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Chapter 643 Buying a Gun
"Brother, it's so hot today, why don't you ask them to take a break and have some water?" In the yard, Wang Zhong was sitting on the recliner he had just gotten, Xiaozui was standing beside him with a pot of freshly brewed tea in his hand.

It's not a good tea, it's just mountain tea produced in the nearby mountains. As Yunnan is rich in tea, the price is naturally cheap and ordinary people can afford it.

"It's okay. They will rest when they are tired!" Wang Zhong said softly while waving a palm-leaf fan: "Just put the tea here. Go and do your own thing. Don't worry about them."

Xiaozui glanced at the warehouse that had just been tidied up next to the kitchen. Three big men inside were busy and panting. Doubing, his follower, was walking hard in a crab-like manner, carrying out dustpans of soil and rocks from the house.

Seeing Doubing sweating and panting, she couldn't help him. She could only stop herself from going up to them and causing trouble. She couldn't help feeling anxious and embarrassed.

"Brother Wang Zhong, what should we do with these stones? Should we pile them in the corner as well?" Doubing, who was sweating profusely, brought the soil to the corner, raised his hand and wiped the sweat with his sleeve, and asked Wang Zhong.

“It doesn’t matter if there are small pieces of stone. Pick out all the big ones and stack them in a pile. They will be useful later.” Wang Zhong gave orders calmly, leaning back in a recliner.

Although they were sweating profusely and covered in mud, Doubing's face was full of smiles, because before they started working, Wang Zhong had already treated each of the three of them to a large meat bun.

The meat buns were so soft and fragrant that Doubing was reluctant to drink water because he wanted the meaty aroma to stay in his mouth a little longer.

Wang Zhong said to Xiao Zui, "Just let the grown men do the heavy work. You, go to the kitchen and prepare the meal so they can have a hot meal at noon. It's better than helping them with the work!"

"Brother Wang Zhong, what are we going to eat for lunch?" The narrator, who was picking up bean cakes from the pile of dirt in the corner, heard Wang Zhong asking Xiaozui to cook. He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "What do you want to eat?"

Doubing chuckled and said a little embarrassedly: "We'll eat whatever Sister Xiaozui cooks! As long as there's something to eat, it's fine."

Wang Zhong looked at Xiao Zui and said, "Did you hear that?"

Xiaozui nodded and said with a smile: "Then I'll steam some rice for you and fry some eggs!"

"Scrambled eggs?" Doubing's eyes lit up instantly when he heard the word "eggs": "Okay, okay! Scrambled eggs are good!"

In those days, eggs were a rare meat dish, especially for the defeated soldiers like Doubing. They could not even get a speck of oil, let alone eggs. The food at the shelter could only ensure that they would not starve to death every day.

"Then I'll go cook first!" Xiaozui smiled happily and trotted into the kitchen.

Looking at Xiaozui's cheerful appearance, Wang Zhong also felt happy in his heart. This girl is innocent and kind. Even though she has to sell herself out because of this damn world, she can still face life cheerfully and optimistically, and still stick to her original intention. She is really likable.

So the first thing Wang Zhong did when he arrived here was not to interact with the defeated soldiers who would become his future comrades-in-arms and make friends with them, but to come here and find this Sichuan girl.

Looking at the innocent and natural smile on the girl's face, Wang Zhong felt relieved.

"How's the digging going inside?" Wang Zhong turned around and asked Doubing.

The stones in the pile were almost all picked out, and Doubing grinned and said, "It's almost three feet deep."

“It’s pretty fast!”

Wang Zhong stood up from the recliner and walked into the warehouse.

In the warehouse, in the corner, in a three-foot square circular pit, Bula and Yaoma were standing back to back, repairing the pit wall bit by bit with an engineering shovel. They were chatting in whispers while working.

Wang Zhong took a look at the depth and said, "It will only take three feet to dig deeper. Then look over here and dig a hole that is three feet square and six feet deep."

"Boss, why did you dig such a hole?" Because Wang Zhong found such a job for him and took care of his fellow villager, Bula's impression of Wang Zhong immediately improved several times. He felt that he and Wang Zhong were much closer, so he spoke without any scruples.

In fact, even if there was no such relationship, these defeated soldiers would speak without restraint. They would always say what they thought and would not flatter or say one thing and do another.

Wang Zhong said, "Let's build a cellar. If Xiao Dongyang attacks us, Xiao Zui will have a place to hide if he doesn't escape."

"If the little Japanese really attack us, let alone such a small hole, even if it is four or five times bigger, we won't be able to hide for long." Bu La said.

“Just to gain peace of mind!” Wang Zhong said casually.

"Rich people are rich people!" Bu La said, "Their ideas are just different from ours."

"Okay, stop talking and get to work!" Yao Ma next to him was much more reserved than Bu La. They were not familiar with Wang Zhong, and now that he was taking care of them and giving them a job to earn money, he couldn't wait to finish the work and get the money and leave.

