I want to be a good person

"My surname is Wang, and my given name is Baixian. You can call me Mr. Wang, or you can call me Village Chief Wang. My ancestors have been farming and studying for generations. Eighty percent of the land in this village was accumulated through hard work."

"Mr. Wang, I am Zhang Aiguo, the younger generation. I am polite. I was rude before because I had no choice."

"It's okay. I know you are a rare person. My poor and remote place cannot accommodate a big Buddha. Please forgive me."

"Mr. Wang, you are joking. I really don't deserve it."

"It's getting late, why not go to bed early."

"it is good."

Zhang Aiguo saw that the old man still had some tricks up his sleeve, so he returned to the west wing where he lived and prepared to sort out his gains.

After closing and bolting the door, they took out the bandits' pistols and placed them on the table one by one. There were five guns with different barrel lengths and hammer sizes. They were made in Germany and Spain, and there should be some domestic imitations.

A box gun is a Mauser pistol. There are many models, and various variants and imitations are emerging one after another. It has many names. Original is the official term, and there are too many folk names, which are divided into detailed ones, such as box gun, box cannon, rapid-fire machine, twenty-shot, big mirror, big-bellied box, big waist drum, etc.

First, I picked out three guns with words such as "ASTRA" or "ROYAL" engraved on the surface. The Spanish products are not as good as the German ones in terms of reliability, serviceability and craftsmanship, and the structure is different.

I picked out another domestic imitation, a German Mauser, which can still be distinguished from the letters. I left behind a German-made C1 with a ten-shot sparrow-head hammer. The standard way to hold a gun is to hold the pistol in one hand and the box in the other.

There were not many 7.63mm bullets, so the bandits were creative in disassembling the Kowloon Belt, wearing it around their waists and carrying two cowhide bullet boxes. Each bandit had two 2-round magazines, for a total of more than 10 rounds of bullets, which was enough and could not be used up in a short time.

After searching his pockets and backpack, he found only 29 silver dollars and some small copper coins.

A saber was found on a horse. It was about 106cm long, with an upright blade and a freshwater fish blade design. There was a Qilin pattern engraved on the round guard. After looking at the logo, it seemed to be made in Germany.

Remove the rifle's clip and reload it, leaving 17 rounds of mm round-nosed bullets.

All beings are equal in the face of bullets.

Fetch some water, wash up, take off your clothes and go to bed. You’ve made money, you’ve made money, and have a good night’s sleep.

"Oh~oh~oh~oh"

The crowing of a rooster woke up Zhang Aiguo, who was hugging a pillow.

Ah, it’s too early to try new things in this life. Young bodies are good. The nutrition has just started and the body’s reaction is very strong. Maybe it’s the stimulation brought by shooting and killing people.

After getting up, I poured warm water from the thermos in the room and squatted at the door to brush my teeth.

"Good morning, Mr. Wang"

"morning"

“What time is breakfast?”

"The kitchen is doing it"

"Thank you for the treat"

"We are exchanging interests, there is no need to thank or not thank me."

"High, really high"

There was still foam in Zhang Aiguo's mouth as he mumbled the compliments.

“Hehehe”

Village Chief Wang accepted the compliment with a smile and went back to the house.

When it was time for breakfast, Zhang Aiguo saw corn porridge, steamed corn bread made of two grains of flour, a plate of pickles, and a boiled egg, which was a high-end rural life.

"At noon, we'll have pancakes. White flour pancakes. You're in my house, and I won't let you suffer."

"Mr. Wang, I saw you standing at the door last night, and it seemed like you had a weapon in your hand."

"Oh, you have sharp eyes. You can see it clearly from quite far away."

"It looks like a box gun. You can't blame me, the moon is still a little bright. If you shot me in the back, it would be a big trouble."

"That gun was made by a gunsmith I hired last year. He made three guns in total, two long and one short."

"Um, can I take a look at that?"

"Okay, I saw that you had a good gun last night and your shooting skills were also accurate."

"Hey, where is that? I fired more than ten shots, but only heard a bang. I killed a bandit in total, and I don't know why the bandit ran away."

After listening to Zhang Aiguo's statement, Village Chief Wang did not deny it, pretending to be ignorant even though he knew the truth. However, it was also strange. He went to the back to check early in the morning, but saw only black bloodstains. He could not make out anything and was afraid that it might be dirty.

The gunners who guarded the yard did not eat together, and the treatment they received was different for those who took the initiative themselves and those who took the initiative with others.

After waiting for a while, a security guard came in with a gun, and Village Chief Wang also took out his own pistol.

Zhang Aiguo took the rifle and looked at it from the muzzle. It had no rifling and could be used to shoot rifle bullets in single shots. At close range, the bullet could produce a tumbling effect and the cavity effect was very strong, which could knock the enemy down with one shot.

The box gun also has a flat handle and is not picky about bullets.

Putting it back on the table, Zhang Aiguo smiled and said, business is coming.

"Mr. Wang, your guns are all privately made by civilians. The craftsman's skills are not very good, so they are a bit crude. I have a box gun imitated by a domestic arsenal, and a Spanish 10-round fixed magazine box gun with a 140mm barrel. It is accurate. Do you want one?"

"Take it out and take a look?"

"I think so. There are so many bandits and famine every year. Although I have a good reputation and take care of the villagers, you can see that when something happens, people can only rely on themselves. No one else can be relied on."

"Okay, I'll take it if the price is right."

Zhang Aiguo stood up and prepared to go back to the house, and Village Chief Wang also stood up and wanted to follow him.

"I'll go with you."

Zhang Aiguo glanced at it and replied, "Okay."

He opened the door, picked up the cowhide suitcase, put it on the table, and took out one Chinese-made and three Spanish-made box pistols from it.

The suitcase was filled with school uniforms, a school cap, two books, and a pair of coarse shorts.

Village chief Wang saw the items in the box and remembered them. What he felt strange was that he didn't see the rifle and didn't know where the gun was.

When I went out, I was muttering to myself that the only place in the room where I didn't see any guns was under the bed, and I hadn't seen such a long gun on the donkey cart when I first arrived.

Holding the gun back to the living room, Village Chief Wang waved to a security guard and said, "Come here, Xiaoniu, help me take a look at this gun."

"Hey, Master"

The relatively younger security guard ran over and looked at the gun on the table with envy.

He took the gun out of the box and fiddled with it. The bullets had already been taken out by Zhang Aiguo. He pulled the bolt and moved the hammer. He looked left and right for a long time, but couldn't make any sense.

"Master, this box gun is pretty good. It's in foreign code. It's imported. But why are there Chinese characters here?"

Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything. It was indeed produced in Spain.

“Let me see”

"Oh, Japanese-made, that is, Spanish."

“Not from the Japs?”

"No, this Spain is also called Spain."

"Tell me, how much is one?"

"The Japanese one costs you 45 yuan, and the domestic one costs 30 yuan. I'm giving you the cost price, and you know that."

"Yeah, I know, it is, but the problem is that without bullets, it's worse than a brick."

"Hahaha, if you want bullets, I'll give them to you. I'll give you 10 rounds for each gun, no more. I think you can get bullets with your connections."

"Well, my eldest brother works for the Shimen government and has connections."

"That's good. Give me the money. In dollars. 165 dollars."

"Will you sell the horses you seized?"

"Sell it. This horse is very smart. I am a little reluctant to part with it. But what about my donkey cart? This is a genuine Texas donkey. If you really want to buy it, I will give it up with great reluctance. 35 dollars."

"Hahahaha, you gave me 40 rounds of bullets, which I found here, which equals to 200 dollars in cash."