Chapter 592 'Can't sell' means the price is too low?
Hesitating that this was the first time Zhao Xian had done such a thing, he was so clumsy that a bullet casing fell on the back of his hand.
"Hiss~"
He suddenly felt hot and grinned, gasping for breath.
Following Han Du's movements, he awkwardly loaded the bullet and closed the magazine.
Zhao Xian raised the revolver and aimed it at another tree. ??
"boom!"
The loud explosion made Zhao Xian's ears feel a little uncomfortable, but using the revolver for the first time made his old body feel a surge of blood boiling all over again.
Armed with sharp weapons, a tyrannical sense of power arose from the bottom of their hearts. If they had such magical weapons, how could they be hunted down by the natives like rabbits that panic and choose their way?
My fingers like dead branches touched this revolver and I couldn't put it down.
This is really a good thing. It doesn’t require the physical training of practicing the three volts in the summer and practicing the three nines in the winter. Even if it is held by an old man like him, it can easily kill a strong man. And as long as you know how to use it, you can hold it in
The power can be exerted with just one's hand, but the accuracy is at best inferior to the one that has been tempered thousands of times.
This revolver is almost custom-made for pampered people like them. Why were the natives able to coax Zhao Xian and others to the point of jumping into the sea?
In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because they have been pampered for too long and have been used to living a good life, and they cannot wield a sword or a gun. After this incident, Zhao Xian wanted to learn from the experience and arm themselves. Therefore, he came to Han Du
Buy a waist knife. But he himself doesn't know how effective this can be. More is probably better than nothing, just to give himself some psychological comfort.
But now this revolver is different. It is a real killer weapon. Once possessed, it can greatly enhance their military power.
"Uncle, how much does this revolver cost? Uncle, please just ask." Zhao Xian looked at Han Du hopefully, not caring that he was stabbed by Han Du. As long as he can get this revolver, let alone being stabbed.
, he recognized both knives.
With a smile on his face, Han Du reached out to grab the revolver and took it back from the reluctant Zhao Xian.
He chuckled lightly and said, "What do you think, Mr. Zhao? This revolver doesn't even have the size of the Ming Dynasty. It is impossible to sell such a powerful weapon for the country."
"Uncle, uncle, please be kind. The common people are willing to give twenty taels of gold." Zhao Xian quickly took Han Du's hand, as if he wanted to insert Han Du's revolver back and pull it out again, but he did not dare to be so presumptuous.
.I had no choice but to hold on to Han Du’s arm and beg.
"Fifty taels, fifty taels of gold." Seeing that Han Du didn't let up at all, Zhao Xian couldn't help but increase the price again.
When Han Du heard this, his brows couldn't help but twitch. Fifty taels of gold was indeed a temptation, but when Han Du thought that if he sold this thing, he would probably be hung up and beaten by Lao Zhu after he returned.
After thinking about it, he suppressed the temptation and shook his head slightly towards Zhao Xian.
"Uncle~" Zhao Xian wanted to say something else, but Han Du stopped him with a wave of his hand, signaling him to retreat.
Zhao Xian gritted his teeth unwillingly, bowed his hands and left.
When Zhao Xian went back, the people in the house couldn't help but feel sad when they saw that his face was not good-looking.
Wen Yuan immediately asked: "Senior, is it because the Ming Dynasty didn't sell waist knives?"
Zhao Xian shook his head and said: "For sale, I have already agreed with my uncle that I will sell a thousand waist knives to us."
"What about the elder?" The Zhang family couldn't understand this.
, since Jing Haibo is willing to sell his waist knife to them, which is something to be happy about, then why does the elder still look sad?
Zhao Xian raised his head and sighed, these people didn't understand his pain. If he had never seen the revolver before, he would naturally be happy to buy a thousand waist knives.
But ever since he saw the revolver, he had no interest in the waist knife at all. All he could think about in his mind was the appearance of the revolver.
With a sad lament, Zhao Xian and several family members said: "The Ming Dynasty Navy has a kind of fire blunderbuss, which is extremely sharp."
It is easy to load and can fire six times in a row. Is there really such a powerful fire gun in this world?
"This is real?"
Zhao Xian looked at the suspicious looks of several people and couldn't help but sneered, "I have tried it myself. Do you think it is true or false?"
"Is the uncle willing to sell it?" the Zhang family asked quickly.
