Back in the village, Peng Lianhu skinned the bones of the tiger and the Tyrannosaurus rex and boiled them in a pot, which was known as the dragon and tiger fight. Although Peng Lianhu's cooking skills are a must in Shanghekou, Wang Xijia has little interest in eating these strange things, and he stopped eating after a few bites. He made a motorcycle cushion out of tiger skins and saved Fogen a beautiful motorcycle.

The Tyrannosaurus rex skull would be a national treasure in any modern country, but in Shanghekou Village, it can only be used as a good decoration. Wang Xijia hung the skull at the gate of the motorcycle race, and it looked quite domineering. Zach and a group of hairy kids did a circle of "markers" on the surrounding mountains and sprinkled a circle of gasoline. Sure enough, I never heard of a Tyrannosaurus rex coming to invade near the upper estuary, but I gradually heard some news that dinosaurs had appeared near the lower estuary and Peach Blossom Town.

Villagers from all over the country came to Shanghekou to help get rid of the dragon, and no matter how enthusiastic Zack was, he couldn't separate the three heads and six arms. Wang Xijia felt that there was no way to go on like this, to completely conquer the dinosaurs, you can't rely on the innate divine power of the Mao people, you still have to rely on guns.

After a few more near-fatal explosions, Wang Xika finally made the first perfect barrel by hand. After the barrel problem was solved, the other problems were much simpler, and two days later, Wang Xijia created the world's first AK47 rifle. This rifle was designed in the 40s of the 20th century by Soviet gunsmith Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov. The advantage of this gun is that it is simple in construction, solid and durable, and it is the most widely used firearm in the world. Holding this steel gun in his hand, Wang Xijia understands that the good days of dinosaurs are over, and no matter how awesome the dinosaurs are, they can't withstand a shuttle bullet from AK47.

Because it was made by hand, the output was not very high, so Wang Xika made two more guns and gave one to Lang Naduo and Peng Lianhu. Zack's fingers are too thick to pull the trigger, and besides, this hairy man can slay a dragon with a bow and sword. Several people formed a dragon slaying team, riding motorcycles from village to village to kill dragons, and then eating a dragon killing meal after the end, the small life was delicious, and there were more and more dinosaur skulls hanging on the motorcycle race.

At the beginning, Wang Xijia was worried that if he killed dinosaurs every day, would he kill the Tyrannosaurus rex in this world. Later, I found out that they were thinking too much, and an endless stream of dinosaurs came from afar, and it was already very good that the four of them could maintain the safety of people and animals in the village.

Why do so many dinosaurs come from their habitat? Wang Xika was puzzled. It wasn't until the tax collector of the craftsman ran to the mouth of the river to collect taxes that Wang Xijia understood that after the last war, the craftsmen occupied the territory of the white and black hairs, and the dinosaurs living in the territory of the black hair migrated to other places on a large scale in order to avoid the hunting of the craftsmen.

It was raining lightly on the day the tax collector came. 4 or 5 people rode horses, with knives pinned to their waists and bows on their backs, and swayed to the door of Wang Xijia's house, and asked loudly, "I heard that you are in charge of this village?"

Wang Xika looked at these tax collectors, who were only 17 or 8 years old, with long hair and skin tanned by ultraviolet rays. If it is in modern society, that is, the age of the second or third year of high school, but in ancient times, it was already an adult.

"Yes, I have the final say in this village, what do you have to do?" Wang Xijia thought it was also interesting to deal with the ancient tax collectors.

"From today onwards, the land of your village will belong to our king, and in a few days we will come to measure the land and collect one-tenth of your output. In addition, I noticed that your village has iron tools and sells salt, which are not allowed, do you understand?" said a young man who took the lead.

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and it seems that the craftsman tribe is really ready to conquer the world. Human beings are like this, always having to keep fighting, constantly grabbing territory, and now they have finally come to this peaceful little village. From the bottom of his heart, Wang Xijia doesn't have many opinions on the matter of collecting taxes on crops, after all, one-tenth is not too much, but it is a bit too much to not use iron tools and sell salt.

"I'm sorry, but this village doesn't belong to your king yet. If you ask for money, I can give you a little, and if you want food, you can give a little, but not the rest. "Before the crossing, Wang Xijia's tax record was very good, and even in ancient times, he was not prepared to resist taxes. It's just that the prohibition of the use of iron tools and the prohibition of selling salt is a bit excessive.

The tax collector didn't say a word, and they have collected taxes in several places in the past few days. Some agreed, some disagreed, but in the end they all agreed. For those who don't agree to pay taxes in the first place, then they need another thing to speak - weapons, several tax officials silently drew their knives and looked at Wang Xika coldly. To the surprise of the tax collector, Wang Xijia did not draw a knife, but took out a strange piece of iron, one heavy and the other light, which looked like a burning stick.

Wang Xijia was not holding a burning stick, but an AK47 automatic rifle he had just built. He originally wanted to use a gun to scare and scare these craftsmen, so that they would retreat, but these craftsmen had never seen a gun and were not frightened. Wang Xika had no choice but to walk out of the door and shoot into the sky, but several tax officials were still expressionless.

There was no way around now, Wang Xijia had to aim his gun at a free-range chicken raised in the village, and with a "snap", a chicken died after a bullet.

Killing chickens to show monkeys, the tax collectors understood: "You're scaring us." ”

Wang Xika said calmly: "I'm not scaring you, I can really kill you, you can't beat me, let's go, I'll treat it as if nothing happened." ”

Nearby villagers came over to see what was going on when they heard the gunshots, and they were still holding knives, guns and sticks in their hands, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The tax collector felt that the situation was not easy to clean up, but it seemed that he couldn't get off the stage just like that, so he had to hold on to the stalemate with a weapon in his hand.

Wang Xika saw the dilemma of several young people and said: "Let's go, there are many of us, as long as you don't come back in the future, you will still have a good life." ”

The tax collector who took the lead sneered: "You have a kind, but you remember, you will pay the price." ”

After saying that, a few people put away their weapons, and it seemed that they were leaving. Wang Xijia just breathed a sigh of relief, and the situation suddenly changed again. Zak also rushed to Wang Xijia's house when he heard the movement, and happened to run into the craftsman's tax collector.

When the hairy man meets the craftsman, there is no nonsense to talk about on both sides. The leading tax collector swung his sword and slashed at Zack, who knocked his knife away with a sword, and then passed it over, and the man's head fell off. A skull rolled around on the ground, a stream of blood spurted out two or three meters high from the broken neck, and a fresh life disappeared.

The remaining few tax collectors wanted to run, but they never had a chance, and the craftsman would not have any chance to meet the hairy man at close range. Zach split several people in two in the blink of an eye with a sword, and it was as easy as drinking soup.

Although he has seen the big battle between the craftsman and the hairy man, this bloody scene happened in front of him, Wang Xika still has a feeling of wanting to vomit, as if he has watched a shoddy movie.

The surrounding villagers loved the brutal battle, clapping their hands and laughing, and a few young people kicked the head of the craftsman who had fallen to the ground like a ball. Wang Xijia couldn't have imagined that this group of usually simple villagers would be so cruel, it seems that it is indeed human nature to kill each other, he stopped this bad behavior, collected the bodies of several tax collectors, and buried them in the ground at the entrance of the village.

"Fuck, it looks like there's going to be a war. Wang Xijia thought.