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, he left the warehouse and lay back on the recliner. Doubing went back into the warehouse carrying the empty winnowing basket.

Bula and Yaoma are indeed veterans. Looking at the way they dig the cellar, you can tell that they are quite good at digging trenches. They dug out Wang Zhongyi’s cellar in just one day.

It’s a bit of an exaggeration to call it a cellar. It’s actually just a small hole in the ground. The space is not big, but with some simple treatment, it can be used to store food temporarily. But it’s hard to say if it can be used for a long time. After all, the south is different from the north. Although Yunnan’s altitude is higher than other places in the south, it is in the south after all, with plenty of rainfall and the air is naturally more humid.

However, if it is waterproof and moisture-proof, this small cellar can be used.

Coincidentally, Wang Zhong was an expert in the civil engineering industry and had already mastered civil engineering to level seven in the dungeon world.

The next day, in the evening, Xiaozui sent Wang Zhong out the door, watched him disappear from his sight, then turned around, closed the gate, and went into the house.

Ever since she separated from her brother, Xiaozui has never felt warmth from others again. Otherwise, she would not have fallen into that line of work.

But if she didn't do it, she would be in this foreign land, without any relatives or friends, and without even land to farm. Moreover, the country was in the midst of war and chaos. As a weak woman, she could only sell herself into slavery or work as a secret agent to support herself.

These days, Xiaozui felt like she was dreaming. It felt so unreal that even she herself couldn't believe that she could really live such a life.

No worries about food and drink every day, a roof over your head, someone caring about you...
It’s a pity that my brother won’t be able to see such a good day.

Thinking of his brother, even Xiaozui, who was always cheerful, couldn't help feeling a little sad. Upon receiving the news of his brother's death, Xiaozui was heartbroken for the passing of his only relative, but also proud of him, because his brother died on the battlefield and lost his life fighting the Japanese. His brother was what people called a great hero.

"Eh!"

As soon as Wang Zhong returned to the shelter, he was stopped by Milong.

"I asked for the gun for you!"

"What gun?"

"There are so many." Milong turned around and sat on the steps, and began to count on his fingers: "There are box guns, Ma brand revolvers, and gun brand revolvers."

"There are more rifles. The cheap ones are the Hanyang rifles. The slightly more expensive ones are the American and German ones. The Russian water-repellent rifles are a little cheaper, but not much cheaper. It depends on what you like..."

Milong made some special inquiries and basically found out the prices of all the items on the black market.

Wang Zhong took out a small yellow croaker from his arms and handed it to Milong: "Two horse brand pistols and one water chain gun, each with 200 rounds of bullets."

"That's not enough!" Milong took the small yellow croaker, shook it in his hand, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and then checked to make sure it was real gold before speaking.

"How much is left?" Wang Zhong asked.

Milong said: "At least one more!"

"I'm not trying to cheat you. This is a black market, and you can't use market prices to determine the price. This one is enough to buy a gun, but you still need so many bullets. Bullets are very valuable."

These days, there are all kinds of guns and ammunition from all over the world circulating on the market. Among the guns and ammunition produced in China, the Hanyang Arsenal is the best, but compared with foreign ones, the gap is not a little bit. Foreign guns and ammunition are not cheap either.

Right now, the war between the two countries is raging outside, and bandits are rampant at home, so guns and ammunition are naturally precious.

The price of a new gun on the black market is about 20 to 30 silver dollars, while a small yellow croaker can be converted into about 40 silver dollars. Moreover, gold is a harder currency than silver dollars, so it naturally has a premium. In addition, most of the guns circulating on the black market are second-hand, and their prices are no less than new guns.

Wang Zhong took out another small yellow croaker, thought for a moment, and then took out a handful of Yuan Datou coins from his arms, counted out ten of them, and handed them to Milong, saying, "I only want the gun. As for the money, how much you can earn depends on how stupid you are."

"As expected of a rich man, he is so generous!" Milong grabbed the gold bars and silver dollars and checked them one by one.

The defeated soldiers looked at the gold bars and silver dollars in Milong's hands with their eyes wide open, stunned. Wang Zhong's wealth was beyond all of their expectations. Even Bula and Yaoma, who had earned money from Wang Zhong, looked at this scene in shock.

Those are gold bars!
Although they were just small yellow croakers, one could be exchanged for at least 40 silver dollars. Even though the three of them worked hard for Wang Zhong for a whole day, each of them only earned one silver dollar. That was because Wang Zhong took care of them and gave them more. Otherwise, it would be good enough for the three of them to earn one silver dollar in total for just one day's work.

Wang Zhong took out so much money at once, how could these defeated soldiers who couldn't even fill their stomachs on a normal day not be jealous.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong took out the bullets himself in front of everyone a few days ago. In the eyes of these defeated soldiers, he was considered a ruthless man, which had a great deterrent effect on him. Otherwise, Wang Zhong would have to put in some effort.

Zenda, inside the city, Xiaozui had just finished making breakfast and was sitting in a chair bored, his chin supported by his hand, staring in the direction of the door, lost in thought, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

On the eight-immortals table there was a casserole, a plate of pickled vegetables just taken out of the jar, and two eggs.

