ebookland Chapter 129 Li Xiao, You Want to Touch Your Brother's Gun
Chapter 129 Li Xiao, You Want to Touch Your Brother's Gun
Li Ju'an said, "I don't have a work unit to rely on, so how can I learn? I hang out with a few small-time merchants in the county. They have drivers, and I've learned by observing them over time."
After watching Li Ju'an drive, Director Chen chatted with him and learned how much he loved driving, but lamented that he didn't have a car or a driver's license. This was easily solved. He registered Li Ju'an with the company and assigned his driver to teach him mechanical repair and various small projects related to mechanical principles. After six months of training, the experienced mechanic would sign off, the company would issue a certificate, and Li Ju'an would receive a new driver's license.
"Can we fight the weasel?"
"We can fight! We absolutely can."
"Can you fight a bear?"
"The leader has my back. If you run out of bullets, just ask him for more."
The deal for taking specimens was settled.
Within a month, he had to hand over one bear, three red deer, two red foxes, and six yellow weasels.
The forestry farm's top leader gave him a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, 1500 rounds of 7.62mm ammunition, and also arranged for him to learn to drive a car through a affiliated unit. After six months of training, he would be able to exchange his skills for a driver's license.
Li Ju'an left the forest farm office building with a 56 semi-automatic rifle on his back and a 15-kilogram ammunition box in his arms. He was quite pleased with himself.
He was filled with anticipation at the thought of renewing his driver's license in six months. Truck driver, car driver—he didn't care about the steering wheel; he'd be willing to do anything. What others had, he had too. What others didn't have, he could have as well.
By sheer coincidence, Zhao Pao from Yingtun also entered the forest farm compound at this time.
Zhao Pao had a cold face, wearing a bearskin coat, with a majestic eagle perched on his shoulder. The eagle's wing was bound with straps, and it looked slumped over, as if it had suffered a great loss and was still feeling aggrieved.
The old hunter under him smelled gasoline and stared wide-eyed at the Deer Jet parked in the yard: "Official vehicles have style, they look impressive."
Several men dragging a sled full of wild boars passed by Li Ju'an. Suddenly, an old hunter pointed at him and shouted, "That's the kid who stole our big claw skin!"
They say enemies are especially hostile when they meet, so what's the point of a one-on-one fight? What's the point of a group brawl?
Da Hu, leading nine pack dogs, immediately blocked Li Ju'an's path. The mountain dogs looked fierce, baring their teeth and growling. The hunting dogs became excited, lowering their bodies to attack.
Li Ju'an deliberately feigned fear and shouted, "There's a sign hanging at the entrance of the state-run store that forbids beating customers without cause. You've come here asking for work, and you dare to challenge me to a fight right after entering the store? You shameless bastards!"
The locals are all arrogant. If you're arrogant, others will be even more arrogant. Only merchants from the south will verbally abuse you without actually hitting you. In some places, the employees of state-owned stores have terrible service attitudes, so there are always signs hanging at the entrance of the stores reminding employees: Do not beat customers without cause.
The old hunter, seeing how loudly Li Ju'an was yelling, was furious: "You still want a one-on-one fight? Dream on, we'll gang up on you."
Which mountain runner hasn't seen blood? Not using a knife is nothing to worry about; hand-to-hand combat is commonplace.
Li Ju'an was clever enough to play dumb in front of others, but he could beat them to death in private. He said, "It's a pity, this courtyard is full of people. The leaders are going to eat soon, so you might as well not have made a wasted trip."
Zhao Pao's face darkened. He checked the time and saw it was indeed lunchtime at the canteen. He had been hunting wild boars for several days, all to get the job of specimen collection. He said, "Going to see Leader Chen is the priority."
The group brushed past Li Ju'an and then entered the office building.
Zhao Pao was turned away, and Assistant Chen's response surprised him: "How did you find someone so quickly? Didn't you say no one would answer last time?"
Assistant Chen replied succinctly: "We just booked the people this morning. You'd better come earlier next time."
Zhao Pao and the others glanced at Li Ju'an, who had already left through the door, and then, recalling Li Ju'an's confident demeanor just now, they slapped their foreheads in dismay. But still with a glimmer of hope, they asked, "Was it Li Ju'an, the foreman?"
