"Didn't you take the four little rascals to North Mountain for shooting practice? How's their marksmanship?"
"Not great, just barely hitting the target." Zhao Yao said, "They've still got a lot to learn." After speaking, he looked at He Lianfang, "Uncle, how's your marksmanship?" After creating the firearms, Zhao Yao immediately gave one to He Lianfang. He Lianfang loved it, and you could say he couldn't bear to put it down.
He Lianfang replied modestly, "Never miss a shot."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yao promptly gave He Lianfang a thumbs-up: "As expected of Uncle, picking it up so quickly."
He Lianfang remarked casually, "That's nothing."
"Uncle, you've been using the firearm for a while now, how does it feel? Is there anything you find lacking?"
