Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

When Zhang Xingwang got up in the morning, the old lady had already prepared water for him to wash his face. He rinsed his mouth and washed his face. He felt uncomfortable all over, especially his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead.

The old lady saw it and said with heartache:

"After dinner, grandma will give you a massage. You have walked such a long way and I can't let my grandson get too tired."

"No need grandma, I just need to move around a bit."

Zhang Xingwang is not that hypocritical, but he should exercise. He used to deliver food to the 6th floor without taking a breath, but now he can't even compare to his second sister. It makes me cry.

After finishing a bowl of corn porridge, Zhang Xingwang ignored his second sister who was chewing slowly beside him and started pestering the old man to maintain his gun.

The old man took out a rifle from under the cabinet. Zhang Xingwang didn't know much about guns, so he asked the old man curiously, "What kind of gun is this?"

"This is a foreign gun, made in Germany."

But the old man didn't know the details, but he said that several families in the village had guns, and they were all different. The one in his family was left by a KMT deserter. The old man refused to say more.

Then he cried and shouted until he had no choice but to act coquettishly before the old man agreed to let Zhang Xingwang go to the woods to shoot a few shots for fun the next day.

If it were any other child, they would have been treated to a meal of fried bamboo shoots and pork. But who is Zhang Xingwang? He is the only child in the family and he must be spoiled.

In the afternoon, I pestered the old man to train me on how to shoot and change bullets, and went to bed early at night.

The next morning, I woke up early. It was really good to be young. My body didn't hurt anymore and my legs felt much better. After breakfast, I hurried to the mountains. I heard the old man shouting at me not to go too far. My second sister followed behind me without saying a word.

Zhang Xingwang didn't have much contact with the sisters as far as he could remember, so he finally understood that the second sister was a taciturn person, extremely quiet. She was good at doing work, but it was difficult for her to chat.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they separated from their second sister. She went to dig wild vegetables, while Zhang Xingwang pretended to play with a gun.

He did not listen to the old man's advice and twisted and turned his way into the depths of the forest. Although he was very tired, Zhang Xingwang smiled happily. It depended on this time whether he would eat meat or continue drinking porridge.

At this time, everyone in the village had gone to work, and this place was deep in the woods, so no one should be able to hear the gunshots.

He took out his gun and fired a shot at the open space in front of him without saying a word. With a "bang", he looked down and saw that the bullet did not come out. Zhang Xingwang smiled happily. It was just as he expected. The bullet was now quietly staying in the space.

Then he aimed at the big tree in front of him and pointed his finger. There was a "puff" sound, and the bark flew everywhere. Zhang Xingwang ran over and saw a big hole in the tree. This was a sure thing. It seemed that the bullet was just stationary in space, and the kinetic energy was not reduced at all.

Zhang Xingwang's idea was to fire a few more shots, store the bullets in space, shoot wherever he pointed, and even fire continuously like a machine gun. Then hunting would be easy.

Then use the space to take it out and find a way to exchange it for food. Otherwise, there is no way to explain it and it can't be taken out. And relying on hunting with a gun is dangerous and there is no accuracy.

Now everyone eats from a big pot, and the prey caught in the mountains belongs to the group. Otherwise, if you go up the mountain with a gun, you can only eat some secretly by yourself, and you can't take it out.

Everyone is starving, and who doesn’t want to have an extra bite of food? How could they let you take it away?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingwang quickly loaded his gun and started his plan. The old man gave him 100 rounds of bullets, probably because he was afraid that his grandson would be in danger when he went into the mountains. It seems that the old man is also a man with a story. However, this rifle can only hold five bullets at a time, and it took a long time to fill the space with bullets (changed).

He even freed up the corn in the space and found a hole to use as bait for a natural trap, planning to use it as a nest. Anyway, such a small amount of corn can't solve any problems. It would be perfect if he could catch a big one next time.

After Zhang Xingwang sorted out the traps and packed up, he was ready to set off again. Anyway, there was plenty of firepower now, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He memorized the route and walked deeper into the mountains.

After walking for a while, a pheasant suddenly flew out in front. Zhang Xingwang quickly ran two steps, made an eight gesture with his right hand towards the pheasant, and heard two consecutive "puff" sounds, and the pheasant was shot down.

I ran over to take a look. I had no experience it was my first time, so two of the four bullets hit the target. Fortunately, if it had been hit by two bullets, the pheasant, which was already very small, would have been torn into pieces.

It has to be an external plug-in, with a built-in silencer, so the bullets go out silently. If I rely on myself, I will never be able to hit a moving target that suddenly flies out.

They strolled along like this, and at three or four o'clock, Zhang Xingwang started to return down the mountain. The main reason was that it was too inconvenient without a watch. He had no idea what time it was in the forest and could only roughly tell the time.

However, this trip was very rewarding. Not only did it verify the correct use of the golden finger, but I also used 26 bullets to shoot three pheasants and found more than a dozen pheasant eggs.

I figured out the correct way to use bullets, and I could basically hit whatever I pointed at, and I was always accurate. But I didn't encounter any big prey, which made me feel a little unwilling. I turned around and thought, now I don't have more space, and I can't take it out even if I do kill it.

They walked down the mountain slowly. The second sister was waiting at the foot of the mountain. When she saw Zhang Xingwang coming back, she smiled and walked over quickly. Suddenly, she saw the pheasant in her brother's hand, covered her mouth in surprise, ran over, snatched it, stuffed it into the backpack, covered it with wild vegetables, and took Zhang Xingwang back.

Zhang Xingwang was carrying a gun and holding a chicken in one hand, which was very enjoyable, but it made the second sister feel bored.

The second sister walked and whispered:

"Brother, you are here for fun. How dare you go into the mountains to hunt? What if something happens? And you are carrying a chicken so brazenly. What era is this? You are trying to save your life. Fortunately, you brought a gun with you, otherwise you would be finished if someone saw you."

This was the first time Zhang Xingwang heard his second sister talk so much, and he was stunned for a moment. But when he saw his second sister crying while talking, he quickly said:

"It's okay, I didn't go far. There are a lot of pheasants in the mountains. I was lucky to meet a group of them, otherwise there's no way I could have shot them with my marksmanship."

As I was talking, I was thinking, my second sister was right, these days the threshold for people with stuttering has become lower, and they can do anything. It seems that I should not go to the mountains until the space becomes larger.

The brother and sister walked back quickly and didn't meet anyone along the way.

When he got home, the old man looked at the pheasant and then at his grandson.

"You went to the mountains? No one saw you when you came back?"

Okay, the old man and the second sister are on the same channel.

"No, I didn't go. I encountered a group of them not far into the woods. I fired two random shots and shot these three unlucky guys."

As he said this, he started to take out eggs from his pocket one by one. The old lady next to him was stunned.

The old lady didn't care about that. She walked around her grandson to make sure he was not injured. She said with a coaxing expression:

"Listen to grandma and don't go hunting in the mountains. What if you get injured or encounter a wild boar? But my grandson is lucky. I met a group of pheasants and got so many eggs. Today, grandma will make chicken soup for you to nourish you."

The old man didn't say anything, just shook his head and smiled dotingly, and didn't ask about the bullets, thinking that he kept them for himself. After all, it was normal for boys to like playing with bullets. He put the gun under the cabinet again, and I guess I can't take it out again (changed).

In the evening, I drank chicken soup under the nagging of my grandmother. I have to say that although there were not many seasonings, it was really fresh. The chicken needed to be stewed for a while longer, because pheasant meat was a bit tough and would not be cooked through without enough time.