Wen Yuan sneered and said, "You still need to ask? If uncle is willing to sell it, will the elder still be here sighing?"
Zhao Xian nodded towards Wenyuan and sighed: "That's right. Uncle said this is an important weapon of the Ming Dynasty and cannot be sold to us."
Not for sale?
Several people looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
They know better than anyone what kind of people they have in their families. If they want to strengthen their own strength, buying a waist knife is only the first and easiest step. Next, they must organize the young people in the clan.
Start practicing, this is also the most difficult step.
As for the young people in their family, even they themselves doubt whether they can dance with swords and guns.
"Now that we have seen such a good thing, we must do everything we can to get it." Wen Yuan said in a deep voice.
Seeing that several people were looking at him, he continued: "Since the elder can't go alone, then we might as well go together. Maybe the uncle will change his mind?"
Several people looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They wouldn't be willing to give up just like that!
Han Du was holding the revolver and meditating, weighing things over and over in his mind.
Then I heard someone coming to report that it was Zhao Xian who asked to see him again.
"Let him in." Han Du put away the revolver.
Isn't Zhao Xian still determined to give up? But Han Du has made up his mind and will not sell the revolver to him.
"The common people are waiting to pay their respects to uncle." Zhao Xian and others saluted Han Du.
Han Du waved his hand and said, "Get up, no need to be polite. Why are you here?" Although he had a guess in his mind, Han Du still asked directly, knowingly.
Zhao Xian laughed dryly, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Uncle, you are really quick to talk. In this case, the common people should not be secretive anymore. The common people and others beg the uncle to show mercy and sell us some revolvers."
Han Du knew the purpose of Zhao Xian and others' coming. He sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "I have told you this a long time ago. This is an important weapon of the Ming Dynasty and cannot be sold."
"Uncle, what do you mean you can't sell it because the price offered by Cao Min and others is too low?" Zhao Xian said confidently, "To be honest with you uncle, Cao Min and others have already discussed it, and we are willing to pay one hundred taels of gold for each.
Price. If uncle is willing to sell it, the common people will immediately bring the gold."
One hundred taels of gold! This is really revealing.
Even Han Du couldn't help but his heart beat violently when he heard the price. Hesitating, Zhao Xian was doing such a thing for the first time, and his clumsiness caused a bullet casing to fall on the back of his hand.
"Hiss~"
He suddenly felt hot and grinned, gasping for breath.
Following Han Du's movements, he awkwardly loaded the bullet and closed the magazine.
Zhao Xian raised the revolver and aimed it at another tree.
"boom!"
The loud explosion made Zhao Xian's ears feel a little uncomfortable, but using the revolver for the first time made his old body feel a surge of blood boiling all over again.
Armed with sharp weapons, a tyrannical sense of power arose from the bottom of their hearts. If they had such magical weapons, how could they be hunted down by the natives like rabbits that panic and choose their way?
My fingers like dead branches touched this revolver and I couldn't put it down.
This is really a good thing. It doesn’t require the physical training of practicing the three volts in the summer and practicing the three nines in the winter. Even if it is held by an old man like him, it can easily kill a strong man. And as long as you know how to use it, you can hold it in
The power can be exerted with just one's hand, but the accuracy is at best inferior to the one that has been tempered thousands of times.
This revolver is almost custom-made for pampered people like them. Why were the natives able to coax Zhao Xian and others to the point of jumping into the sea?
In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because they have been pampered for too long and have been used to living a good life, and they cannot wield a sword or a gun. After this incident, Zhao Xian wanted to learn from the experience and arm themselves. Therefore, he came to Han Du
Buy a waist knife. But he himself doesn't know how effective this can be. More is probably better than nothing, just to give himself some psychological comfort.
But now this revolver is different. It is a real killer weapon. Once possessed, it can greatly enhance their military power.
"Uncle, how much does this revolver cost? Uncle, please just ask." Zhao Xian looked at Han Du hopefully, not caring that he was stabbed by Han Du. As long as he can get this revolver, let alone being stabbed.
, he recognized both knives.
With a smile on his face, Han Du reached out to grab the revolver and took it back from the reluctant Zhao Xian.
He chuckled lightly and said, "What do you think, Mr. Zhao? This revolver doesn't even have the size of the Ming Dynasty. It is impossible to sell such a powerful weapon for the country."
