"Trouble?" Zhao Jun was startled when he heard this, thinking that you villagers have to take away one or two thousand yuan from me today, how can you be in trouble?
But then he thought about it, Zhao Jun frowned and asked: "What's going on, Uncle Zhang, are those rangers bullying you again?"
"No." Zhang Xinglong shook his head and said, "What's going on? The day before yesterday, when you left our village, these young and old men went to the old mass grave. Many of these fox skins are from that
Called in the afternoon."
This is normal. The foxes in the desolate land of Xishan have lived in peace with the Xishantun people for many years. The Xishantun people suddenly caught the foxes off guard, so the most foxes were attacked on the first day.
But the further back you go, the more sophisticated the remaining foxes become, and the harder it becomes to fall into someone's trap.
"The fox entered the village the night before yesterday and made trouble from house to house." Zhang Xinglong continued: "The night before yesterday caused a disturbance, and the night before yesterday caused a disturbance. We did not lose much by keeping vigil, but we can't bear it anymore."
Hearing Zhang Xinglong's words, Zhao Jun frowned and asked: "How many foxes are there under the roots of Xishan Mountain?"
"There is nothing underneath that area, but there are still 180 woods on both sides." Zhang Xinglong said this, and Zhao Jun said in surprise: "Can there be so many foxes?"
"That's not a good land." Zhang Xinglong said: "How big is the birch forest? This end is connected to our village, the other end is connected to the wilderness, and that guy's land is more than 20 miles away."
"There is also a poplar forest." Tong Youfeng didn't want Zhang Xinglong to be in the spotlight, so he quickly grabbed the conversation and said to Zhao Jun: "The poplar forest is about ten miles from the north end of Wynn."
"Then you continue the fight." Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this: "After the fight, I can use the skins to exchange for money. How nice would that be?"
"No." Tong Youfeng said with a sad face: "We can't fight now. The remaining foxes are more cunning than the others. They can catch Ying'er, but they can't fight."
After hearing what Tong Youfeng said, Zhao Jun looked at him and asked: "Master Tong, what do you mean?"
From the time Zhang Xinglong mentioned that there was trouble in their village to now, Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng did not seem to have rehearsed, but they definitely agreed upon it.
"Those..." Tong Youfeng seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said: "We want to borrow two dogs from you..."
"That won't work." Zhao Jun interrupted Tong Youfeng before he could finish his words and said, "Master Tong, my dog is a dog that loves to live. It's all in vain if you take it away, and it won't work for you when you get there."
Zhao Jun said this, whether it is true or false, it would be too much for the people of Xishantun to ask for a dog.
"Tsk, ugh." Tong Youfeng tried to ease the embarrassment and said, "Then it will be difficult this time."
"Hey?" At this time, Zhao Jun suddenly asked Tong Youfeng: "Master Tong, if you can catch Ying'er, can you use a gun to fight?"
"Huh?" Tong Youfeng was stunned and said to Zhao Jun in confusion: "You are better than us at shooting and so on. Neither my No. 32 nor Guangquan's No. 16 are good at it. A dozen lead beans will make a big hole."
Son, you can’t kill a fox with a gun and sand.”
After listening to Tong Youfeng's words, Zhao Jun raised his hand to signal Tong Youfeng to get out of the way. Then he pointed under the table where the fox skins were placed and said: "Master Tong, please stretch your hands, and Master Wu, you two, help me get that box."
Tong Youfeng and Wu Dalin responded simultaneously, and they carried the box to Zhao Jun's side.
Zhao Jun opened the lid of the box, grabbed an air gun from it, handed it to Tong Youfeng and said, "Master Tong, what do you think of this gun?"
There is no man who does not love guns, and gangsters are no exception. At this time, some people in the warehouse focused their attention on the high-pressure air gun that Tong Youfeng took over; others focused their attention on the pine box with the lid opened.
Zhao Jun bought a total of 500 high-pressure air guns, and put every 25 guns in a box, for a total of 20 boxes.
The boxes were stacked under the south window, covered with tarpaulins, so no one could tell what was inside.
As for this box, Zhao Jun had used the high-pressure air gun inside when he, Wang Qiang, Jie Chen, and Xing San went up the mountain to hunt squirrels.
"High-pressure." Tong Youfeng is the richest man in Xishantun. Although his family does not have an air gun, he went up the mountain and saw someone else taking it.
The batch of air guns made by the secret factory for Zhao Jun are all imitations of Shanghai's old workers.
For this kind of air gun, when you push the barrel of the gun, the force is low. But for high-pressure air guns, there is a force arm under the barrel. When you push that arm, the force is applied.
High-pressure air guns are far superior to low-pressure air guns in both range and power.
Tong Youfeng didn't think that Zhao Jun wanted to sell them the air gun, but when Zhao Jun took out the air gun at this time, it must have something to do with the fox.
So, Tong Youfeng said: "Young Master Zhao, this gun shoots the fox..."
