59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

In this day and age, guns are prevalent, and the law explicitly gives everyone the right to own a gun. All one has to do is apply legally.

But the prerequisite is that you are an adult, have no criminal record, and preferably have a regular public office, otherwise the application will not be approved.

Chen Feng did not have a gun license, even though his father was the deputy chief of the security department and his uncle was a police officer in the criminal investigation team. The gun his father gave him was registered under his father's name. If the gun was used to kill someone, the police would be held responsible if they found his father based on the trajectory of the bullet.

Therefore, Chen Feng didn’t know about Xiao Ming’s “naive idea of ​​getting rich”, otherwise he would have labeled him “very stupid and very naive”.

Cheng Jianjun's father must be stupid to lend him a gun or help him contact a gun dealer to buy a gun.

I got back home safely before 12 o'clock.

The little girl was sitting at the door again, waiting for him to come back. When she saw the figure appear in the alley, she happily ran over to greet him.

"Big pot, the rice is ready, it smells so good!"

Chen Feng got off with a smile, loaded his sister on the bicycle, and pushed the bicycle back.

The little girl always wanted to ride a bicycle, but this one was too tall. If she wanted to ride a bicycle, she had to wait until the end of August to take the training class exam and meet Chen Feng’s standards before she could get a modified bike.

But even so, the girl still stretched her legs and tried to pedal.

"We're going to the zoo this afternoon. What do you want to see?"

"Tiger!" Chen Li blurted out without thinking.

"Why?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

"Hehe!" Chen Li couldn't step on the pedal, so she gave up. She grabbed her eldest brother's shoulder with one hand to keep her body stable, and said, "Second brother said that the big pot raised a tiger. It's big now. I want to see how big the tiger is."

When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he didn't let the little girl get off. Instead, he lifted the bicycle and passed it steadily over the threshold.

"Dad, the cauldron is back!"

The little girl shouted.

Chen Jianjun, who was teaching Chen Hao, Wang Pangzi, and Hu Bayi special moves, turned his head and nodded with a smile: "Girl, don't shout loudly. Girls should speak gently."

"Oh!" The little girl nodded obediently, but as to whether she listened to it or not, only God knew.

"Where is Ouyang Qing? Did she go back?" Chen Feng didn't see anyone, so he parked his bicycle in front of the main hall and put his sister down.

Chen Jianjun let go of the three little ones, looked at Chen Feng helplessly and said, "Qing girl insisted on going back, and Xiao Wei was spanked by her. Didn't she like eating at our house very much before? Did you fight with her again?"

Zhou Qing came out with a big belly and said, "How can it be the same? We are all children of six or seven years old. If there is food, of course we stay to eat. Now Qing girl has grown up, how can we have the nerve to stay."

"I think our little glutton will feel embarrassed." Chen Jianjun looked at his little daughter with a smile.

Chen Li didn't like what her father said. She put her hands on her hips and grumbled to him, "No, I only eat that little. Dad, I'm not a glutton. My second brother and fat brother are. They eat three bowls at a time."

Fatty Wang just kept laughing and didn't refute.

His parents sent him some rice from time to time. In addition, his grandfather also often sent him some cigarettes and alcohol as payment for his grandson's tuition, accommodation and food expenses.

"Yes, yes, you are right. They are big eaters and you are a small rice bowl." Chen Jianjun smiled and held his daughter's hand.

"I'm not a bowl either, I'm just a cute child!" said the little bowl very seriously.

"Haha, well, you are still a child." Chen Jianjun doted on his daughter. Cute children naturally don't have to work or be beaten.

"What are we having for lunch?" Chen Feng helped Zhou Qing into the kitchen. Zhang Haixing and the old lady had already prepared the food and placed it on the dining table.

"You are going to the zoo this afternoon, so you have to walk a long way. I cooked some rice and fried some venison." said the old lady, holding the plate.

Whenever the old man was cooking meat, he would always drink a cup or two. He came in with a bottle of Erguotou medicinal liquor. When he heard this, he told the children, "You can go out to play, but don't be naughty. If you damage public property, you will have to pay for it. Second, don't run around. Follow your eldest brother obediently. There are a lot of human traffickers out there. If you are caught in the mountains, Grandpa won't be able to find you back."

"I got it, Grandpa!" Chen Li nodded obediently.

This sentence is specifically for her.

Human traffickers usually target children her age.

The whole family sat down to eat.

"Brother Jun, will your security department fire cannons or guns this year?"

"Yes!" Chen Jianjun nodded.

Today's state-owned enterprises are small societies. In addition to production workshops, they also have schools for children of employees, factory hospitals, canteens, stadiums, meeting halls, barber shops, bathhouses, etc.

There is almost everything here, including the security department and armory responsible for factory security.

The bigger the factory, the more important it is and the more powerful its weapons.

Maxim machine guns were nothing, as there were mortars and anti-aircraft guns. Large factories were equipped with Type 56 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns, which could shoot down planes and infantry. Facing huge military pressure from the United States and the Soviet Union, all young and middle-aged people in state-owned factories had to participate in militia training. The training subjects were generally the three major infantry tactics: shooting, bombing, and assassination, and they had to take assessments every year.

That is what Zhou Qing meant by setting off firecrackers and firing guns.

The security department, armed forces department and militia organization of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill hold assessment and military exercises on August 1 every year.

In the eyes of everyone, it became an armed performance that only happens once a year.

For the workers (militia) of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, today is not only a day of fun, but also a good meal at noon.

"It's fun to set off firecrackers, Dad. I want to set off firecrackers too." Chen Li thought it was the firecrackers for the New Year. When she was young, she would hide behind Chen Feng every time he set off firecrackers.

I had a lot of fun this year.

"That won't do. The cannons we set off are not the firecrackers you set off during the Chinese New Year. When the cannons go off, it's like thunder. Children can't go there. They might lose their souls."

"Daddy, I'm not afraid of thunder now." Chen Li said coquettishly.

Chen Jianjun still disagreed, picked up a piece of meat for his daughter, and said with a smile: "You are still young now. When you are 8 years old, Dad will teach you how to shoot and set off fireworks."

Chen Hao had seen the live-fire drills at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill on the Army Day three times. He had tried both pistols and rifles, the only thing missing was a cannon.

"Dad, I'm almost 10 years old now, 11 in age, when are you going to teach me how to shoot?"

Chen Feng interrupted, "You are only 11 years old, why are you learning how to shoot? Wait until you are 16."