Hearing Zhao Jun say that he wanted to sell guns, Sun Haizhu was also stunned.
Although you can buy guns in supply and marketing cooperatives if you have money, when you sell them, the manager of the supply and marketing cooperative needs to sign the receipt.
Moreover, guns from supply and marketing cooperatives are not so easy to sell.
After all, people are not rich these days, especially those who work in siege. Whether they work in large siege or in small siege, they all have a common characteristic, that is, they do not make a fortune.
That's right, in the past hundred years, except for Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu, who was brought up by him, none of the people who fought against the siege made a fortune.
Even if a bear's bile costs 1,800 yuan, even if a yellow leaf costs 30 to 50 yuan, this is the same.
Otherwise, Zhao Youcai would not be willing to go to the forest farm cafeteria to cook.
It’s so difficult to fight a siege, how many can afford a new gun?
Therefore, the supply and marketing cooperative cannot sell a few guns throughout the year. When he sold one today, Sun Haizhu felt as if he was celebrating the New Year.
What I didn't expect was that after the gun left the supply and marketing cooperative's gate, it was transferred to Zhao Jun's hands only a few hours later.
Moreover, the man who bought the gun just now was not Zhao Jun. Sun Haizhu knew him well, knew that the man was Du Chunjiang, and also knew that he was at odds with his brother-in-law Xie Zhong.
At this time, Sun Haizhu suddenly remembered that when Zhao Jun told his story about releasing ginseng, he once said that he went to work in Lengchang. And Du Chunjiang was the leader of Lengchang.
Thinking of Xie Zhong transporting materials in the farm below Yong'an Forest Farm, Sun Haizhu seemed to understand something, and immediately smiled and said: "Then why can't it be done? Others can't, but you can too, brother!" With that, Sun Haizhu took the gun and said:
"Let's go back with my brother-in-law. He will give you a refund."
Zhao Jun asked Li Baoyu to continue getting in the car and wait, but he had to watch the Jianlibao in the car behind so that no one could steal it, and then followed Sun Haizhu back to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Sun Haizhu took Zhao Jun to the finance department and said across the counter: "Give me the note for selling the gun today."
There are two bills for selling guns, one is printed on copy paper, and this one is in Sun Haizhu's hand at this time.
When Sun Haizhu got another ticket, he handed both of them to Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun took them and solemnly said: "Thank you, brother-in-law."
I got these two bills, but there is no evidence at all. No matter who it is in the future, no one will be able to hold Zhao Jun in check.
"Thank you." Sun Haizhu smiled and waved his hand, and then said to the counter: "Give me some 1,600 yuan."
As soon as Sun Haizhu finished speaking, he heard the sound of some money coming from inside.
The finance officer counted the money twice before handing it out from the counter. Sun Haizhu took the money, handed it to Zhao Jun and said, "Brother, please order it."
Because the money was not between Sun Haizhu and Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun was not polite and took it over and counted them. They were all large unity, exactly one hundred and sixty.
"That's right, brother-in-law."
"Sure." Sun Haizhu said with a smile: "Brother, there are people outside and you have a car, so my brother-in-law won't give you a ride. Please go back slowly."
"Okay, brother-in-law, I'm leaving then."
"Let's go. Next time you come, my brother-in-law will entertain you well."
The two exchanged polite words, Sun Haizhu carried the gun bag and went to the place where the guns were stored, while Zhao Jun left the supply and marketing cooperative.
As soon as he got in the car, he immediately told Li Baoyu to drive home quickly. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and it would be dark by the time he got home.
"Brother." At this time, Li Baoyu asked Zhao Jun: "Why did you withdraw such a good gun?"
"Why should I keep it?" Zhao Jun asked back, then took the sack roll next to him and said with a smile: "There is a free gun here, what do we want with that?"
Although the gun in Zhao Jun's hand was borrowed, it was promised by the two giants of the Yongxing Brigade. As long as Zhao Jun wants to use it, he can use it anytime.
