022, buy firearms in the west market, long swords in the east market
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain where the King of Gold and Silver Horns lived. He was the most arrogant in the mountain. This is no exaggeration at all..."
Shen Lang was wandering on the street under the bright sun at almost noon, humming a song from before time travel. [Note: The song is titled "Gold and Silver"]
"... unscrupulously, go and cause harm to the common people... Put you in a bottle and seal your mouth... There is a Sun Walker who seems to overthrow them... The golden cudgel is cracking open the darkness and approaching them , observe carefully with sharp eyes, who has been to each other...
"It's all a misunderstanding! Taishang Laojun appeared with a smile on his face... Don't forget, when you fell into the magic weapon, he didn't stop it.
"In his eyes, gold and silver are his children, and you, the monkey, are the goblin..."
Although I feel uncomfortable, there are some things that I have only heard about after all.
There wasn't even a picture, and he didn't see the victim's miserable condition with his own eyes. Shen Lang's discomfort and discomfort actually went away as quickly as it came.
After humming the song for a while, I felt much better.
Think about it carefully, Brother Lang, today is my first day at work. I am not a full-time police officer. I am just a temporary government servant and a follower of the police. I am almost like a co-op. What qualifications do I have to consider myself a law enforcer?
Brother Lang, don’t I work as a yamen servant just to earn a living? Why do I do anything serious?
Besides, I'm not from this world. The Great Chu court didn't care about its own people, and indulged the powerful to take care of human lives. I, a foreigner with no relatives in the world, why do I need to be filled with righteous indignation here?
I am already a social animal in my twenties. Although I have reversed my growth and become a seventeen-year-old boy, my mentality is not like that of a real boy, controlled by the hormonal influence of teenagers, right?
When I was a child, I thought about becoming a hero, but wasn’t that because I was still young?
When you get older, don’t you know that heroes and the like don’t exist at all?
I also liked Sun Wukong very much when I was a child, but I am not as good as Sun Wukong. Facing Tathagata's uncle, Bodhisattva's mount, Guanyin's goldfish, Maitreya's disciples, Laojun's children, and even the deer raised by the Antarctic Immortal, there is nothing I can do about it. In the end You can only put on a playful smile on your face, swallow all the bitterness in your belly, and finally squeeze into the system. Do you think harmony is valuable together?
Zhu Hu is actually right, the world is like this, the world is like this, what can a small person with limited abilities do?
If you don't join in the dirty work, then you can live up to your conscience, right?
This is how I comfort myself in my heart.
But before he knew it, he wandered all the way to the gunsmith's shop, then walked into the shop without warning and shouted to the shopkeeper:
"Shopkeeper, when will the two guns I ordered be delivered?"
"It's Mr. Shen! The two guns you ordered are exquisite materials. It doesn't take half a month to make them. I'm afraid they can't be made."
"Can't it be faster?"
"Oh, Mr. Shen, forgive me, half a month is already the fastest! You are an official. If you want to catch thieves and kill thieves in the future, the guys on your hands must be the best. We can't do it casually. Excuse me, can I get you two defective ones? In that case, it’s not a big deal if you ruin the little old man’s signature, but it ruins your life, Master Shen… Oops, I’ll forgive you, young master, I made a mistake.”
"It's okay. What you said, shopkeeper, is a good thing. But I really feel that half a month is too long. Why don't you urge the masters and ask them to work overtime and help me catch up on the work?"
"Tsk, it's not impossible if you work overnight, it's just..."
"Just what? As long as the quality is good, it doesn't matter if the appearance is rough. I don't ask for good looks, but for ease of use."
"It doesn't matter whether it looks rough or not. However, the masters in the shop all have their own tasks. If they have to work overnight, I have no choice but to do it myself. This will... increase the money."
"No problem, how much do you think is appropriate?"
"Twenty silver dollars and seven days, I guarantee that two fine guns with fine quality and exquisite appearance will be delivered to you, Sir."
"Money is no problem! If you don't want beautiful appearance, can you go faster?"
"Six days. It can't be any less, at least six days!"
"Okay, it's a deal! Here are ten silver dollars, which count as my additional deposit. By the way, do you sell swords here?"
"I'm sorry, sir. The shop is a gunsmith's shop. It only sells firearms. It doesn't really sell cold weapons like swords. Why don't you go to the sword shop in Dongshi? The weapons they sell there are barely passable.
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"Thank you, shopkeeper, for your advice."
"Young Master's words are serious. I should thank you for your patronage."
"By the way, I have one more question. What does the shopkeeper know about Mr. Zhao from the Zhao family in the north of the city?"
"...Master, what are you..."
"Hahaha, husband, don't worry too much. I'm just curious. Just ask. What's the matter? I'll leave now if it's okay. I'll come back to pick up the gun in six days."
Walking out of the gunsmith's shop, the hearty smile on Shen Lang's face disappeared instantly and became expressionless, even a little gloomy.
In the gunsmith shop before, when the old shopkeeper heard the name Young Master Zhao from the north of the city, the palm of his hand holding the tea bowl suddenly shook violently. He didn't even notice the hot tea being poured on the back of his hand, and his face became extremely solemn.
, and seemed a little scared.
Shen Lang believed that if he said a few more words and revealed a little bit of his dissatisfaction with Young Master Zhao, the old shopkeeper of the gunsmith shop might refund his deposit without even saying a word, and would not dare to do business with him again.
"So, is it true that everyone in this Changsheng County knows about the 'reputable reputation' of the eldest son of the Zhao family?"
Following the instructions of the old shopkeeper of the gunsmith shop, Shen Lang went all the way to Dongshi and found a sword shop.
Seeing Shen Lang wearing a government uniform and carrying a waist knife, he came to the door. The shop owner of the sword shop hurriedly greeted him:
"My lord, I wonder why you are here in our store?"
"You're welcome, shopkeeper. I'm not an official, I'm just a small government servant. I came here just to buy a sword. I wonder if your store has any good swords?"
"Well... to be honest, the shop mainly sells knives, and the county government's knives are all made in the shop. As for swords, there are not many. After all, compared with swords, knives are easier to learn and easier to use.
Even in the countryside, you can use a sword a few times. In a small place like Changsheng County, there are too few people who know how to use a sword..."
"Okay, shopkeeper, you don't need to explain so much to me. Just take out all the swords in your shop and show them to me."
"Please be patient, sir. There are only three ready-made swords in the shop, and they are not very good..."
Of course, there won't be any good swords in such a small county. The three swords in the sword shop are just the most common three-foot iron swords. Their appearance and materials are ordinary, and there is nothing special about them.
But no matter how ordinary he is, he can still kill someone, right?
Shen Lang held all three swords in his hand and tried swinging them twice. He didn't notice any difference, so he pointed at one randomly:
"This is the one, help me with the edge. It doesn't have to be too sharp, just enough to be able to cut people."
"Okay. Kai Feng needs some time. Sir, would you like to drink tea in the shop and wait, or go out for a walk first?"
"I'm going to take a look around and come back later to pick up the sword. By the way, how much does this sword cost?"
"I'll give you a rosewood sword scabbard, wipe out the change, and charge you three silver dollars. Do you think this is fair, sir?"
How could Shen Lang know whether this was fair? He had never bought a sword.
But he didn't bother to negotiate the price, so he took out three silver dollars, paid the bill first, and went out to wander around.