20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 145 Liu Ye’s Arsenal
The warm sunshine in winter is in Xiaoxiguan, Fengtian.

Passing the small west gate is the Huayang Public Commercial Port. The consulates of Britain, the United States, France, Germany, and Japan are gathered here, so you can often see foreigners from various countries coming and going in this vicinity.

Where fish and dragons are mixed, there must be hidden business.

Near the small west gate, there is a foreign goods store. The signboard reads "Fan Ji Western Watch Shop". In fact, all kinds of miscellaneous gadgets are sold.

The store's front is not big, narrow and small, but it imitates foreigners. They have all been replaced with glass windows and the products are fully displayed, which makes it look fresh.

There were only two young men in their thirties on the counter. They were both shopkeepers and a pair of sticks. The elder brother was named Fan Wen and the younger brother was named Fan Wu.

"Jingle Bell!"

As soon as the wind chime at the door rang, another guest came.

"Come! Sir, what do you want to see?"

Fan Wen quickly closed the account book, put down the pen in his hand, looked up and saw that he was an acquaintance, and said happily: "Hey! Mr. Liu! I haven't seen you in the past, hurry up, sit down!"

"Don't call me lord, I can't afford it, you're shabby!" Guan Wei waved his hands in shame, "You are... the big shopkeeper? Right?"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Liu has a good eye. Are you looking for my brother?" Fan Wen asked with a smile.

Guan Wei nodded, and while looking at the products on the shelves, he replied: "Something that makes noise!"

"I understand! I understand!"

Fan Wen turned to the back room and howled: "Xiao Wu! It's business! Hurry up, Master Six is ​​waiting!"

"Hey! Here we come!"

"Dong dong dong" - a series of footsteps sounded.

After a while, the door curtain of the back room was lifted, and the second shopkeeper Fan Wu showed his head, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Oh! Mr. Six, I've been waiting for you to come! Come on, come on, I'm going to catch my eye!"

Guan Wei smacked his lips and followed Fan Wu to the small warehouse in the back room.

There are two rows of shelves in the warehouse, and the lattice windows cut the sunlight into a few dusty light beams, piercing them diagonally across the room.

Fan Wu is different from his brother. This person is more talkative than Guan Wei. His mouth seems to be rented, and he feels uncomfortable even if he stops for a while.

"Hey! Sixth Master, to be honest, we have all heard about Fourth Master's incident. Please send me your condolences. Bai Baochen's gang of traitors are turtle bastards! Two days ago, I talked to my brother He said, "You will definitely be "trolled". If you don't avenge this, it's not your character at all, Mr. Liu!"

"Okay, okay, stop complimenting me here!" Guan Wei said impatiently.

"By chance you're here, I just received a new batch of goods here!"

As Fan Wu spoke, he walked to the west corner of the warehouse, squatted down, and lifted a piece of felt cloth to reveal a secret door. He picked up the iron ring and pulled it open, revealing a large wooden box underneath.

"Master Liu, you've got your eye on this! Although there aren't a lot of goods, they are absolutely all-inclusive. There are all kinds of styles! Made in China, Hanyang [-], the patrol camp uses this thing! How about this one? It's an Japanese product. It's gold. "Hook"; look at this one again, Maozi, "Water Lianzhu"! In the past two years, the Japanese and Maozi used these two in the war! And this one, the German Mauser..."

In the large wooden box, rifles were wrapped in oilcloth and neatly stacked together, about a dozen of them.

Nowadays, the world is in turmoil, and all kinds of arms are rampant among the people. Some come from foreign arms dealers, and some come from defeated armies and beards who have lost power.

Regardless of the origin, all in all, in these troubled times, guns and guns are considered hard currency.

But looking at the spears, Guan Wei couldn't help but frown.

Before he could speak, Fan Wu was observing the situation and immediately threw the "Golden Hook Rifle" in his hand into the box, raised his hand, and slapped himself in the mouth.

"Hey! I'm serious too. I'm just showing off with these outdated gadgets! Mr. Liu, don't mind, just look at this! A few years ago, the little devil fought with Mao Zi, and this shabby 'golden hook' didn't come with dustproof Guys, you've suffered a lot! This is their new spray gun, with a dustproof cover - the '[-] big cover'! You know, this gun..."

"Put it down, pull it down! Stop it!"

Guan Wei interrupted extremely impatiently: "I'm in the city, carrying such a thing, what's going on? Before I can go out, I let the smelly street patrol catch me!"

Fan Wu was stunned, then immediately dropped the rifle and said, "That's right! I blame my lack of eyesight! This thing is used by those landlords to look after their homes and homes, and it's not suitable for you! Then let's - take a look A small item?"

As he spoke, he immediately took Guan Wei's hand and walked towards the east corner of the warehouse.

