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Chapter 9: Stop prying around! (Please collect and read)
"You educated youths are not rich, so how can you keep eating your food and using yours..." Li Xiuzhi felt a little regretful, and Sun Jianping smiled, "You still don't believe me, but Uncle Zhang really bought it for me. Hurry up, the children are waiting to eat. Woolen cloth."

"Stand up and say, thank you brother! Hurry up!"

Cao Chungui glared, so frightened that the two children stood up quickly and lowered their heads, "Thank you, brother, for the big buns..."

"Okay, okay, let's just scare the children..."

This substantial meat-stuffed bun weighed more than half a catty. After heating it up in a pan, Li Xiuzhi cut the bun into several pieces, giving each person one piece and sharing them among the family.

"Is it delicious?" Captain Cao's nose felt sour as he looked at the two children eating the steamed buns. In these days, it's okay for adults to suffer, but these children suffered too!
The old man couldn't understand. There was no shortage of crop work in the fields, and the villagers were so tired that their sweat dropped to the ground. How could they still suffer from hunger?
Where is the problem?
"It's delicious!" The little grandson stuffed his mouth full and shouted vaguely.

"Jianping, didn't Zhang Ziyi say that he wanted to go hunting in the mountains? Tomorrow you and your brother will go and catch some wild animals and come back. It's almost the New Year, so at least you can get through it..."

"Okay, I'll clean the gun after we finish eating." Cao Chungui nodded, quietly poured the bun fillings into his wife's bowl, and ate the bun skins himself.

Li Xiuzhi blushed, this big boss sometimes felt sorry for others.

After lunch, Uncle Cao put on his cotton coat and went to the brigade headquarters. After handing over the public rations, he would next study how to distribute rations to the villagers.

Cao Chungui took down the two guns from the cabinet, quickly disassembled the 38 cover into parts, placed them one by one on the table, dipped a rag in some oil, and wiped them carefully.

"Brother Chungui, I see that Uncle Zhang also uses the Sanba Gai. Why are there so many Sanba Gai in the village?" Sun Jianping asked curiously. Cao Chungui chuckled, "You don't know this, right? In the early years The little devil was defeated. He walked past us and was disarmed by my father, Uncle Zhang and others. You see, these bullets are all unopened..."

"It's really..." Sun Jianping picked up a box of 6.5mm Arisaka rifle ammunition, took out a few bullets, and looked at it carefully.

Taken from the little devil...

is that true?

Two horse rack...

The name of this village sounds very strange. In the Northeast, the number "two" represents negative connotations such as tiger, tiger, and lack of heart. So for a village to have such a name, it really makes people doubt the motive of the person who named it.

After the gun was polished, Cao Chungui picked it up, squinted his eyes and compared it, adjusted the sight, nodded with satisfaction, and handed it to Sun Jianping, "This guy will be yours from now on. Can you shoot?"

"I practiced it during military training in school."

"Okay, I'll teach you later!"

Cao Chungui assembled another gun at a very fast speed. It looked like he was a veteran who had been playing with guns for many years, but he just didn't know how accurate it was.

"Let's go out and try!"

Cao Chungui grabbed a handful of bullets and put them in his pocket, put his gun on his back, and walked out of the door with Sun Jianping.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, the sun was already setting in the west. The two of them went out and came to the harvested crop field. They set up a piece of wood in the distance, lit it with charcoal, then counted a hundred steps and stood still.

"Jianping, can you hit him?" Cao Chungui took out a handful of bullets and stuffed them into him and asked with a smile.

Sun Jianping took the bullet, pulled the bolt and inserted it, and gestured, "Try it!"

He firmly remembered what the instructor said during the school's military training. He spread his legs and leaned forward slightly. He put the butt of the gun on the hollow of his shoulder. He tightly grasped the handguard under the barrel with his left hand. His finger was hooked on the trigger and he narrowed his eyes. One eye forms a straight line with the crosshair and target!
boom!
There was a gunshot, and the powerful recoil made his arm numb. The bullets whizzed and flew close to the top of the wood, making Cao Chungui laugh. "Look at me!" Cao Chungui also raised his gun and aimed at the black spots lit by charcoal. With a bang, the bullet flew out and hit the wood crookedly. The wood fell to the ground with a sound, and sawdust flew across the snow. .

Sun Jianping walked over and took a look and was happy.

Brother Cao’s marksmanship...

It’s not that bad either!

"It's gone!" Sun Jianping waved his hands and shouted loudly.

"Fuck!" Cao Chungui cursed, pulled the bolt of the gun to withdraw the bullet, put a new bullet in it, aimed at the re-erected wooden stake, and pulled the trigger again.

This time the shot was a little more accurate, but still missed by more than an inch.

Sun Jianping also loaded a bullet and fired, but it still missed the target.

"What are these two stinky chess players trying to do here!" Lao Cai came over with a big pipe in his mouth. He was amused when he saw the two of them testing their marksmanship, and took the gun from Sun Jianping's hand. "This thing is not for you." , you have to use it like this..."

The old man took the 38 cap, skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun, loaded the bullet into the chamber, and pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder. His movements were smooth and smooth, all done in one go!
With a bang, the bullet whizzed out, hitting the black spots lit by charcoal without any bias!

The wooden pile suddenly retreated several meters away, pushing the snow on the ground out of a clearly visible trace, but it still stood firmly and did not fall!

"Uncle Cai, your shooting skills are... amazing!" Sun Jianping was shocked!

You can't tell that this old man is so skinny and dry, but he is also a practicing master!

"Zhang Ziyijing is bragging, saying that he can knock off cigarette butts, and I can hit the point of a needle right through with one shot!" The old man laughed, "Come to Jianping, I will teach you how to shoot, you first do this..."

Famous teachers give birth to great disciples. After the first instruction from Lao Cai, Sun Jianping quickly mastered the key points of shooting. He shot down and hit the black spot on the wood!

"Not bad, not bad. He is worthy of being a scholar from a big city. He has a sharp mind and learns things quickly. He is much better than those blind fools in the village."

Lao Cai held his pipe in his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

"Uncle Cai, when can I reach your level?" Sun Jianping took out the bullet casing, but Lao Cai snatched it away and put it into his pocket. "It's not difficult for you to become like me. Shoot first." I’ve been addicted to handwriting for ten thousand years.”

"Your marksmanship is derived from feeding bullets?"

"Hey, this kid is so smart!" Old Caitou laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "You guys practice while I go to the team headquarters for a meeting."

"Well!" Sun Jianping looked at the old man's back. He didn't ask Cao Chungui quietly until he was far away, "Brother Chungui, was this old man a hunter before? Why is his marksmanship so accurate!"

Cao Chungui shook his head vigorously, "Jianping, please stop asking around. It's better that you don't know what happened in the early years."

"Fine!"

It was getting dark, the lights in the brigade headquarters were brightly lit, and the annual distribution of rations began.

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