I want to be a good person

I saw the kang filled with equipment, some blue, some pitch black, all polished to a shine.

"Come together!"

"It should."

The shopkeeper's abacus beads made a clacking sound and his fingers danced like a butterfly, flying up and down among the black flowers.

"Okay, I asked for the price, there are quite a few old men."

The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Okay, for the big item, you can use a lump, and we'll settle the matter."

"it is good."

The big item refers to gold and silver, and the old man refers to Yuan Datou, the hard currency in the business.

Xiangzi is a rifle, Gaipao is a Type 38 rifle, Paoliangzi is a box gun, Chilong is a bullet belt, and Rangzi is bullets.

A total of 6 Hanyang-made rifles, 22 Type 12 rifles, 8 ten-shot box guns, 1 turtle boxes, 5 Type 10B cavalry sword, 30 Japanese swords, 18 Type 5150 bayonets, and war horses were sold, with a total price of yuan.

Including the bullet belt, marching boots, leggings, belts, gun oil, gun ropes, clothes and other accessories, the total cost was 6150 yuan.

When the items were split up and sold separately, they were indeed more expensive than the total purchase price. The prices were reduced and the configurations were reduced, and additional configurations were encouraged. Unfortunately, the Type 90 steel helmets were not sold.

"It belongs to Shopkeeper Hu."

Zhang Aiguo picked up the abacus and fiddled with it a few times, which was actually just quick mental arithmetic. He returned the abacus formulas to the teacher.

"Let's be frank. 20 large yellow croakers for 150 silver dollars. The deal is done today."

Why don’t you talk about spring points all of a sudden? You were talking about incision quite well.

Shopkeeper Hu was indeed a man of the world, and he thought about it for a moment.

Damn, he's not even pretending, this is half threat, half coercion.

It turns out that it’s not an easy encounter, and things are a bit sticky.

During the time of Marshal Zhang, the people adopted a bandit style, and the puppet Manchukuo also adopted a bandit style. Hasn't anything changed?

Little devil?

The Japanese devils can no longer be described as bandits, they are even more vicious.

"Okay, Chief Dong, the deal will definitely be done. I will facilitate it."

"I trust you, of course. Everyone, it's enough if you are doing well for me. We have to rely on friends to make a living. We should give each other face."

Shopkeeper Hu smiled awkwardly and said some nice things to please the circus people, but everyone knows that those who become big are those who rob other thieves and kill their sworn brothers.

The word "official" has two mouths. Once you get on stage and put on the hat, you start to make chicken soup and paint big pictures, self-affirmation, self-praise, and gild yourself. Gradually you become self-intoxicated, just like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, spinning around and trying its best to show off its front.

"Then I'll wait here for Shopkeeper Hu."

Zhang Aiguo cupped his hands.

"I'll go check it out now."

Shopkeeper Hu stood up and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute."

"Manager Hu, my sword is a gift to heroes. I will give it to that hero."

"it is good."

He took Zhang Aiguo's sword and left.

Can a beard live that long?

There was someone behind the scenes. The Japanese won them over, gave them guns, ammunition and money, and asked them to fight against the Anti-Japanese United Army.

Although there were a few who stood up and raised the flag to resist the Japanese, most of them went along with the corrupt.

Both parties lived in the Zhuda Inn, but they didn't like to meet face to face. The trust between people was at stake, and one had to be tough to stand out in troubled times.

The owner of a large inn would generally not engage in physical combat and break the rules unless both parties were desperate.

The sabers and samurai swords that were taken out were specially chosen to divert trouble away.

No matter how the Japanese agree, once they find out that you have killed their own kind, they will inevitably turn against you, and more people will join the resistance, and every death counts.

Next, Zhang Aiguo sat steadily in the room, with two turtle boxes placed on the kang table.

A plate of fried peanuts, cabbage stewed with pork, warm wine in a copper pot, and a few fried cakes.

Waiting patiently for the reply from Shopkeeper Hu.

Let’s talk about Shopkeeper Hu on the other side.

"Boss, I've checked the goods, they are of very good quality. They only want the big items, gold bars and dollars."

As the middleman, Shopkeeper Hu certainly wanted to push the deal as far as possible so that he could earn a large yellow croaker. Moreover, if the news got out, it would improve his status in the underworld.

"Gold bars? Dollars?"

The gang's leader is named Song Laosan, and only he knows his real name. He is from the Fengtian Army Cavalry Brigade. If he can gather enough men, he will have more than a hundred people under his command. People in the underworld nicknamed him Old Mountain Bee.

"Old Sheep, can't you afford the ticket?"

"Old Sheep has too much money to spend, so the other party asked for gold bars. I counted them and found 21 large yellow croakers and 150 silver dollars!"

Shopkeeper Hu hesitated for a moment.

Lao Shanfeng has a serious mind. He is a man who has survived countless struggles, and the only person he believes in is himself.

"what happened?"

"To be honest, I feel like the other party is working for the Japanese."

"Ok?"

"I heard that the Japanese are also having a hard time in their own country. The salaries of these soldiers are low, not even as much as what our Marshal Zhang gave them at the time."

"That makes sense. This man and this ghost are both out to make money and support their families."

Lao Shanfeng echoed this, but his face showed no expression.

"Now the Japanese are attacking us very frequently. Although they are mainly targeting the Anti-Japanese United Army, they are just robbing grass and killing rabbits for us. I estimate that the situation will become more and more difficult. Only if we have the right weapons in our hands can we survive."

"Buy it and pay for it."

Lao Shanfeng untied the big belt and took out 10 large yellow croakers from it.

He took out 11 large yellow croakers and 150 silver dollars from his bag and placed them one by one on the kang table.

Shopkeeper Hu counted the items, and a man wrapped them in a dark white bundle and tied them up with force.

Old Shanfeng waved his hand and whispered in his ear.

"Second brother, you go with us, check out his background, and buy his carriage on the way. We still need to transport it out..."

"Hmm~hmm"

After saying that, he said to another man.

"Third brother, the second brother and I are waiting for you here. Hurry up and gather the brothers to pick us up."

"Yes."

Watching the three people leave, Lao Shanfeng had no idea what he was thinking, his eyes fixed on the table, trying to see something.

"Dong dong dong."

"Come in."

"Commander Dong, good news."

Zhang Aiguo sat on the kang without getting up. He raised his head and smiled.

"Where's the money?"

"At this."

Shopkeeper Hu respectfully placed the bundle on the table on the kang and reached out to slowly untie it.

The two sides looked at each other, and Shopkeeper Hu took away one of the large yellow croakers. This was the price agreed upon before.

The second one who followed was the second in command.

Seeing the goods on the earthen kang, he picked up a few to inspect them, pulled the bolt, listened to the empty gun, looked at the barrel, took a few empty aim, and tested the rear sight.

There is a huge difference in the fineness of gun cleaning between regular soldiers and those from the wild army. The philosophies they uphold are different, and the gun is their second life.

Zhang Aiguo threw the bag beside him and watched the actions of the second cabinet carefully. In these troubled times where you have a gun, you have to hide and survive.

"Sir Dong, the deal is done. We, the big counter, have one more thing we would like to trouble you with."

"explain."

"We need to borrow your carriage."

Zhang Aiguo was stunned.

Buy weapons and get free transportation?

"Hahaha, borrow? I'm afraid it's borrowed but no one will return it. What do you think?"

"Commander Dong, let me introduce this..."

Shopkeeper Hu would say hurriedly.

"No need for introductions. The carriage can be borrowed."

Oh.

The second shopkeeper and Manager Hu did not expect him to be so easy to talk to, and were caught off guard.

"but…"