I don't know how long it was before there was a knock on the gate. Xiaozui stood up suddenly with a look of ecstasy on his face. He immediately walked out of the house quickly, crossed the yard, unbolted the door, and saw the tall young man in old military uniform outside the door. A smile immediately appeared on his face.

"elder brother!"

Excitedly calling out "brother", Xiaozui quickly turned sideways and walked towards the courtyard towards Wang Zhong: "Breakfast is ready! Brother, come in and eat first."

Xiaozui closed the gate and urged Wang Zhong to go into the house.

"What did you do?"

"I cooked porridge and boiled two eggs." Xiaozui replied with a smile. Ever since Wang Zhong entered the yard, the smile on her face has never left her face.

"Come in! Let's eat together!"

Wang Zhong also invited Xiaozui into the house. As soon as Wang Zhong sat down, Xiaozui followed him to the table, picked up the bowl on the table, opened the lid of the casserole, and took the initiative to help Wang Zhong scoop up the porridge.

"Brother, eat the eggs first." Xiaozui said while scooping porridge.

Wang Zhong took the egg and tapped it lightly on the table. While peeling the eggshell, he said, "Wait until Ha finishes his meal. Wait until Ha finishes his meal. Then you and I will go out of the city together."

"Leaving the city?" Xiao Zui brought the porridge to Wang Zhong and asked curiously, "Leaving the city to meet Mo Zi?"

Wang Zhong said: "I'll give you a gift."

"Brother, you've given me enough things. I don't need anything." Xiaozui said hurriedly, "You're wasting money."

"The items have already been ordered and the money has been paid. You have no choice but to buy them!" Wang Zhong said.

"What did you buy?" Xiaozui asked curiously.

Wang Zhong kept it a secret: "You'll find out when you wait."

Xiaozui looked at Wang Zhong's mysterious expression, but she felt even happier in her heart. In her heart, she already regarded Wang Zhong as her own brother.

After dinner, Wang Zhong took Xiaozui out and at an intersection, they met Milong who had just come out of the shelter.

"Who is she?" Milong looked at Xiaozui with confusion in his eyes.

"My sister, Chen Xiaozui." Wang Zhong said.

"Your surname is Wang, and her surname is Chen? Cousin?" Milong asked puzzledly.

Wang Zhong explained: "My comrade's sister will also be my sister in the future."

"If I'm not around in the future, please take good care of me, Boss Mi."

Milong nodded and agreed. His impression of Wang Zhong improved a lot. He treated his comrade's sister as his own sister. This alone was enough to make people admire him.

Wang Zhong led Xiaozui and followed Milong through the city, bypassing countless narrow alleys, and out of Zenda City. They headed north for more than three miles before arriving at an inconspicuous house. Milong went forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the wooden door was opened with a creaking sound, and a head popped out from behind the door.

He looked around vigilantly, and then welcomed Milong, Wang Zhong and the other two into the house.

In the yard, there stood a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh and a scar running diagonally from his forehead down past the corner of his eye to his cheek. He was sizing up Wang Zhong and the others, his hand on his bulging waist.

"Where are the things?" Milong went straight to the middle-aged man as soon as he entered the door, walked up to him and asked directly.

"Who are these two?"

"Buyer!" said Milong.

The man looked at Wang Zhong's tattered military uniform and nodded to the person beside him.

Then the door of the next room was seen opened, and a young man with a crew cut came out of the room carrying a rifle on his back, followed by a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old holding a box in his hands.

The middle-aged man took the rifle from the young man and said as he pulled the bolt: "This old Russian water-jet rifle is 80% new. I spent a lot of effort to get this good item from the Central Army."

The middle-aged man boasted without thinking. The Central Army was Chiang Kai-shek's direct line and was equipped with all German equipment. The Water-Link was produced by the Russians, so how could it be the equipment of the Central Army?

However, Wang Zhong was too lazy to reveal it. He took the water bullet from the middle-aged man, pulled the bolt, disassembled the gun in a breath, and carefully checked the inside.

The rifle in Wang Zhong's hand is not the same model as the one known as the magic weapon of Shangganling, but a 1907 carbine, which is slightly shorter than a rifle and a lance, but its accuracy is no worse.

The quality of a gun cannot be judged by its appearance alone; you must check the inside carefully to avoid being fooled.

"Where's the bullet?"

The middle-aged man took the box from the young man, opened the lid, and revealed the orange bullets inside.

"Where's the pistol?" Wang Zhong asked again.

The man in the middle glanced at Wang Zhong, then immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist, and then took out two more pistols from behind his waist, one was a Qiang brand revolver and two were a Ma brand revolver, of different qualities.

The young man next to him also took out a twenty-shot box gun from behind his waist.

"Find a place to try out the gun?" Wang Zhong looked at Milong.

Milong looked at the middle-aged man, who nodded and said, "Follow me!"