The accuracy of shooting birds is actually quite good. The main problem is the bullets. Just like the bullets made of broken iron slag, the hares and pheasants were bombarded with blood all over their bodies. But one advantage is that the number of particles is much less than that of iron sand.
, can be found in flesh and blood.
"I'll just use single-ended bullets from now on. It's troublesome to clean them up."
Three hares and two pheasants, this is today's result. I have to thank that the current environment is still very good, with many wastelands and even a lot of game in the wilderness.
"If you put it in a few decades, this place will be built with factories or buildings for you. By then, it will be hard to find wild vegetables, let alone game."
Han Cheng pointed to the field like a leader, but he didn't know what to say. However, he couldn't eat all the game, because he had to change some things, such as some salt, some steamed buns and vegetables.
"Uncle, I'm here to trade a rabbit and a chicken for a few nests and a few pounds of vegetables!"
When we came to the village entrance, I don't know why, these old men like to stay at the village entrance. There is also a big iron piece hanging on a tree at the village entrance.
"It's a good thing. You don't want to exchange it for money, just to exchange it for two wotou?"
"I don't need the money. If you can get these things, I will give them to you."
"Okay, wait."
The old man raised his butt and went. Han Cheng took out a rabbit and a pheasant and squatted on the ground waiting for the old man to bring out the things. There was also a well at the entrance of the village, and he replenished his kettle by the way. Although he was a soldier,
Not everyone has a kettle, and many people use bamboo tubes to store water. Bamboo tubes are not a good choice because bamboo tubes tend to rot if left for a long time.
Hancheng also has a bamboo kettle, a long bamboo section. It is normal to drink raw water. Get a bucket of water from the well at the entrance of the village and pour it into the bamboo tube. The wooden buckets in the village have been used for a long time.
"Young man, I'll give this to you. You can just carry this big basket on your back. There are 20 steamed buns, 10 radishes and 10 potatoes each. Do you think it's okay?"
"That's enough, that's enough. Here's a rabbit and a pheasant. Take them."
Han Cheng handed over the picked prey from his waist. Meat was precious at this time, and those who could afford meat were rich people. If you get so much meat at this small price, it is almost for nothing.
.
"Hey, hey, OK!"
Han Cheng carried this basket on his back. The basket was full of food, which was enough for him to eat for a long time. By the way, he checked to see if there was any game on the way. There is never too much meat. I agreed to have it tonight.
If you are treating guests, of course you have to prepare more meat and vegetables.
Carrying so many things, he returned to his shack and went to the mouth of the well, where he processed the prey. The fire would soon be burning, and he put the meat on the grill he had made.
There is no barbecue sauce, no oil, just fire. Of course, I can’t say how good the taste is, but it is enough for me, because I haven’t eaten meat for a long time, and I may have almost forgotten the taste of meat.
Already.
"Well, it's quite rich,"
Han Cheng turned his head and saw a stranger coming. He was a man holding a pipe. If he remembered correctly, he was the person he was attending the meeting that day, but he didn't recognize him.
"It's okay. There's no salt, so I can only bake it and eat it like this."
The work of my men has not stopped. The gun needs to be cleaned. Who asked this gun to use black powder?
Now that smokeless gunpowder is out, there is no need to clean it up so diligently.
"This is the shotgun you made. It doesn't look good like this."
"A gun is never a good thing. As long as it can kill people, no matter how ugly it is, it is still a weapon."
Han Cheng sat on the ground with a small cloth wrapped on a wooden stick, constantly cleaning the barrel of the gun. While waiting for the barbecue to be cooked, he would apply some oil from the barbecue and stuff it into the barrel of the gun to rub it.
"Well said."
After saying that, the man sat down and didn't care whether the floor was dirty or not.
"No, what are you waiting for? Today I am inviting someone else, I didn't say I was inviting you?"
"I just received the invitation. It's the one wearing glasses."
Han Cheng looked at the cleaned prey and calculated his reserves.
"You bring a lot, don't you? I may not be able to hunt enough game, right?"
Han Cheng looked at the soldier holding a gun behind him. Later, that man would also come with others. Who could eat this little meat?
"That's enough, he won't eat."
The old comrade sold out the people who followed him without hesitation.
"Okay, okay, brother, there is corn in the basket, so I can only aggrieve you."
He said to the soldier behind him who was holding a gun, and pointed to the basket next to him. The man was also unambiguous, picked up two steamed buns and started to eat them.
"Be careful, don't give it all to me. If you eat it all, I will have to work hard for several days."
There are a lot of people with big appetites, especially in the military. Their appetites are so big that you can't even imagine, and they can even eat until they die. If you want these people to really eat freely, don't say that they don't have enough to eat. If you want to make them full, I'm afraid it will take a long time.
Eating bricks.
"Oh, old... Comrade He, you came here quickly!"
The man wearing glasses actually came, and it was obvious that he was also very surprised.
"Hmm? Where are your followers? Why are you here alone today?"
"Ah...how can we bring so many people to eat meat? I can do it by myself."
The one wearing glasses is quite generous, but I just don’t know if the one who refuses to come is crying in his heart.
"That's alright, don't eat the steamed buns! You can come and eat together, there's just enough food."
The fire was lit, the grill was put on, and the chickens and rabbits were placed on the grill and began to sizzle.
"It smells so good. Oh, by the way, this is salt."
The man wearing glasses took out a paper bag from his pocket, opened it, and found large grains of coarse salt inside.
"As long as it has salt, you can help bake it, and I'll take care of the gun here."
Han Cheng started cleaning the firearm with a small piece of cloth dipped in oil from the grill. The other comrades looked at him with puzzled faces, as if they didn't understand why he valued a broken gun so much.
"What kind of gun are you dealing with? There is something wrong with your head if you don't eat actively."
"If you want to eat this thing next time, you have to be busy, otherwise you won't be able to deal with it if the gun breaks."
After wiping all the areas carefully, he carefully put them aside. The bag containing bullets on his body was also carefully put aside.
"I see that you are very familiar with guns and are very knowledgeable. Last time I saw your bullets, they were different from others."
"This thing can only be used to shoot birds. The range does not exceed 400 meters, and the shotgun range does not exceed 200 meters. So it is not very useful. As long as it is not urban warfare, this gun is useless."
Han Cheng took out a knife and started to make a few cuts on the meat to make the meat cook faster and the salt flavor to penetrate faster.
"However, your speech at the meeting last time was quite accurate. As expected, you did not shoot Chiang Kai-shek."
"Haha, really? If I had known they wouldn't do this, I wouldn't have done it."
Han Cheng had a wry smile on his face. If he hadn't said those things, he would probably still be living in the house and wouldn't have to rely on himself.