Siheyuan: Since 51

At dusk, the sunset glows like fire.

Even if there is an occasional breeze, it cannot take away the scorching heat of the whole day.

After get off work, Lin Zhiyuan asked Qin Huairu to prepare some stir-fried dishes, and then he walked through the moon gate on the east wall of the front yard and came to the brigade commander's house.

Lin Shuhan and Chen Zhi, two little kids, were lying on the ground playing with glass balls.

Seeing Lin Zhiyuan, they hurriedly greeted him.

"Dad, why are you here?"

"Brother Zhiyuan."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded and joked.

"You two are lying on the ground again. I won't stop you from getting beaten up when you turn around."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Chen Zhi raised his arm and wiped his nose.

Lin Shuhan lowered his head and lay down again, holding the glass ball and continuing to aim.

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, walked straight through the hanging flower gate, came to the gatehouse of the outer courtyard, chatted with the brigade commander's guard, and waited quietly.

After about an hour, it gradually darkened.

The brigade commander finally came back and asked in a low voice.

"Little ghost, Zhiyuan didn't come today, right?"

The guard's name was Xu Gui, but the brigade commander misunderstood his name and gave him the nickname "Little Devil".

Xu Gui took a look through the large window, pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed, not knowing how to answer.

The brigade commander was startled, then realized what was going on and turned away.

"Well, tell Xiaoya that I'm going to Kenong's house for dinner tonight."

Before he could take a step, Lin Zhiyuan came to the porch and shouted.

"Uncle Chen, come to my house for dinner. Huairu has prepared everything. We haven't had a drink together for a long time."

The brigade commander stopped and turned around suddenly.

"You little bastard, I'm hiding from you, why can't you understand?"

Lin Zhiyuan gave instructions to Xu Gui with a smile on his face.

"Little boy, go next door and call Uncle Li to come to my house for dinner."

Fifteen minutes later.

Courtyard No. 7, west wing of the front yard.

The brigade commander, Kenong, Lin Jialiang, and Lin Zhiyuan, four people, four dishes, three bottles of wine, let's start.

Kenong's eyes rolled back and forth, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Old Chen, I'm confused. Tell me, why are you afraid of your nephew?"

Lin Jialiang picked up a piece of loofah and ate his meal.

The brigade commander curled his lips and snorted.

"This kid is a good talker, and I can't win over him, but I can't bear to beat him. If I don't hide, what can I do?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Uncle Chen, it's not that I'm good with my words, but what I said makes sense. You can't be like a miser."

Kenong was quite curious and pointed out with his lips.

"Come on, tell me in detail and I'll judge for you."

The brigade commander picked up a peanut, put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly, without any intention of speaking.

Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to tell the whole story and then ask.

"The 56.5 and 56-stroke are already outdated products. The 63-stroke has achieved the integration of rifle and strike, so why not mass produce it and replace all of them?"

The brigade commander frowned slightly and said something casually as an explanation.

“The R&D team said it can be even better and is currently working on the sixth upgrade.”

Lin Zhiyuan sighed and couldn't help but retort.

"If we follow this logic of optimizing once every six months, when will it end?"

After saying that, he looked at Lin Jialiang.

"Uncle, I remember that the 63-quan was tried in South Vietnam. What do you think?"

Lin Jialiang thought about it and spoke impartially.

"When I was in South Vietnam, I only came into contact with the first four versions. Let me briefly talk about my feelings. I have to say that compared with the fifth and sixth batches, they are amazing. Among them, the first, second, and fourth batches all have flaws. The third batch is the best, whether it is maintenance or use..."

It's very detailed and the evaluation is very objective.

After listening patiently, Lin Zhiyuan looked at the brigade commander.

"Uncle Chen, there is no end to improvement. The third version has been tested and can be mass-produced. As for the subsequent research and development, it has not been stopped. After a few years, when there is a qualitative improvement and detailed testing, it can be done again."

Lin Zhiyuan's original intention was to sell fireworks, and he also promoted costume changes.

Unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, the fate of Liu Sanshi was saved.

In its previous life, the Type 63 borrowed many strengths and had the advantages of high accuracy, long range, and good bayonet performance, and received unanimous praise.

However, due to the frequent optimization and improvements, coupled with turbulence and lack of focus on production, more and more problems occurred, and in the end, they had no choice but to switch back to the Type 5 or 6 and quietly exit the stage.

The brigade commander seemed to be persuaded and his attitude wavered slightly.

"Let's hold a meeting to discuss this in the next few days. However, even if we replace it, the Type 5 and Type 6 must be sealed."

Before Lin Zhiyuan had time to be happy about the first sentence, he was speechless because of the second sentence.

“Why let it sit there in a warehouse and collect dust? Isn’t it better to recycle waste and exchange it for resources?”

The brigade commander frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you know? Don't you know it's better to be prepared? Being behind is better than having nothing. What if chaos breaks out and we don't have any weapons?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan was stunned.

Thinking back to my previous life, what I saw and heard on the Internet.

I remember the news I heard earlier when I attended the security department meeting.

I couldn't help but chuckle, picked up the wine glass and suggested.

"Come on, let's go and talk after we finish drinking."

After clinking glasses and drinking, the other three looked over.

I am very curious about Lin Zhiyuan's various new ideas that he occasionally finds new ways to go.

"It's a disease, a fear of insufficient firepower. To be honest, I have it too. Whether from an individual or a whole nation's perspective, it's understandable to have a disease."

Lin Zhiyuan said, smiled and continued.

"However, it is more reasonable to have both inflow and outflow. The lagging ones will be dispersed, and the advanced ones will be brought in."

As he spoke, he looked around, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"For example, the cannons are thrown. My goodness, in order to prevent the Russian bear, to prevent three, they are continuously produced. When I attended the security department meeting earlier, I wanted to say, the goal is 2 billion, what does this mean?"

The brigade commander smacked his lips, pondered for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, that's interesting. I have a problem with insufficient firepower. So, don't think of using it. As for what you said about in and out...

As he spoke, he waved his hands repeatedly, very decisively.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, you can only go in but not out."

Lin Jialiang agreed with a smile.

"That's right. Including me, there are 5.5 million people in the security department. Who doesn't have this problem? Two billion cannons, I don't think it's enough, not enough at all. If things really get out of hand, including the militia, each person throwing dozens of cannons per round, how long can we hold out?"

Kenong also nodded.

"That's right. Next time you have a fight, throw a few rounds first and then rush in to clean up. This can greatly reduce casualties. How great."

……

The three of them became more and more excited and yearning as they talked, and even began to study the tactics of cleaning the floor. Lin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly stopped them.

"Please wait a moment, the three of you. This is a bit off topic."

Seeing that the three people were still unsatisfied and reluctantly stopped discussing, Lin Zhiyuan immediately continued.

"Take the example of firecrackers. Most of them are of the Type 51. If we replace them with the more powerful Type 59 or even the newly developed Type 66, wouldn't it be better if one can replace two or three?

If they lag behind, they can be dispersed, materials can be exchanged, and advanced products can be produced to achieve a virtuous cycle, which can ensure sufficient firepower and financial support. "