"Sixth Master! I'm not telling you, don't just focus on the 'box cannon'. For small things, you have to look at Lao Mei's gadgets. Do you want the 'Horse Card Roller'? I happen to have a few, '瓤'er' Too many (bullets)!”

"Please calm down for a while! Do you know what I want?" Guan Wei said, throwing away his hand.

"Ah, Master Six, what do you want?"

Guan Wei smashed his mouth and asked, "Are there any explosives?"

"What the hell?" Fan Wu's eyes widened.

"Is there any explosives? Explosives! Explosives!"

Fan Wu looked stern, and just about to speak, he ran to the door with a bang, locked the door, and then ran back with a bang, lowered his voice like a thief, and asked: "What? Yes, Mr. Liu, you also want to make a revolution?"

Guan Wei's heart thumped, and his expression immediately became serious. He pointed at the other person's nose and said, "Fan Wu! You want me to die, don't you? I'm warning you, don't blame me!"

"No, then why do you need explosives?"

"Hey!" Guan Wei glared, "Is this your first day doing this business, or what? Do you need me to teach you the rules? We are a business, other things have nothing to do with you, so stop asking!"

Fan Wu also had a troubled expression on his face and said: "Sixth Master, don't blame me for talking too much. The world is in chaos now! Those gangs of rebels in the south fool a bunch of stupid young men into assassinations every day. Those boys... I don’t even know how to play with a gun, but if I shoot it out, nothing will happen to me! Then I started preparing explosives!”

"They don't even understand the explosives!"

Guan Wei said with disdain: "In the past few years, the 'Five Ministers', Old Wu, blew himself up to pieces. In the end, the Five Ministers didn't do anything, and the stupid young man who bombed the Regent... What kind of level are you living honestly? Isn’t it good?”

"Of course it's good to be alive!" Fan Wu took over the conversation, "So, I have to ask you what exactly you want to do. Otherwise, if you don't succeed, if you turn me in, my entire family will be involved. !”

Guan Wei immediately said sternly: "I'm warning you one last time! I! Guan Wei, follow the Qing Dynasty and we will die together! Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

"Okay, okay! Mr. Liu, it's just the two of us, you don't need to be like this!"

"I don't want you to worry!" Guan Wei muttered and cursed, "Damn it, I'm sweating for you to say it!"

"I feel a little scared too!"

Both of them obviously have nothing to do with the "Qing Qing" faction, but it seems that whenever they talk about it, they have already committed a huge sin, and they become inexplicably frightened.

Fan Wu quickly changed the subject, "How much do you want?"

"How many do you have?" Guan Wei asked.

"Two bundles can be made up to four bundles!"

"Just like that?"

"Oh my God! Mr. Liu, are you going to blow up the imperial mausoleum or something? Four bundles are not enough?" "The more the merrier!"

Guan Wei followed his elder brother's instructions and bought as much as he could - a fierce battle was expected!
"That's a bit difficult!" Fan Wu shook his head in embarrassment, "Now there is a plague in the north, and many places are not allowed to move around. At this time, it would be good to have four bundles!"

If both of them couldn't get more, the rest of them might be in trouble.

Although Guan Wei was disappointed, he could only say helplessly: "Okay! You can handle the four bundles for me first. If they are not enough, I will think of other ways."

"Hey! Mr. Liu, wait a moment!"

Fan Wu didn't want to let go of any business. He rolled his eyes and seemed to suddenly remember something. He led Guan Wei to another secret door, pulled out a small box from it, and handed it to Guan Wei. In front of him, he smiled mysteriously.

"Sixth Master, open it and take a look!"

Guan Wei looked suspicious and carefully opened the wooden box, only to see two rolling pin-like objects placed neatly inside.

"What the hell is this?" Guan Weiwei picked one up carelessly and weighed it in his hand, "Iron hammer? Why does it have a ring on it?"

"Hey! Oh, fuck! Big brother, big brother!"

Fan Wu quickly held down Guan Wei's hand and was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Sixth Master, you are taking me away! This thing is called a grenade, it's a serious new thing!"

There is a saying, there is a sequence of hearing, and there is a specialization in the art industry.

Guan Wei didn't have much exposure to arms, but he could guess a rough idea from the name. He immediately curled up his mouth and said, "Hey! Isn't this just the 'Zhentian Lei' from before! A crappy thing that even our ancestors didn't use." Now, you still show it?"

Hearing this, Fan Wu secretly smiled and said: "Sixth Master, you don't understand this! That 'Zhentian Lei' and this grenade are completely the same in the sky and the same as the earth. There is no comparison at all! It's no exaggeration at all. This grenade , it’s just a small mountain cannon! Back then, Maozi used this thing and caused the Japanese to suffer a lot!"

"Is it so useful?" Guan Wei asked, gently putting the grenade back into the wooden box with both hands.