"Uncle, uncle, please be kind. The common people are willing to give twenty taels of gold." Zhao Xian quickly took Han Du's hand, as if he wanted to insert Han Du's revolver back and pull it out again, but he did not dare to be so presumptuous.
.I had no choice but to hold on to Han Du’s arm and beg.
"Fifty taels, fifty taels of gold." Seeing that Han Du didn't let up at all, Zhao Xian couldn't help but increase the price again.
When Han Du heard this, his brows couldn't help but twitch. Fifty taels of gold was indeed a temptation, but when Han Du thought that if he sold this thing, he would probably be hung up and beaten by Lao Zhu after he returned.
After thinking about it, he suppressed the temptation and shook his head slightly towards Zhao Xian.
"Uncle~" Zhao Xian wanted to say something else, but Han Du stopped him with a wave of his hand, signaling him to retreat.
Zhao Xian gritted his teeth unwillingly, bowed his hands and left.
When Zhao Xian went back, the people in the house couldn't help but feel sad when they saw that his face was not good-looking.
Wen Yuan immediately asked: "Senior, is it because the Ming Dynasty didn't sell waist knives?"
Zhao Xian shook his head and said: "For sale, I have already agreed with my uncle that I will sell a thousand waist knives to us."
"What about the elder?" The Zhang family couldn't understand this.
, since Jing Haibo is willing to sell his waist knife to them, which is something to be happy about, then why does the elder still look sad?
Zhao Xian raised his head and sighed, these people didn't understand his pain. If he had never seen the revolver before, he would naturally be happy to buy a thousand waist knives.
But ever since he saw the revolver, he had no interest in the waist knife at all. All he could think about in his mind was the appearance of the revolver.
With a sad lament, Zhao Xian and several family members said: "The Ming Dynasty Navy has a kind of fire blunderbuss, which is extremely sharp."
It is easy to load and can fire six times in a row. Is there really such a powerful fire gun in this world?
"This is real?"
Zhao Xian looked at the suspicious looks of several people and couldn't help but sneered, "I have tried it myself. Do you think it is true or false?"
"Is the uncle willing to sell it?" the Zhang family asked quickly.
Wen Yuan sneered and said, "You still need to ask? If uncle is willing to sell it, will the elder still be here sighing?"
Zhao Xian nodded towards Wenyuan and sighed: "That's right. Uncle said this is an important weapon of the Ming Dynasty and cannot be sold to us."
Not for sale?
Several people looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
They know better than anyone what kind of people they have in their families. If they want to strengthen their own strength, buying a waist knife is only the first and easiest step. Next, they must organize the young people in the clan.
Start practicing, this is also the most difficult step.
As for the young people in their family, even they themselves doubt whether they can dance with swords and guns.
"Now that we have seen such a good thing, we must do everything we can to get it." Wen Yuan said in a deep voice.
Seeing that several people were looking at him, he continued: "Since the elder can't go alone, then we might as well go together. Maybe the uncle will change his mind?"
Several people looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They wouldn't be willing to give up just like that!
Han Du was holding the revolver and meditating, weighing things over and over in his mind.
Then I heard someone coming to report that it was Zhao Xian who asked to see him again.
"Let him in." Han Du put away the revolver.
Isn't Zhao Xian still determined to give up? But Han Du has made up his mind and will not sell the revolver to him.
"The common people are waiting to pay their respects to uncle." Zhao Xian and others saluted Han Du.
Han Du waved his hand and said, "Get up, no need to be polite. Why are you here?" Although he had a guess in his mind, Han Du still asked directly, knowingly.
Zhao Xian laughed dryly, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Uncle, you are really quick to talk. In this case, the common people should not be secretive anymore. The common people and others beg the uncle to show mercy and sell us some revolvers."
Han Du knew the purpose of Zhao Xian and others' coming. He sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "I have told you this a long time ago. This is an important weapon of the Ming Dynasty and cannot be sold."
"Uncle, what do you mean you can't sell it because the price offered by Cao Min and others is too low?" Zhao Xian said confidently, "To be honest with you uncle, Cao Min and others have already discussed it, and we are willing to pay one hundred taels of gold for each.
Price. If uncle is willing to sell it, the common people will immediately bring the gold."
One hundred taels of gold! This is really revealing.
Even when Han Du heard this price, his heart couldn't help but beat violently.