Zhao Yunwu also wants to buy a gun, but does he meet the conditions for carrying a gun?

First, bold, Zhao Yunwu never knew what it meant to be afraid, once, he went to the grave of his father, lay on the grave and cried and fell asleep, and slept on the grave for half a night. I am afraid that there are not many people who dare to sleep on the graveyard.

Second, shrewd, Zhao Yunwu is a careful person, and he knows how many ridges there are in Zhaojiagou's crops. From the east end of Tunzi to the west end of Tunzi, no matter whose land it is, he has personally counted it.

Third, strategy, Zhao Yunwu has studied for two years, read the Three Kingdoms, and knows a little about some superficial art of war. Because he writes well, he is invited to go to the tunzi for weddings and funerals, writing and arithmetic.

Fourth, the status quo, Zhao Yunwu is the head of the Zhao family, big and small, take Zhang in charge, and buy a gun just to take care of the family. Without a gun, there is no sense of security.

Fifth, capital, the Zhao family is relatively wealthy, and it is not a problem to buy a gun.

With the above five conditions, Zhao Yunwu is very confident and plans to buy a gun.

Zhao Yunwu drove the ox cart to Liutaizi Gun City, twenty miles away, and the snow on the road had not melted, reflecting the morning sun, piercing the eyes.

At the gun market, gun dealers are selling guns there.

Zhao Yunwu beat him along, and the person who bought the gun saw that it was a child, and he looked down on him a little.

Zhao Yunwu picked up a jet-black shiny box gun and fiddled with it.

"Buy a gun? It's twenty rings, Zilaid! The gun seller said in a long voice.

"What's the good of this gun?"

"That's a lot of benefits, don't move if you don't buy it!" As he spoke, he pulled out the magazine with a clatter. Zhao Yunwu put Zilaide down and picked up a spear. Zhao Yunwu knew that long guns were much cheaper than small guns.

"This spear looks good, too!"

"It's called a sleeve gun." The gun seller said.

Because the barrel material used at that time was not good, it was often blown up when used, for the sake of safety, a steel pipe was put on the outside of the original barrel, and the barrel was double-layered, so it was called a sleeve gun. The sleeve gun is made in Hanyang.

"How much?"

"Eighteen oceans."

"Get me another 200 rounds."

"Twenty oceans in total."

Zhao Yunwu paid. The gun dealer glanced at Zhao Yunwu with disdain, and thought, "A child carrying a gun, isn't this nonsense?" ”

Zhao Yunwu pursed his lips and glanced at it with his eyes, only to see a crow parked on a poplar tree more than ten meters away, he smiled and said, "Boss, I'll try the gun!" ”

Zhao Yunwu picked up the sleeve gun and fired a shot at the tree, only to hear a bang, and the black crow on the tree was shot and fell to the ground, dead.

Zhao Yunwu usually hunts with the old tyrant and practices marksmanship, which is why he has such a beautiful shot.

"Good marksmanship!" The gunman immediately changed his face. Zhao Yunwu had already driven the ox cart away.

After Zhao Yunwu returned home, he fiddled with the gun all day long, and his grandmother nagged: "Eldest grandson, you are playing with this gun all day long, don't you want to be a beard?" ”

"Milk, your eldest grandson should not have a beard, your eldest grandson should be bearded!"

"Don't talk nonsense when you eat salt, what kind of beard? It's a good day, though! ”

"Huh."

"Our old Zhao family has been loyal and honest for several lifetimes, and when it comes to your generation, I think we are going to change the style."

"No, it won't."

"Milk tells you that people have to learn well, don't learn evil. How many lives do the wicked have? ”

"Brother, listen to the milk and put the gun away." Younger brother Yang Yunlong said.

Zhao Yunwu stretched out his hand and hung the gun on the beam of the house.

Zhao Yunwu's grandmother is a kind old lady, she doesn't say anything bad all her life, although the words he says are simple, but they are all summed up through the experience of life. Zhao Yunwu was filial to his grandmother and never fiddled with a gun in front of his grandmother since.

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On the eighteenth day of the lunar month, Zhao Yunwu was feeding the cattle in the yard, and suddenly heard a crisp suona sound under the big locust tree in the east of the village. People gathered in a large circle and watched quietly.

The crescent moon didn't come out

The mink beauty walked downstairs

Get on your knees in the dust

Burn incense and worship the moon

For our grace and love

The crescent moon in the second watch is due east

Nantang's name is Gao Qiong

accepted a good wife's name is Liu Fengying

Miss Liu is Gao Lang

That's why I said lovesickness

The singing duo turned a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and a heroic spirit in her handsomeness. She twisted and sang, and her voice was as loud and melodious as a silver bell.

Next to the girl was an old man in his fifties, sitting on a bamboo chair and playing board.

This girl's name is Han Yaer, and because she was born with a good voice, she often sings in the tunzi. That old man is his father Han Lao Liu, the same Han Lao Liu who beat the female ghost in the white filial piety shirt. Old Han Liu is already in his fifties, with a weather-beaten face, two broom eyebrows, and a pair of leopard eyes, which looks very majestic.

There is a saying in the Northeast: It is better to give up one meal than two people.

Singing in the fields is the most popular entertainment for the people in Tunli.

"Good! Good! "I heard someone shouting at the wonderful place.

Zhao Yunwu squeezed into the crowd, looked at Ya'er, and remembered a Tang poem taught by Mr. in the private school - the people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow on the wrists are condensed.

"It's so beautiful!" Zhao Yunwu looked at Ya'er blankly.

When the song reached the wonderful point, Ya'er raised her hand and threw the prop of the two-person turn-handkerchief-into the air, which happened to fall on Zhao Yunwu's head. Feng stuck out his tongue.

Zhao Yunwu grabbed the handkerchief and smiled innocently,

The handkerchief is embroidered with two delicate small characters - Ya'er.

Zhao Yunwu sniffed it lightly, and there was a faint aroma on it.

According to the rules of the Tunli people, whoever falls on the head of the handkerchief has to perform a show.

"Okay, Yunwu sings one!" The crowd began to heckle.

"Haha, sing one, sing one, I'll sing one with Ya'er! Okay? ”

"Yes, yes"

Zhao Yunwu cleared his throat, walked into the circle, and said to Ya'er: "Sister, let's sing a little New Year's greeting to the villagers." This is a good song, I won't sing anything else."

"Okay, Brother Yunwu, you have to open your voice and sing louder."

"Good"

A pair of golden boys and girls began to sing and twist: "It's the New Year in the first month, and it's the first day of the new year......"

Han Lao Liu looked at the two children, lifted his spirits, and the bamboo board croaked......

Zhao Yunwu is the child that Han Lao Liu watched grow up, Han Lao Liu liked Zhao Yunwu's honesty very much, and thought while playing the board: If

It would be nice to marry my daughter to Yunwu......

Zhao Yunwu twisted more and more, Ya'er glanced at Zhao Yunwu shyly, blushing......