Next, Feng Moxi took out a dozen or so modified weapons.
She explained how to use them in detail. The more everyone saw, the more intrigued they became, thinking that the family's workshops could be put to use soon.
To produce these offensive and defensive weapons.
Ouyang Zhongxing eagerly went off to make the arrangements.
On the way back to his room, the snow was already a foot deep. Ouyang Qingcheng couldn't help but frown.
"Dad, what's wrong? Are you worried that Fengyi Base doesn't have enough supplies?"
Ouyang Qingcheng shook his head grimly. "With your grandfather at home, I'm not too worried about our family.
"It's just that this cold snap came so suddenly. The people in the slums..."
The scope of the problem was simply too large. Even though Feng Moxi had plenty of supplies, she wasn't a saint and couldn't look after so many people.