Moreover, others don’t know, but Zhao Jun knows. Eleven years later, China will ban guns, and no matter how good the gun is, it will have to be turned in. You won’t get a penny by then, so you might as well give it back now.
Taking advantage of the relationship between Jie Zhong and Sun Haizhu, there is no way for someone else to withdraw the gun.
Hearing what Zhao Jun said, Li Baoyu thought it was right, but he remembered something again and asked Zhao Jun again: "Brother, if you get rid of this new gun, then Du will not ask you if he sees you using the old gun?"
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"What are you asking?" Zhao Jun said with a smile: "He gave me things just because he wanted me to do things for him. If I can do it, I will do it for him."
Speaking of this, Zhao Jun also asked: "Isn't this the end?"
No!
Du Chunjiang gave Zhao Jun something because he wanted Zhao Jun to do something for him. As long as Zhao Jun helped him, Du Chunjiang didn't care at all about what kind of gun Zhao Jun used for hunting, and he wouldn't even ask.
After running around for a day, Zhao Jun was a little tired, but he knew that Li Baoyu was also sleepy, so Zhao Jun did not dare to sleep, so he forced himself to talk to Li Baoyu.
Zhao Jun held the gunnysack roll wrapped in it, leaned on the back of his seat, and muttered: "The sixth-grade leaves sell for 3,700, and the fourth-grade leaves sell for 180. The three of us will share it, almost one thousand and three per family."
.The Miao Dengtaizi and the two Erjiazi were mined by Brother Zhang and I. We will divide them between the two of us. I won’t give them to you.”
"Yeah, yeah." Li Baoyu nodded and said, "Brother, you have the final say."
Zhao Jun continued to mutter and said: "I just left the supply and marketing cooperative and I bought some food for our younger brothers and sisters."
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Li Baoyu laughed and said: "Brother, you seem to have remembered wrongly. We only have younger sisters and no younger brothers."
"Haha." When Zhao Jun heard this, he also laughed and said, "Don't say that. That kid like Ru Hai is just a bit arrogant. In other... other... other aspects... he doesn't seem to have any advantages.
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As Zhao Jun spoke, his voice became quieter and quieter, but with a twist, he raised his voice again and said, "But he's also our brother. The candy in the butter paper bag costs ninety cents a pound." p>
"How much?" Li Baoyu was also surprised when he heard this, and said anxiously: "Brother, the price in our village is only ten cents per catty."
"What the hell is that?" Zhao Jun said, "It's in bulk. It has a layer of candy wrapper on the outside and glutinous rice paper on the inside."
"Ah!" Li Baoyu nodded heavily and said, "Then when I get back, I will eat two more pieces."
"Enough for you." Zhao Jun said: "There are six bags in total, one bag weighs two kilograms. Our family has two bags. The remaining two bags are for the second brother, one for the second brother, and one for the elder brother. His bells, I
I quite like it."
The second brother Zhao Jun was talking about at this time was not Sun Desheng, the ginseng collector from the Lingnan Supply and Marketing Cooperative, but Lin Xiangshun.
"Okay, brother, you have the final say." Li Baoyu responded, but then remembered something and quickly asked: "By the way, what is that thing you bought? It's the one that comes in a net bag."
"Haha, it's a cannon." Zhao Jun joked with him and said: "That's called a can, and it contains soda."
"Ah, soda." Li Baoyu also joked with Zhao Jun: "We all live in the mountains. I am a mountain cannon. Brother, aren't you the same?"
Zhao Jun laughed when he heard this: "I bought thirty cans, ten cans for our family. There are still ten cans left. I will give six cans to the second brother. The remaining four cans will be given to the elder brother Zhang."
"Okay!" No matter what decision Zhao Jun made, Li Baoyu kept saying the same thing over and over again: "Brother, you have the final say."
"Well!" Zhao Jun felt that he had divided the money well. He had no intention of sharing the money with Li Baoyu and Zhang Yuanmin.
But what he didn't expect was that Zhao Youcai would be beaten up just because of those cans!
