Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Feng Xia nodded and said to Xiao Wang, "Give me ten minutes, I'll pack my things."

With that, she went into the house. Feng Jinlian and Feng Jingui followed her inside, wanting to help their younger sister pack. Feng Xia didn't have much—just a few clothes, including two new sets of underwear made by the sisters, and a pair of cloth shoes hand-stitched by them. The shoes were a bit big, enough to wear for over two years. She didn't plan to take any other odds and ends.

She pulled twenty yuan from her pocket and pressed a note into each sister's hand, along with several cloth coupons, all stuffed into their pockets.

"No, no, I don't want it. That's too much money. You've already given us plenty before, Little Xia. Keep it for yourself." The two sisters kept refusing, waving their hands, but Feng Xia forced the money into their pockets. Both sisters looked panicked.

Feng Xia held them still, her expression serious. "Sisters, you're getting older. If Uncle and Grandfather try to marry you off to just anyone, use this money to come find me at the army base. Don't be stingy with it. Don't marry recklessly, understand?"

The two sisters nodded obediently, vowing in their hearts to be good to this younger sister for life. They accepted the money with tears in their eyes and helped Feng Xia pack her bundle. Feng Xia had said ten minutes, and she meant it. Xiao Wang felt he had only exchanged a few words with the Feng family when Feng Xia had finished packing. The two left the house one after the other. The Feng family saw them off at the village entrance and watched as they drove away in the big jeep, feeling a pang of melancholy for some reason.

By the time they arrived at the Field Army base, it was already afternoon. Qian Jun saw Feng Xia, exchanged a few words of concern, and led her to the former Japanese military base, straight to the research institute there. Wan Fulin and several other military weapons experts were already there. Now that Feng Xia had arrived, they needed to finalize the data sharing agreement regarding the Bear Country's firearms.

Feng Xia looked at the firearm on the lab table. Its lines were smooth, carrying a unique cold beauty—a perfect blend of power and elegance that was captivating.

The other experts were still discussing the extent of the data sharing. The Bear Country wasn't foolish; they wouldn't give away all their data. The Flower Kingdom naturally felt the same way. They were building diplomatic relations while also keeping their guard up. They had brought Feng Xia in mainly to secure a portion of the core data, ensuring the Bear Country could produce a silencer but not one as good as the Flower Kingdom's.

Feng Xia outlined the most critical parts, then asked to examine the firearms. Wan Fulin naturally agreed. Feng Xia picked up a gun and toyed with it. Before anyone realized, she had disassembled it into pieces—not a single complete part remained.

At first, no one noticed. Feng Xia was quietly dismantling it while everyone focused on the documents. Having one fewer gun wasn't immediately obvious. The first to notice was Division Commander He.

"Young lady, why did you take it apart! Can you... can you put it back together?" Division Commander He sounded uncertain, but he remained cordial to Feng Xia, a meritorious officer. They knew firearms could be disassembled, but this was a new product from Bear Country. Surely Feng Xia could reassemble it, right?

Feng Xia didn't reply. She was lost in her own world. Holding the disassembled parts, she sketched rapidly on a piece of white paper with one hand. Wan Fulin made a quiet gesture: genius inspiration comes suddenly, and interrupting could ruin it.

A group of weapons experts, with an average age of over fifty-five, silently stood behind the thirteen-year-old girl, hardly daring to breathe. As they watched the components take shape on the paper, tears almost sprang to their eyes. This child was truly remarkable.

In ancient times, Gan Luo became a prime minister at twelve—they had thought it was just a tall tale. But now, a thirteen-year-old girl was teaching them a lesson. Geniuses existed—born with innate knowledge.

The girl's pen flowed smoothly. By the time she finished drawing the firearm's component structure, an hour had passed. Next to each part, she added data, including her own ideas for improvements.

Several senior experts held the few pages of paper as if they were treasures, tears streaming down their faces. "A blessing for the Flower Kingdom! Such a prodigy is truly a blessing!" Division Commander He had already temporarily dispatched additional soldiers to guard the research institute, ensuring not even a mosquito could get in.

Wan Fulin and another white-haired expert, Liu Zhensheng, were leading figures in the firearms field. After carefully reading the drawings, they could barely stand due to their age, but their faces were filled with overwhelming satisfaction. If they could produce a firearm according to these drawings, even if it wasn't the world's most advanced, it would certainly rank in the top three.

At this remark, Division Commander He's eyes widened. He looked at Feng Xia as if she were a rare treasure, repeatedly saying "good." He even patted her shoulder more gently, afraid of damaging this extraordinary genius. For a moment, he forgot Feng Xia's feat of single-handedly taking on over a hundred short men.

"However, our manufacturing techniques are outdated. This can't be mass-produced. If we want to, we first need to improve the military factory's technology. In our core technology trade with Bear Country, we can focus on upgrading their production line. Once their production chain is reformed, this treasure can be mass-produced."

As expected of a far-sighted expert like Wan Fulin, he hit the core of the matter. The senior experts reluctantly touched the white paper, carefully placing it into a file bag. This definitely needed to be reported. The old gentleman glanced at the slightly lazy girl, his eyes smiling. This would earn her another merit.

When Division Commander He left with the materials and the experts finished their discussion, Wan Fulin kindly took a few pieces of peanut candy from his pocket and handed them to his little apprentice. "How did you know the component design and parameters of this firearm just by looking at it?"

Feng Xia chewed the candy and mumbled, "Teacher, you've shown me a lot—many books on firearms, and many outdated firearm blueprints. I've read them all and stored them in my mind. When I saw this one, it was as if my brain automatically analyzed it, and then I derived the data and possible improvements."

Feng Xia wasn't entirely lying. The amount of firearm sketches stored in her mind was vast—like an ocean of data. Analyzing a relatively backward firearm was a simple task.

The senior experts exchanged glances, their eyes dimming. This was truly a once-in-a-century prodigy! They had to nurture her. Wan Fulin in particular wanted to apply for access to the national firearm database for Feng Xia. Only with a vast pool of technical data could this genius absorb and create, bringing a different future to the Flower Kingdom.

Such a person was destined to become a pillar of the nation!