Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Ermao's second brother suffered a critical hit, and this time his defense was completely broken, and he howled even louder than Sanmao.

Looking at Ermao, whose nose and tears were all rolled into a ball, He Daqing was amused.

"Wasn't you very tough just now?

You still want to pretend to be a hero in front of me, He Daqing, bah~"

Ermao was crying bitterly, and Damao couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he said:

"He Daqing, we admit defeat in this hunting contest.

If you have any request, we can discuss it..."

He Daqing threw the wooden stick in his hand and walked towards Damao with a smile.

"Haha, you old Russian are more sensible, no wonder they listen to you.

Let me remind you, it’s not that I have any requirements.

It was you who stole my loot and I caught you.

The situation now is that you need to impress me with your sincerity so that I can forgive your shameless behavior.

Do you know what sincerity is? "

As He Daqing spoke, he rubbed his fingers together and made a motion of counting money.

Damao seemed to understand something, but not completely, so he asked tentatively.

"The sincerity you are talking about, is it an antique?"

He Daqing was stunned.

I just want to get some rubles to spend, but antiques are fine too.

I am a kind-hearted man, how could I possibly make things difficult for our comrades from our big brother, the Soviet Union?

Putting on a fatherly smile, He Daqing said cheerfully:

“Yes, yes, yes, it’s an antique.

I am an avid fan of historical literature. As a cultural person, what I hate most is fighting and killing.

What is your sincerity? Can you tell me about it? "

Da Mao replied:

"I have an inkstone that is said to have been used by Xin Qiji."

He Daqing's eyes sparkled. He didn't expect that the Russians had such high-quality goods.

"If you have this sincerity, tell me earlier.

Look at what this incident has done, it's so damaging to the relationship.

Come on, come on, have a cigarette first to calm your nerves."

He Daqing took out a cigarette, stuffed it into Damao's mouth, lit it for Damao himself, and then turned to look at the other two Maozi.

"His sincerity is there, but where is your sincerity?"

Ermao and Sanmao looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.

I don't have any antiques, do you?

Damn, how come I have that thing?

Seeing that the two were being so rude, He Daqing shamelessly reminded them.

“Sincerity doesn’t have to be in the form of antiques; rubles are also fine.

I don't mind the trouble. I can go to the Friendship Store and buy it myself.

You won't tell me you don't even have rubles?"

Sanmao quickly interrupted.

“Yes, yes.

I have three hundred rubles in my pocket."

Ermao also said:

"I have over two hundred roubles in my pocket, and a British kerosene lighter with rubies in it."

He Daqing slapped his head in annoyance.

I miscalculated and forgot to collect the spoils.

"Okay, okay, since you are sincerely repentant, I forgive you.

I will untie you now. If you are not convinced and want to fight me, I will be happy to do that."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he let the three shivering Russians down from the tree.

The three frozen old Russians supported and helped each other to put on their clothes.

Walking to the fire and warming themselves by it, the Russians finally felt like they were alive again.

He Daqing took the more than 500 rubles and counted them carefully several times. The total was 582.

If he took it to the black market, he could get at least 20 million Chinese dollars, which was more than his annual salary.

The kerosene lighter inlaid with rubies is also good and feels very smooth.

The workmanship is very good, and the shell seems to be made of silver.

He took out paper and pen from his pocket and threw them to Damao.

"Da Mao, write me a promissory note and say that you borrowed an inkstone used by Xin Qiji.

By the way, please also write down clearly how the three of you stole my spoils. I want to keep some things in reserve.

I just want an insurance policy, so that you won't come out and bite me back.

Don't worry, as long as you don't talk nonsense when you go out, what you write will not be seen by anyone else.

I have explained it so clearly, if you still don’t want to write, then I can only hang you on a tree.

Don't play tricks on me, write in more detail.

Look what they are doing?

Write it yourself, and then the two of them will have to write it too. If the front and back don’t match, don’t blame me, He Daqing, for being a scumbag. You guys forced me to do it…”

He Daqing was talking and gesticulating at the same time, and from time to time he would give some pointers on the Russians' word formation and sentence structure, and the neatness of their handwriting.

Compared with He Daqing's smiling face, the Russians had sad faces, as if their father had died.

Once this thing is written, He Daqing will have the handle in his hand, and the GRU will never be able to hold its head up again.

But they were also helpless and had no other options. All their weapons were confiscated by He Daqing.

The three of them procrastinated and wrote something, and it took them nearly three hours.

By the time He Daqing collected the evidence presented by the Russians, it was already half past twelve.

The Russians chewed the dry bacon and stared at He Daqing from time to time.

He Daqing was roasting a plump and juicy snow rabbit, and the fat was sizzling under the licking of the flames.

A handful of special spice powder was sprinkled on it, and the aroma instantly exploded, drilling into people's noses.

Two disheveled figures emerged from the woods not far away, gasping for breath. They were Wu Yong and Zhao Fei.

The two men saw He Daqing, looked at the three Russians with vigilance, tightened the rifles in their hands, lowered the muzzles, and walked towards the shelter.

Although He Daqing doesn't look like he's being controlled, who knows if this is a trap.

Accidents are too easy to happen in the snowy forest. Who knows if the Russians will do something desperate.

He Daqing waved his hand.

"Old Wu, Old Zhao, come here quickly.

You two are really in a hurry. You got here at dinner time.

Haven’t eaten it yet?

Come and try my cooking.

Don't worry about the three of them, they have been captured by me, their weapons have been confiscated, and they can't cause any trouble."

Wu Yong and Zhao Fei walked closer and looked the Russians up and down. Seeing their bruised faces and noses, they began to believe what He Daqing said.

Wu Yong unceremoniously tore off one of the snow rabbit's hind legs and took a big bite of it.

"Old He, I am convinced now.

No wonder you have achieved so many military achievements, you are really capable.

Lao Zhao and I didn’t sleep well all night, and we chased after them at dawn.”

Zhao Fei is a little shy.

"Lao He, don't blame us for what happened last night.

In that situation, Old Wu and I were completely in the dark and couldn't help you at all.

Oh, God bless you, luckily you are okay.

Otherwise, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life..."