"This is what I took out from there." Hua Jin raised the small crossbow in her hand.
Then, under the gaze of grandpa and daddy, the crossbow disappeared in her hand and reappeared again.
After that, Hua Jin didn’t say anything, giving her grandpa and daddy some time to digest what she had said.
Such a strange event was expected to take them a while to process, but surprisingly, in just a moment, the two accepted it well, taking the crossbow from her hand to examine it carefully.
But considering that ancients were always superstitious, Hua Jin seemed to understand, wasn’t this also her original intention?
Hua Chengtian, the old man, wasn’t completely without knowledge. The Ancient Yan Country has only been peaceful in recent years; wars used to happen from time to time.
Wars need weapons. Although they hadn’t seen them firsthand, it doesn’t mean they hadn’t heard about them. The village had veterans who had survived and returned from the battlefield.
These veterans were either injured or disabled, unable to do heavy work due to illnesses, and liked to sit under the old tree at the village entrance talking about war experiences. As a child, Hua Chengtian had heard them describe it, but unfortunately, by the time he grew up, these old men were no longer there.
The father and son looked again and again, increasingly feeling this weapon resembled a heavy crossbow used in battles. Although there were many differences, the precision was unbelievable, yet too similar to what the old men had described.
Hua Jin stood silently aside, watching the father and son examine it as long as they didn’t touch the parts they shouldn’t.
"Jin’er, do you know what it’s called?" the old man finally looked up, asking his granddaughter.
"Grandpa, of course, I know!"
"It’s called a crossbow. Look, isn’t that a cross shape?" Hua Jin illustrated with her hand.
"It’s really a crossbow?" The old man was a bit excited. Such things were always in the hands of the army; ordinary people hardly got to see them.
The more the old man looked, the more he liked it. No matter how old, men, how many don’t like weapons?
Furthermore, the old man was not truly that old; his appearance matched his actual age, unlike many here who aged prematurely.
Clearly only in their thirties or forties yet looking like elderly in their fifties, sixties, even seventies.
The old man was actually in his forties. He had been adept at maneuvering from a young age; their family lived better than others. Later, he became the village chief. Although the village needed more attention, his base was solid. Compared to peers, he seemed much younger, was in his prime, and the Hua family had good looks, a handsome middle-aged man, unlike peers in the village who truly were grandfatherly, faces lined with creases.
The old man was caressing the crossbow lovingly.
"Grandpa, do you want to try it?" Seeing this, Hua Jin said softly.
"Grandpa can try it?" The old man was pleasantly surprised, completely forgetting about his granddaughter’s ability to conjure items out of thin air.
"Of course," Hua Jin smiled, "Let’s go to the backyard."
The space in the back was big, allowing more freedom to experiment.
As soon as she finished speaking, the two adults, like children, hurried to the backyard. If not for Hua Jin being there, they might have broken into a jog.
"Jin’er, how do we do it?" The two looked at Hua Jin eagerly.
"Grandpa, Dad, it’s actually simple. Just aim at the target and pull the trigger." With that, Hua Jin pointed out the trigger on the crossbow and explained its components to grandpa and dad. She was glad she had specifically learned about it when purchasing the crossbow, even disassembling it repeatedly.
Hua Jin explained eloquently, while the old man and Hua Chengtian proudly admired her.
"My daughter is amazing!"
"Dad..." The sudden praise made Hua Jin a bit embarrassed.
"Actually, it’s not me who’s amazing. When I sensed the space, all its contents and their uses automatically imprinted in my mind."
Hmm, this excuse was really great. Hua Jin thought she was very clever.
"Everything, automatically." The father and son latched onto this point, instantly forgetting about testing the crossbow.
"Jin’er, are you saying there’s more in that space of yours?"
"Yes, it’s like our house, everything’s there. The space is almost as big as our house and has a preservation and stillness function." Hua Jin decided to say everything she could.
"Preservation function..." The father and son were initially stunned but quickly realized.
So... was the child implying that things placed inside would never spoil? They wondered if they understood correctly.
Thinking this, Hua Chengtian asked, watching as his daughter nodded. The father and son became certain that the place the daughter went to wasn’t some other worldly realm but surely where immortals dwelled.
Otherwise, what kind of place would have such preservation and stillness functions? Short-term preservation was achievable, their well managed that, but long-term... it wasn’t disbelief but simply impossible without using an immortal technique.
Simultaneously, they became nervous; the child possessing such a treasure must remain an absolute secret, otherwise... the consequences were unthinkable, it had to stay hidden.
Thinking this, the old man immediately said, "Jin’er, besides your father and me, don’t tell anyone else about this, including your brothers."
"Not even grandma and mom?" Hua Jin hesitated. She trusted her grandma and mom; telling dad but hiding from mom would make her sad.
"They’re not included," the old man thought for a bit and said.
The old man absolutely trusted his wife; after decades of marriage, no one understood his wife better than him.
Additionally, her family didn’t have many people left, she loved her daughter, but wouldn’t go against her son, and wasn’t muddleheaded.
As for the daughter-in-law, she was good, very sensible, and her natal family’s matters weren’t worth mentioning. She was dutiful but not foolishly so, giving only what was due without a penny more, a point the old man was very pleased with.
Unlike some women in the village who drained everything for their own families, starving their children to the point of stark crying yet continuing regardless.
Moreover, no one would cherish a granddaughter more than her own mother; this the old man was certain about.
Hua Jin nodded, indicating she understood.
"Jin’er, your space is big, can outside things be stored in it?" Hua Chengtian finally voiced a question he always wanted to ask.
"Of course they can." Hua Jin glanced around the yard and then walked over to the ox cart, lightly brushing it. The ox cart vanished from the corner and then reappeared after another gentle brush.
Seeing grandpa and dad’s keen interest, Hua Jin proceeded to experiment with several items in the backyard, storing them and retrieving them, demonstrating to grandpa and dad with actions.
The divine method left the father and son feeling fervently enthusiastic.
This space of the child’s was truly extraordinary. With it, she no longer needed to worry about danger. Both the old man and Hua Chengtian thought of this simultaneously.
They gave each other a knowing look.
Of course, they never wished for any accident or necessity to use the child’s space; that was even better.
"Grandpa, Dad, here, these are fruits from the space, they’re delicious, give them a try." As the old man and Hua Chengtian were lost in their thoughts, Hua Jin handed them a handful of tangerines from the space.