I want to be a good person

"Pu Chi Pu Chi"

There were many pits where water accumulated after the rain.

Zhang Aiguo bent his waist and picked up the fallen melons with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The first box gun, washed by rain.

"Grass"

Zhang Aiguo saw the serial number and because the last two digits were 98, he remembered it very clearly. It was the gun he had sold.

“Not authentic.”

In order to vent his dissatisfaction, Zhang Aiguo searched the property, guns and ammunition, and left the body where it was without burying it.

The gun needs to be disassembled and cleaned, which wastes gun oil and time.

The leader who was sniped had two silver bills in his arms. Fortunately, they were wrapped in oil paper and were not wet by water. The total amount was 250 yuan, two hundred and fifty yuan each.

The money bag was gone, and neither was the gun.

All he found was a few dollars and a dozen bullets in his pocket.

All places where items could be hidden were searched: in the crotch, under the soles of shoes, in the corners of clothes, and in the leggings.

What came back were 7 box pistols, an old slide with the rifling almost worn out, and a few dry knives.

Seven war horses, of different colors.

There were a dozen silver dollars, dozens of copper coins, soaked banknotes of the Manchuria Central Bank, official documents issued by the official silver and money shop, Fengyang notes, Jixiaoyang notes, copper yuan notes, gold and silver yuan notes issued by the Yokohama Specie Bank, and Russian Mao's Qiang notes.

Unfortunately, many of them are worthless now. In order to plunder wealth, the Japanese devils forced the exchange price to be lowered. Just from the Jilin Yongheng official post, they plundered more than 800 million yuan of wealth. The value of the collection is greater than the actual face value.

The well-known sheep tickets and camel tickets belonged to the pseudo Mengjiang Bank which had not yet been established. It was the damn Sheriff Wang who interrupted his plan.

Cool breeze.

"Ah"

A little bit cool.

My Chicago typewriter can no longer be used. It must be used in critical places. Rumors spread like a plague very quickly. When you think about all the strange things that have happened, even though there are imitations in China, wouldn't it be a disaster?

Where can I find some flower machines?

Qingdao and Tianjin did have imitations, but the MP28 was the best, with a rate of fire selector, capable of single shot or continuous firing, and its bullets were compatible with those of box pistols.

After packing up, I put on Mongolian boots and set off for Duolun. The silver notes were from the local bank and had to be exchanged as soon as possible, otherwise they would depreciate like waste paper.

The further north you go, the more obvious the grassland landscape becomes.

You can see scattered white yurts, sheep grazing, horses, and cows.

Zhang Aiguo picked up a box pistol and carried it with him. The red silk was as red as blood.

The blue-and-white horse was equipped with a Chasik saber, and the mule was loaded with salt, cloth, sugar, tea bricks, tin kettles and other iron products, as well as kerosene.

"Wang Wang Wang"

There was a burst of fierce dog barking.

A huge Mongolian dog struggled with the chain and tried to pounce over.

"Stop yelling"

A middle-aged man in Mongolian clothes lifted the curtain and walked out of the yurt, stopping the dog from barking.

“Dear guests from afar, be well”

"Hello, I'm a businessman from Zhangjiakou."

Zhang Aiguo dismounted, bowed slightly to greet, and raised his hands with his palms facing up.

"Welcome, dear guest"

"Please come in and have a cup of milk tea. You've worked hard on the journey."

Zhang Aiguo took off his boots, put down his whip, and walked in. The strategy he had read before came in handy.

Things to note when getting started, where to sit, and how to sit.

Sitting cross-legged in the bag, Zhang Aiguo gave his gift, a tea brick.

The gift is a bit expensive.

The host took out a snuff bottle and asked Zhang Aiguo to smell it. Zhang Aiguo took out a pack of Hardman cigarettes and handed it over.

After the exchange, Zhang Aiguo took out a little powder and put it to his nose and sniffed it.

The milk tea was poured into a silver bowl and served with both hands.

Taking the bowl with both hands, the host quickly placed some dairy products on it.

"My friend, I was on my way and was guided to your yurt."

"My friend, what can I do for you?"

"I want to raise some Mongolian dogs."

"Just for two dogs?"

"Yes, my friend"

The Mongolian man took a look at the tea brick, which was the green brick tea from Zhangjiakou.

"Okay, wait for me. Sachig"

"Hey"

A woman came in.

"Take good care of our guests and call Qiqige over. I'm going to go to Sireng's place to check. His dog has given birth to puppies. They should be a month old. I'm going to get a few."

"Go and come back soon"

“Ride slower”

Zhang Aiguo also gave this reminder.

After more than an hour, Zhang Aiguo saw the Mongolian man Hutu who had hurried back with three little white puppies.

The Mongolian Hound, also known as the Khitan Hound, is 70-80 cm long and weighs 35-50 kg for males, and 65-75 cm long and weighs 30-40 kg for females. It is the prototype of the Xiaotian Dog. It is large in size, runs fast, has good endurance, a keen sense of smell, can tolerate roughage, and is loyal to its owner.

As for wanting two thin dogs, the reason is to be prepared at all times.

In order to repay Hutu's enthusiasm and generosity, Zhang Aiguo gave him a few tea bricks, a tin kettle, and some cloth.

Despite the host's enthusiastic invitation, Zhang Aiguo politely declined. He could not accept the custom of his wife and daughter accompanying guests. He was also afraid that they would get drunk and have sex, and would be very angry after the trip.

Especially seeing that Qi Qi Ge has a plump figure, although his skin is not very smooth, it should feel very good. He is a real knight.

Faced with Hutu's dissatisfaction, Zhang Aiguo resolutely mounted his horse and left, although he really wanted to try the meat with his hands. The bundle handed to him was filled with dried meat, a pot of kumis, and some dairy products.

The environment is pristine, with wolves and other animals roaming the wild, as well as humans who are more ferocious than wild animals.

The dusk was deep, the stars quietly peeked out, a half moon hung in the sky, but dark clouds floated by from time to time.

They chose a high spot, hammered a few wooden pegs into the ground, tied up the animals, removed the mule's saddle, then removed the saddle of the blue-and-white horse, put up a support, built a shed, and hung a horse lantern to block the rain at night.

He took out the stone trough and poured water into it, put some corn and sorghum in three wooden basins, and threw in some salt.

"Boss, what is he doing?"

"Pitching the tent"

There were figures busying themselves in the distance, and soon a triangular tent was set up.

“That’s fast enough.”

"Shit, it looks a bit like a Japanese military tent to me."

"The Japs' tent?"

"What do the devils call this? Oh, it's a sky tent."

"Return the damn sky curtain. Their boss is called the Emperor, and the deity they worship is called Amaterasu. He is not tall, but he always wants to go to heaven. He wants whatever he needs!"

The big boss shook his head, the short and ugly Japanese.

Among the bandits who committed all kinds of evil, there were also a small number of anti-Japanese heroes who really dared to fight the Japs and fight bloody battles. In order to replenish money and food, they would do anything to get what they wanted. Everyone's approach was no different.

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Chapter 118 was uploaded first, and Chapter 117 was uploaded later. The release time was arranged, but they are still sorted according to the upload time. I feel dizzy.