Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 195 The Market Reopens
Without putting a bridle on the foal, Chen Fan walked ahead with his hands behind his back, and the foal bounced and ran around him.

It rushed ahead for a while, but when it realized it was too far from Chen Fan, it quickly ran back, jogged alongside Chen Fan for a bit, and then couldn't resist rushing forward again.

After running back and forth for more than ten minutes, the man and his horse arrived at the brigade headquarters.

Seeing that there were outsiders, the little colt didn't dare to run around anymore and stayed close to Chen Fan. However, its two big eyes darted around curiously as it looked at the people.

When the villagers saw Xiao Ma, they all greeted Chen Fan.

"Teacher Chen, is this the horse you bought last time?"

By the way, Chen Fan now has a new name in Lujiawan. No one calls him Master Chen anymore; everyone calls him Teacher Chen, even Master Liu, who is over 70 years old.

Chen Fan patted the horse's head that was pressed against him and replied with a smile, "Yes, that's the horse. It hasn't been out since we bought it. Now that the weather is nice, we took it out for a walk."

Someone kindly called out, "Teacher Chen, you'd better get a leash and keep it on a leash. The foal is attached to its mother, and it's not far from Ganjiacun Village. It might run away."

Chen Fan laughed and said, "It's alright, I have the receipts. Even if they run away, they have to bring them back to me."

Upon hearing this, the people nearby all grinned and laughed heartily.

After crossing the dirt road, we soon arrived at the brigade headquarters.

On the open field in front, Zhang Wenliang was still leading a group of militiamen in drills, their punches and kicks were meticulous. When they saw Chen Fan coming over, they simply nodded and greeted him without saying a word.

Chen Fan did not go in as usual, but stood aside and watched.

A moment later, Xiao Liewen came over doing stretching exercises. He stood next to Chen Fan, took out his pipe, patted the pony's head, and laughed, "Not bad, it's quite well-fed."

The little pony shook its head, looking at the man with a hint of fear, and tried to hide on the other side of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan reached out and clamped the horse's head to prevent it from moving. "You're meant to be a warhorse, how can you be afraid?"

He gently patted the horse's head before turning to Xiao Liewen with a smile, "This fellow hasn't left the house for almost a month. He finally came out for some fresh air today because the roads are dry."

Xiao Liewen lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and said, "If you want to train warhorses, then you can't spoil them. So what if the road isn't dry? Even if it's raining or snowing, you still have to take them out to run."

Chen Fan smiled and nodded, "You're right. I'm just worried that it might develop other complications after recovering from a serious illness. I'll prepare more herbal medicine and take it out for walks on rainy days when it's a bit older."

Xiao Liewen almost choked on his cigarette. He coughed twice, exhaling smoke, and laughed, "You're always so irresponsible. Taking the horse out for a walk in a thunderstorm? Do you want it to get sick, or do you want yourself to get sick?"

After a pause, too lazy to waste time with his nonsense, she asked, "Did you not go in directly today, but instead wait here? Is something important?"

"No."

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Didn't Brother Sanhu say before that he would teach me real marksmanship once I mastered holding the gun? I've been practicing on my own these past few days and I feel like I'm almost there, so I wanted to ask him when he'll teach me practical marksmanship."

"You've mastered it?"

Xiao Liewen's expression changed slightly, and he looked at him with a strange look. "How do you train it? Tell me."

Chen Fan laughed and said, "I tied three bricks to the gun barrel and hung it up, and then put a bullet casing on the barrel. I held it up for half an hour without it falling down. It's similar to what Brother Sanhu said before, so I guessed that I must have mastered it."

After a pause, he continued, "I was able to master it so quickly thanks to the Xingyi spear stance you taught me. The changes in the force of shaking the spear are very helpful in wielding the spear. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do it so quickly."

Xiao Liewen pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching slightly. "Come with me and show me."

After saying that, he walked inside. Chen Fan grabbed Xiao Ma's ear and quickly followed behind.

Xiao Liewen entered the office, strode to his cabinet, unlocked it, took out a Type 56 semi-automatic pistol, turned around and tossed it to him, "No need to tie bricks anymore, give it a try."

As he spoke, he threw another bullet at him.

Chen Fan took the gun in one hand and weighed it in his hand. He knew without looking that it was an unloaded gun. He grabbed the bullet with his other hand, placed it upside down on the barrel, and then straightened the gun, assuming an aiming posture.

Throughout the entire process, the bullet in the barrel remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest tremor.

Xiao Liewen forgot to smoke, his pipe still in his mouth. He stared blankly at the bullet, muttering, "It actually worked?"

Having practiced martial arts, Chen Fan now has sharp hearing and eyesight. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but look up and ask, "Captain, you're not trying to fool me, are you?"

Xiao Liewen snapped out of his daze, waving his hand with a complicated expression. "There's no benefit in fooling you. You've mastered the marksmanship, don't you know how it feels?"

Chen Fan was taken aback. "Based on marksmanship?"

Xiao Liewen nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes full of reminiscence. "The marksmanship, also known as the gun-handling technique, is a method specifically for training how to hold a gun. Originally, it was taught to the White Army by American instructors. After the White Army was captured and surrendered, it was passed on to our army."

However, instead of hanging bricks, they hung a kettle and placed a bullet on the barrel of a gun.

The Russians have a similar training method; they put a small red ball on the barrel of a gun, which is pretty much the same thing.

However, this method of training marksmanship was abolished by both the Americans and the Soviets.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's face fell. "You're teaching me a useless training method and you're saying you're not kidding me?"

Xiao Liewen glanced at him and said, "The reason they abolished it is because hanging heavy objects on the gun would damage it. In addition, for most soldiers, practicing balance with bullets and small red balls is not as good as practicing firing with an empty gun. At least it can form muscle memory, make the posture of using firearms more standardized, and make the firing speed faster."

Chen Fan couldn't hold back any longer, "Then why did Brother Sanhu teach me this?"

Xiao Liewen said solemnly, "Because this method does more harm than good to ordinary soldiers, but it has a very good training effect on real experts."

He stretched out one hand to demonstrate, "Back when I was in the army, there were several skilled soldiers in my company who used this method to practice shooting. Since they were all experts who had already mastered the skills, they learned this shooting technique in just a few days."

After completing the training, my accuracy improved by at least 30%, and I was able to fire more steadily and faster.

Although you haven't quite mastered the basics of kung fu yet, you've already made it to the top, especially since you've mastered the Five Elements Saber and the Xingyi Spear Stance, making you more sensitive to changes in the power of the spear.

So methods that are unsuitable for ordinary people are actually perfect for you to practice.

After he finished speaking, he exhaled a puff of smoke and said quietly, "I just didn't expect that you would master it in just over 20 days."

Chen Fan chuckled and was about to speak.

At this moment, Secretary Yang walked in, saw the two of them, and said with a smile, "Perfect timing, Xiao Chen, you're here too. Send out a notice later."

Chen Fan turned around and quickly took out paper and pen from his cloth bag. "Please speak."

Secretary Yang chuckled and said, "The rural market will be held again on March 6th, the 17th day of the first lunar month. The location will still be Ganjiacun. Remember to let them know later."

(End of this chapter)