Halfway through his words, Tong Youfeng paused, then tilted his head and looked at the barrel of the gun, saying, "It's hard to say."
This gun is fine for shooting squirrels, rabbits, and chickens, but not necessarily foxes.
It is possible that the fox was killed when the attack was justified, or it was possible that the fox was not dead even if it was hit correctly.
Zhao Jun raised his hand, took back the air gun from Tong Youfeng, then placed it across his leg and removed the wooden butt.
The structure of this gun is very simple, it doesn't even have a safety, and there are few parts.
Zhao Jun pinched out the spring inside and said to Tong Youfeng: "How about adding two strands of strength to this spring?"
"That can be better." Tong Youfeng agreed with Zhao Jun's words, but then he smiled bitterly and said, "But... we can't afford it."
"If we can't afford it, let's not buy it." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Can we rent it?"
"Rent? How to rent?" Tong Youfeng was startled, and all the gangsters' dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Zhao Jun's side, and then they heard Zhao Jun say: "I don't want rent, so I'm just lending it to you.
But let’s be a villain first and then a gentleman. I don’t know any of us. If anyone wants to use this gun, just give me a deposit of 70 yuan. When I go to our village on Sunday, everyone will give me the gun.
I will return the seventy yuan to everyone."
After Zhao Jun finished speaking, everyone was silent. These families are in a very difficult situation. It's fine if money is not involved. But when money is involved, they are very careful and cautious.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Zhao Jun assembled the gun in twos and twos, and then put the gun on the pine box.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, Zhao Jun looked through the fox skins that Tong Youfeng brought. While inspecting them, he said: "My guns are all new. I will either sell them to you or give them to you."
You use it and hide it, and you sell me the skin, that's all."
Everyone was still silent, but Tong Youfeng squatted down and took the air gun again, and tentatively said to Zhao Jun: "Master Zhao, the supply and marketing cooperative sells this gun now for eighty or ninety, right?"
"Then I don't care." Zhao Jun pulled out a piece of white fox skin and said indifferently: "Now I don't sell guns, and I don't care how much they cost. I will take one if you know how to do it or if you can trust me.
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Today is Thursday, after Friday and Saturday, I will give you three days. During these three days, I don’t care what you fight. If you like to fight foxes, you can fight foxes; if you like to fight gray skins, you can fight gray skins."
As soon as Zhao Jun said his last words, the gangsters went crazy.
Gray skin!
The prices of all kinds of furs have increased this year. A piece of gray fur costs 423 yuan, which is less than their family's income for half a year.
"Young Master Zhao." Wu Dalin asked Zhao Jun eagerly, "Is it okay if we use your gun to kill the gray skin?"
"Okay." Zhao Jun said: "You can use this gun. What are you shooting at? Can I still watch you?"
At this point, Zhao Jun smiled and continued: "If you wear gray leather, I will accept it. I will give you whatever price the Yamashita Supply and Marketing Cooperative pays."
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, everyone whispered to each other and talked about it.
At this time, a voice came to Zhao Jun's ears: "The price is the same as that of the supply and marketing cooperative, how can he make money?"
"How to make money is my business." Zhao Jun said this, and at this time Zhang Xinglong said to Zhao Jun: "Xiao, you continue to look at the skin, we go out to discuss, discuss."
Zhao Jun nodded in agreement, and all the gangsters left the warehouse one after another.
At this time, Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei had already returned to the house. The dogs in the yard kept barking when they saw them, so these people stopped discussing in the yard.
The hooligans left the Zhao family compound and everyone gathered together to discuss the possibility of renting air guns.
Most of these people still believe in Zhao Jun, and they even trust Zhao Jun more than Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng.
The reason is also very simple, because Zhao Jun is rich and is a small leader of a forest farm.
The most important thing is that Zhao Jun kept his word and not only helped them deal with the forest rangers, but also paid for their fox skins.
Not only that, Zhao Jun also painted a big cake for them. He used an air gun to hit the gray skin, which was something the gangsters never dared to think of before.
Now you don’t have to spend money to buy a gun, you can rent one and use it for three days, and the deposit will be refunded.
In the past, they might have worried about the seventy yuan deposit, but now they have money in their hands.
Each sack roll is wrapped with fox skins from three families. Some people even sell their own fox skins for less than 70 yuan, but they can borrow them from others.
Borrow ten or twenty yuan, use it for three days, and pay it back after the deposit is refunded.
People have a herd mentality, and a few people who originally didn’t want to rent were rented by others.
Of the last sixteen representatives, thirteen rented Zhao Jun's air guns.
The meal must be eaten one bite at a time and the tasks must be done one by one.
Zhao Jun inspected and collected the furs first, and then started the airsoft leasing business after all the fox furs for everyone were settled.
Zhao Jun's batch of air guns are all custom-made, and the guns have the name of a confidential factory. Zhao Jun is not afraid of others forging them, and does not issue invoices to these people. He only tells them to refund their deposits when they take the guns.
