part above the neck can be seen.

Yan Cong's lips twitched, and he shoved the stuff off his face.

next second.

Liang Rumeng rushed over and excitedly grabbed him.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"I'm going to war!"

Speaking of war.

Yan Cong's body stiffened, and he suddenly froze on the spot.

Liang Rumeng tugged at it twice, but found she couldn't budge it.

She turned around in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Forehead……"

Yan Cong's expression was stiff.

"That combat equipment..."

"I forgot to buy it."

The excitement on Liang Rumeng's face gradually disappeared.

She looked at Yan Cong.

She looked at her hands, reddened from the luggage, and then at the mosquito bites on her legs.

Finally, his gaze returned to Yan Cong's face.

All the little grievances she had suppressed throughout the day finally surfaced at this moment.