"It's necessary! Now foreigners are starting to tinker with this stuff!"

In fact, throwing bombs is not a new thing, but with the emergence of various long-range artillery, it was once ignored on the battlefield.

But the Japanese and Maozi were fighting outside the customs, and various countries organized groups to show off and come to see how the current war should be fought.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will find that Mao Zi blew up the Japs with a grenade, and then the Japs also modified it on the spot to counter Mao Zi.

Onlookers from various countries took a look and found that grenades were extremely effective against trenches, so they returned to their countries to imitate the research and development. On the contrary, the host, the Qing court, really just stayed there and did not respond much.

When Guan Wei saw this new thing, he thought of Lao Qi first. After thinking for a moment, he made a decision and paid the deposit.

"I've got four bundles of explosives, these two grenades, and your handfuls of 'luzi'! I'll come over to pick them up in person in two days!"

Fan Wu's eyes immediately narrowed to a slit, and he responded repeatedly: "Okay! Okay! Mr. Liu, how much do you want for 'Zongzi'?"

Guan Wei asked: "I'll buy so much for you, why don't you give me some as a gift?"

"I have to give them away. Aren't I afraid that you won't have enough?" Fan Wu said, rubbing his hands.

Guan Wei waved his hand and said: "We don't need so much. We are not going to rebel and fight. Just follow the normal arrangements!"

"Understood! I'll prepare it for you in these two days!"

"You're just making this up, so I don't need to stress the rules anymore, right?"

Fan Wu raised his fists: "Don't worry, Mr. Six, this is not the first time we've done business! Could you please say hello to 'Owl' for me and wish him success!"

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After ordering the explosives, Guan Wei walked out of the shop and suddenly found that there were many more pedestrians on the street, especially vegetable stalls, butcher shops, grain stores, etc., which were almost overcrowded.

The common people gathered together, holding high the votes in their hands, with different denominations, and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Bring me ten kilograms of rice! Don't push the ones behind! Don't push!"

"Holy shit! Who the hell took off my pants!"

"Are there any more stick noodles?"

"Hey! Who the hell is that kid? You haven't paid me yet!"

A little boy picked up a bag of millet from a rice shop, turned around and ran away. As a result, he tripped and suddenly fell to the ground. The bag of millet instantly fell to the ground, attracting everyone to grab it.

"Shopkeeper Ma! Give me two kilograms of pork! Hey! Anywhere will do!"

"Why are vermicelli noodles so expensive? The price has increased, right? It's so damn wicked!"

"Go, go, don't grab it! Don't grab it! We won't sell it! I'll keep the rest for my own family!"

"Fuck! Who are you! If you didn't want to sell me, you would have told me earlier, and you would have been waiting in line for a long time for nothing!"

Seeing this situation, Guan Wei couldn't help but feel puzzled. He walked along Xiaoxiguan Street towards the city, asking passers-by from time to time: "Man, what's going on? Where is the disaster again?"

A few old men replied angrily: "It's not all the troublemakers in the north! Guys, don't go to the city. It's almost empty. Go back and grab some food!"

Guan Wei didn't care - Heilongjiang is far away from Fengtian, so what are you afraid of!
It wasn't until I entered the city and saw the official document where the notice was posted at Xiaoximen that I was shocked!
It turned out that, unknowingly, several plague patients had been discovered in Fengtian, and the provincial capital planned to follow the example of Harbin and implement restrictive management.According to Dr. Wu Liande's call, wearing a face mask can effectively protect you, and it is sold in major medical centers in Fengtian.

"Fuck me!"

Guan Wei immediately bent down, took off his two socks in the street, tied them into a buckle, and tied them around his mouth. Then he took out two large-amount coupons from his arms, turned around and ran back!

"Hey! That guy from the rice shop, leave me fifty kilograms of rice, and I'll pay double the price!"

Just after running a few steps, Guan Wei suddenly stopped again. Then he thought about it, Xiaoxiguan is close to the commercial port, and there is a horse-drawn railway connecting it with the Nanman Railway, so the flow of people is the densest, so he changed his direction and headed straight for it. Run to the east of the city.

Unexpectedly, the Mipu Grain Store in the east of the city was also overcrowded. Old men and women came one after another, cursing and pushing each other.

Seeing this, Buddha's hands immediately itched.

Guan Wei couldn't help but stop and sigh: "What a great opportunity to do business! What a pity!"

After saying that, I saw him dove into the crowd, threw his arms aside, pushed horizontally and vertically, and squeezed towards the counter with difficulty.

Only when I went to see him again at this moment did I realize that the children of the rivers and lakes and the heroes of the forest are, in the final analysis, just living beings fighting for food to survive, and there is no difference.

　There’s something going on today, so you don’t have to wait any longer!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)