Sixteen people happily left Zhao's house with great unity and air guns on their backs.
Zhao Jun sent these people out of the yard, and then said to them: "I have to go to work these days, and I don't leave home during the day. We don't have to send them here because we are wearing fox skins. I will go there to collect them on Sunday."
Everyone agreed. After Zhao Jun sent these people away, he went back to the house to summon Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei to go to the warehouse to pack the leather.
And Zhao Jun got on his motorcycle and headed to Lingnan.
Near noon, Zhao Jun rode his motorcycle under the bridge dividing the two provinces and entered Qiaotou Village.
When he arrived at Huang Gui's house on his motorcycle, Zhao Youcai had already entered Wudaogou.
Wudaogou is the general name for the five large ditches and ponds on the north side of Laoye Ridge. The one closest to Laoye Ridge is the first ditch, and the ones to the north are the second, third, fourth and fifth ditches respectively.
Sidaogou is also known as Huganggou. It got its name from the strange man from Yong'an generation who got close to a tiger when he was herding cattle here with his big head open.
To the east of Hugou Valley is Hansongbaozi, the destination of Zhao Youcai's trip.
Zhao Youcai inquired all the way, carrying a gun and passing through Beifeng Fort and Beishan Fort on the east side of the fifth ditch.
After walking out of Beishan Fort, Zhao Youcai saw a gathering outside the fort, and he smelled the aroma of big ballast porridge.
Zhao Youcai followed the smell and looked for it. After walking a few steps, he saw a small stall at the north end of the street.
There was a stove made from a tin bucket on the stall, with firewood burning in the stove. There was a large stew pot sitting on the stove, and the stew pot was boiling big ballast porridge.
Zhao Youcai had been walking since about five o'clock in the morning, and he was really hungry. He took a look at the stall and asked, "How do you sell it?"
"Three cents a bowl, five cents two bowls." The old lady looking at the stall quoted a price, and Zhao Youcai said: "I want two bowls."
After saying that, Zhao Youcai took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.
At this time, someone happened to return the bowl. The old lady poked the big toothy bowl into the basin of snow next to it, took it out, shook it, and wiped it with a yellowed drawer cloth.
There is no way, how many bowls can a normal family have these days? For weddings, weddings, weddings, etc., neighbors borrow plates, bowls, tables, chairs, and benches.
It's winter again now, and I can't fetch water to wash the dishes outside. The old lady is very particular about being so tidy.
Zhao Youcai is not picky, and few mountain runners are particular about it.
I saw the old lady pick up a pair of chopsticks from the small helmet next to her, put a piece of mustard pickles on the end of the chopstick and put it at the bottom of the bowl.
Then, the old lady opened the lid of the stew pot, scooped out a large spoonful of porridge and poured it into the bowl.
Zhao Youcai took the porridge bowl and took the chopsticks cut from ash willow branches from the table nearby.
This stall has no tables, only two long benches. There are five people crowded on the two long benches, but only one is drinking porridge, and the other four are resting.
Seeing Zhao Youcai coming over with a bowl, a pockmarked old man knocked the pipe in his hand, stood up and greeted Zhao Youcai: "Come, sit here with me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ah, okay." Zhao Youcai was not polite, and sat beside him on the bench, slipping away and scooping the big chunks of porridge into his mouth.
When cold teeth meet hot porridge, Zhao Youcai felt that his teeth were uncomfortable when he first ate it. But hasn’t Zhao Boss been struggling to find something to eat this year?
While Zhao Youcai was slurping his porridge, the pockmarked old man stared at the semi-automatic rifle behind him.
Guns are not allowed these days, but someone who can carry a semi-automatic around on his back is definitely not an ordinary person.
Zhao Youcai quickly finished two large bowls of porridge, took out a Shilin cigarette from his pocket and stuffed it in his mouth.
At this time, Zhao Youcai found that the pockmarked old man was looking at him.
"Man, can I give you one?" Zhao Youcai was not stingy without asking him to spend money.
"No." The pockmarked old man shook his head, raised the pipe and pot in his hand, and said, "I smoke this, this is strong."
Zhao Youcai smiled when he heard this and nodded slightly to express his agreement with the old man's words.
"Uncle." Zhao Youcai put out a cigarette with one hand and pointed to the south with the other, asking the pockmarked old man: "Can we reach Hansong Fort by walking along this road?"
The pock-marked old man was startled and asked instead, "What are you doing in Hansongbaozi?"
"They asked me to come here to hunt tigers." Hearing Zhao Youcai's answer, the pockmarked old man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked: "From your accent, you seem to be from Lingxi. What's your surname?"
"My surname is Zhao..." After Zhao Youcai said his surname, he was about to sign up, but he heard the pockmarked old man say: "General Fuhu?"
"Huh?" Zhao Youcai frowned and thought, does that little guy in my family have such a famous name? Do all the old men in Lingnan know about him?
But before Zhao Youcai could say anything, he heard a surprising voice: "Er dong! Why are you here?"