Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

Upon hearing this, another burst of laughter erupted from the cellar.

The skinny man who had just put his arm around Zhang Yang's shoulder pointed at the man smoking a pipe and introduced him, "This is our Brother Meng! Not just in Maoli Town... but throughout the entire Zhenhai City! With just one word from Brother Meng, no one will sell you a gun, understand?"

Zhang Yang blinked, pretending to understand only half of what was going on.

In reality, he knew exactly what was going on!

There are street thugs in every era. In order to grow bigger and stronger and make everyone eat, street thugs will elect a leader.

A leader must be fierce, ruthless, and shrewd.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to convince the public.

Zhang Yang had already realized that the man with the dry tobacco, also known as Brother Meng, was the most influential person in the room.

He pretended to understand only now in order to lower the guard of this group.

He just wanted to buy some rare items for the time being, and didn't want to attract their attention!

Zhang Yang simply called out, "Brother Meng."

"Can I take a look at the goods? I have money!"

wow-

Zhang Yang pulled out three stacks of ten-yuan notes, exclaiming, "I'm rich!"

Meng Ge's underlings were all dumbfounded.

What kind of wild boy is this who ran away from some dirt village?!

It's a real tiger!

He not only carried so much money with him, but he also took it all out!

"Brother Meng, here's all the money! Just name your price for how many guns and bullets we can buy!"

Meng Ge glanced at the money, then at Zhang Yang, and his eyes, which were like those of a venomous snake, finally lost half of their wariness.

It seems he really is a buyer.

"Third brother, go and get the box," Meng Ge ordered.

The henchmen immediately sprang into action, dragging out a large rectangular box, about 1.5 meters long, from a hidden compartment in the cellar.

Once the box lid was opened, Zhang Yang finally saw what he had been hoping for!

Most of them were homemade guns, but fortunately they were all about 60-70% new.

Zhang Yang estimated that there were at least thirty or forty guns inside!

They really are big spenders!

"Kid, you don't know how to pick them, do you?" Meng took another puff of his cigarette, walked closer, and skillfully picked out five guns. "Two hundred and fifty yuan for five guns, and I'll give you a box of bullets too."

"Deal!" Zhang Yang readily agreed.

Grabbing his gun and bullets, Zhang Yang left the cellar and found Zhao Dong without much effort.

Zhao Dong was pacing anxiously. When he saw the other person, he abandoned his cart and rushed over.

"Yoko! Where have you been!"

As he approached, Zhao Dong was both surprised and frightened to see the gun Zhang Yang was holding. "This, this is how you got it?"

"Where's the shuttle bus?" Zhang Yang asked.

Zhao Dong hurriedly led the way for him, but Zhang Yang did not follow. Instead, he handed the gun and a box of bullets to Zhao Dong.

"Go and put your things away. I need to ask about something, I'll be right back."

Zhang Yang returned to the black market and, imitating the traffickers, tucked his hands tightly into his sleeves, hunched his neck, and pressed his large cotton hat down again and again.

Then, he went to a few experienced vendors and asked about Peng Laosi.

"He's a regular here. Nobody knows exactly where he lives, but he comes here often. He doesn't associate with anyone else in the black market, and he doesn't buy much. He just gambles! He likes hanging out with those underground people."

Zhang Yang, looking completely unsophisticated, smacked his lips and said, "His family must be really rich! These days, skinny people are everywhere. But someone as fat as him is really rare!"

The old vendor chuckled, "You've got a good eye, kid! Old Peng is definitely rich... and he's probably the only son in his family. I heard that once when someone from his family came to see him, that guy was wearing nothing but Dacron!"

Zhang Yang exclaimed "Whoa!"

In this era of coarse cloth and linen clothing, everyone looked the same, covered in dust and dirt.

But it's different with high-quality materials.

The colors are rich and vibrant, and some even have patterns printed on them.

However, it is indeed both expensive and scarce!

"If the supply and marketing cooperative gets new Dacron material, there's no need to wait for it to open; long queues form outside! City people are scrambling to buy it, and it's priceless!"

The trafficker abruptly changed the subject, scrutinizing Zhang Yang. "Why are you asking about Peng Laosi? Kid, don't get any funny ideas! The black market has its rules. If you dare hurt anyone here—"

"No, no!" Zhang Yang said, both amused and exasperated, and quickly clarified, "He seems to have lost something, and I happen to know where it is... Of course, I don't know if he still wants it. If he comes looking for it later, you can tell him that I know where it is."

Since Peng Laosi's background was unknown, Zhang Yang naturally dared not speak rashly, and he picked up the black stone and put it away.

That's enough for now.

If the item is truly important to Peng Laosi, then his coming to find it would be a good opportunity to befriend wealthy young men.

If he hadn't come looking for it, Zhang Yang wouldn't have needed to create trouble for himself and arouse people's curiosity and interest in this item.

So, after leaving a message, Zhang Yang hurried back to find Zhao Dong and returned to Zhangjiatun.

……

It was already late at night when the two returned.

After traveling day and night and trekking through mountains and rivers, the two of them were exhausted when they finally got home.

Zhang Yan cooked noodles for the two of them with the roe deer meat soup, and then told them about what had happened in the village that afternoon.

"The soil stained with wolf blood was shoveled up by everyone, and the area outside has been filled in again. You saw it when you came back, right?"

As Zhang Yan spoke, she glanced at the two boys' feet.

Zhao Dong's cotton shoes are worn out from walking so much!

Not only are the soles uneven, but there's also a hole in the toe area, almost exposing my toes!

You can tell how tiring this trip was!

Then look at the pair of shoes Zhang Yang is wearing.

That was a new one that Li Huifang rushed to make this autumn. Although it wasn't broken, it was quite worn.

If the outside of the shoes is like this, wouldn't the feet be even worse?

Zhang Yan could easily imagine how many blisters Zhang Yang had on his feet!

Listening to the two of them slurping their noodles, she felt heartbroken and couldn't help but cry as she sat beside them.

"I shouldn't have bought so many fancy things when we went to the market last time! I should have bought two more pairs of shoe soles and made you another pair of shoes!"

Zhang Yan wiped away her tears and pointed to the next room, "This afternoon, the brigade leader came again, taking four guns and a bag of bullets, saying he would give them to you to manage."

Her voice choked with sobs, "Yangzi, even if you're the captain of the militia squad now, you can't risk your life like this! Look at your mother, she's worried sick about you so many times!"

Zhang Yang chuckled, "Sis, I know what you're saying. I can take care of myself."

Zhao Dong chimed in, "Sis! Don't be afraid, Yangzi and I are here! Once I've mastered my marksmanship, Yangzi and I will take action together, and those wolves and bears in the mountains will be doomed!"

Zhang Yan was still wiping away her tears, "Yangzi is working so hard, all for me and Yaya... It's all my fault for messing with that family of bastards!"

After finishing his noodles, Zhang Yang happily took all the money out of his pocket.

Three ten-yuan notes, and some loose change.

"Sis, this is what I earned today, you should save it!"