Usually, Zhang Jinquan would wake up just after the first rooster crowed, but today the rooster crowed three times, and he hasn't woken up yet. When Zhang Jinquan woke up leisurely, the sun was already rising outside, "ouch" Zhang Jinquan turned over from the animal skin mattress and got up to get out of the tent, he still remembered that Zhao Meng said that someone wanted to see him this morning, and they all slept until this time, what should I do?

"Hey, wait a minute" The crisp voice sounded from behind Zhang Jinquan, and when he looked back, he was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a white little face, a bit like a carp doll in a New Year painting. "You can't go out now, my grandfather is a guest, you wait, my grandfather has finished his business, and naturally people will call you" The child's mouth is a Beijing accent, seeing Zhang Jinquan stopped, he just smiled slightly and refused to speak more, just lowered his head and grabbed a pile of iron pieces on the ground.

Zhang Jinquan stood at the entrance of the tent for a while, quietly opened a crack in the door to look outside, nothing could be seen, there seemed to be no one on the drying field at all, he was bold and just about to step out of the tent, he heard a low shout, "go back" With the voice, Zhang Jinquan only felt a pain in his hand, and he was scared The curtain of the tent fell again.

"Hey, what's going on? If you are told to stay well, you will suffer if you don't listen. It's my fifth brother outside, if I change to Brother Tiger today, I'll kick you with my feet" Seeing Zhang Jinquan jumping and covering his hand and retreating, the child was happy, and there was a little schadenfreude, "It doesn't matter if you have that hand, my fifth brother uses a small pebble, at most, it hurts for a while and it's fine, you just stay honest."

"What are you doing here?" The child attracted Zhang Jinquan's attention to the iron pieces he made, and he couldn't get out of the tent anyway, so Suo squatted beside the child and looked at the pile of objects on the ground. But he can only watch, and the child won't let him move.

"It's a pistol, a disassembled pistol, I'm wiping the gun. Do you know how to maintain it? It's to oil and wipe the parts of the gun clean," the child spoke, but the movements of his hands did not pause at all, and he methodically wiped the iron parts on the ground one by one with a clean piece of cloth. Zhang Jinquan had only seen rifles, and that was the last time he sent wild things to the county seat, he saw it in the security group at the gate of the city, and the hunters in Zhuangzi usually used gunpowder guns, that is, earthen guns. He obviously didn't trust the kid very much, and pouted with disdain, he didn't believe that the half-sized boy could fiddle with a pistol.

The child was a little annoyed, learned Zhang Jinquan's movements, pouted his good-looking little mouth, and shook a roll of his eyes to Zhang Jinquan. The child put down the cloth and began to swing out the parts of the pistol, "You see it" The child rolled up his sleeves, and without saying a word, copied the pistol parts on the ground in his hand, only to see his hands flying, and instantly assembled this pile of parts into a gun.

"It's called a Mauser submachine pistol, and in some places it's called a mirror box or a fast and slow machine, and it's not loaded, you try," the little boy said, turning his fingers and handing the assembled gun upside down. Zhang Jinquan was already stunned by the little boy's dazzling movements, but he took the pistol stupidly, and as soon as the gun was in his hands, Zhang Jinquan felt that the blood all over his body was pouring into his heart, and he couldn't wait to take a few shots to try his skills.

"Stinky boy, you're showing off here again, aren't you?" A tall man entered the tent, and the panicked Zhang Jinquan hurriedly got up and saluted, but he forgot that he still had a gun in his hand. "Brother Zhang, stand still" The tall and strong man stuck to Zhang Jinquan's body with one arrow step, grabbed the gun in his hand with one hand, and supported Zhang Jinquan's elbow, thumb and index finger with the other hand and pinched it gently, "Ouch" Zhang Jinquan let out an exclamation, and the entire arm of his right arm lost sensation, and the gun in his hand naturally fell into the hands of the tall and strong man.

"Brother, I'm really sorry, brother, I don't know that there is no bullet in this gun." The tall man skillfully removed the magazine and checked the chamber again, and when he found that there were no bullets, he glared at the little boy. "Brother Zhang, you remember, no matter whether there is a bullet in this gun or not, the muzzle of the gun can't be pointed at people" It turned out to be just a false alarm, Zhang Jinquan's sour arm also returned to normal at this time, and he waved it vigorously a few times, as if there was no discomfort.

"My name is Yan Wudao, and they all call me Lao Wu" The tall man threw over the pistol to the little boy, and gave Zhang Jinquan a salute with his fists in both hands, which can be regarded as accompanying Zhang Jinquan for what happened just now. Seeing that Yan Wudao was like this to him, Zhang Jinquan was a little flustered, but he just waved his hand vigorously but didn't know what to say. Only in Zhangzhuang, the familiar hunters will greet each other and salute, if they leave Zhangzhuang, the hunters are despised, and there will be people who do not know each other to salute themselves.

Yan Wudao just smiled slightly, but he didn't keep Zhang Jinquan's reaction in mind, when he was just taken in by his master, wasn't it the same as Zhang Jinquan now, and in the face of Mo Lun, their guest Qian didn't panic, but the feng shui took turns, and now he has changed to Zhang Jinquan, a villa boy. Ye left a kid who came to spy at night last night, and the brothers also knew about it, and a few of them discussed it privately for a while, but they couldn't understand why Ye was so concerned about such a kid? At dawn, everyone peeked at this stupid boy a few times, but they couldn't see anything special.

"Fifth brother, aren't you going to teach me boxing and kicking? When? It's been more than ten days, have you forgotten? Seeing that Yan Wudao's attention was focused on Zhang Jinquan, the ghostly little boy couldn't help but play the child's surname, holding Yan Wudao's arm and shaking it non-stop, and his good-looking big eyes had already laughed into a crescent. Looking at the little boy who was playing tricks on himself like a puppy, Yan Wudao coughed dotingly, grabbed him by the collar and tore him off himself.

"You kid still has the face to say, last time you were asked to take a horse step, you were good, you ran away in just a few minutes, and you dared to go to the master to complain, saying that I bullied you. Come on, let's settle the new account and the old account today" Yan Wudao made a gesture and darkened his face, and raised his fan-like slap to hit the little boy's ass. One was about to fight, and the other was naturally busy dodging, and the little boy's hand was also sharp, and he held on for a while before being caught by Yan Wudao.

"Fifth brother, return the fifth brother, you can spare me this time, I don't dare anymore. I'll steal our master's foreign wine for you to drink tonight, you can spare me" The little boy's hands were tightly grasped by Yan Wudao, and he hurriedly raised his little face and begged Yan Wudao for mercy.

"Brother Zhang, don't be deceived by this kid, he can be honest" While speaking, Yan Wudao really gave the little boy a chestnut blow, and sure enough, the little boy who was hit by a chestnut shot didn't have a fart, but he grinned and was about to bite someone. "His name is Luo Ying, and he is an apprentice taught by the master himself, but he is more blessed than a few of us" Yan Wudao let go of Luo Ying in his hand, took out a bag of sugar cubes from his pocket and threw it to Luo Ying.