"Yes, the young man can also drive, and the boss likes him."
The hunters, including Zhao Pao, trembled. It really was Li Ju'an who took the job? This bastard actually picked up a tiger cub to take the job? He had worked hard for a month, chasing big claws and wild boars, only to have Li Ju'an steal the job?
The old hunter grasped the key point and asked, "Driving? There's a strong smell of gasoline outside, was he driving?"
Assistant Chen said, "Of course! Li Pao is quick-witted and efficient. How could the leaders not value him?"
Zhao Pao and the others remained silent for a long while, then suddenly couldn't utter a single word. Nobody had told them that Li Pao could not only steal the prize, but also handle the steering wheel.
Assistant Chen noticed that Zhao Pao had a bruise on his forehead, a missing tooth, and an injured falcon perched on his shoulder, indicating he had been in a fight. "Zhao Pao, what happened? Were you in a fight?"
Fights between people in the Xingan Mountains are common, but the most shameful thing is losing a fight. Zhao Pao covered his forehead, too ashamed to say it aloud, so he could only grit his teeth and tell everyone he met, "I bumped my head on the door frame myself."
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Li Ju'an returned home with his harvest, picked up his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and felt incredibly happy and content.
Which mountain runner can resist the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle? The magazine capacity of the semi-automatic rifle is 10 rounds. It cannot fire in bursts. Only one bullet can be fired at a time. Then the spent cartridge is automatically ejected and the magazine is reloaded. You have to manually pull the trigger again to fire the next bullet.
He currently has a Mosin-Nagant rifle with long-range capability, a 16mm submachine gun with short-range capability, and this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
Of these three guns, if one had to be chosen as the primary weapon, it would have to be the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle. It's highly accurate, capable of hitting targets within 400 meters and even reaching a range of 1500 meters at appropriate distances. The 7.62mm bullets also have high lethality. When they hit a bear, they create a cavity effect, causing severe damage to the bear's internal organs.
He pulled the charging handle with a "click," causing the bolt to retract and enter the bolt hold-open position. Then, he inserted the bottom of the stripper clip, which contained the rounds, into the stripper clip retaining slot at the ejection port. He pressed down hard on the rounds, loading all 10 rounds into the magazine. He removed the stripper clip, pulled the bolt back again to release it, and then released it to allow the bolt to automatically return to its original position and reload.
He stood in the open snow and began to aim his gun at a sparrow perched high on a branch. After two shots, the gun was calibrated and ready to use.
The loud gunshot startled the children playing on the snow slope in the distance.
Li Xiaozheng, along with Sun Hao, the chubby grandson of the Sun family, and Lu Wenqian, were skating down a high snow slope. Upon hearing the gunshot, Sun Hao became excited and boasted that the gun belonged to his family.
Lu Wenqian also boasted that this was clearly a gun from the Lu family. Sun Hao laughed at her, saying that everyone in the village knew the Lu family didn't have any guns; they had all been disposed of by the old man.
A dozen or so children ran over, all filled with curiosity, and saw that it was Li Xiao's older brother practicing shooting.
Originally shy and timid, Li Xiao was immediately surrounded by children of all ages from the village, who excitedly begged her to touch her brother's gun. Li Xiao, who had previously gone unnoticed, suddenly became the leader of the group, and she was still a little shy.
Li Xiao jogged up, her bright red nose glistening with snot, and asked, "Brother, can I touch the gun?"
Li Ju'an glanced at the swarm of children, their eyes sparkling with admiration and longing as they looked at him. He thought back to his childhood, how much he admired older boys with guns. If he could touch a gun, he would feel so proud that he would walk on air all day, bragging to everyone he met about having touched one.
He pressed the button to open the magazine, then pulled the charging handle to eject the cartridge from the chamber below the receiver. He inspected the chamber and feed port through the ejection port, released the charging handle, pulled the trigger, and closed the magazine.
He handed the empty gun to Li Xiao and shouted, "Everyone touch it, line up! Those who don't listen won't get to touch the gun."
A dozen or so children from the village cheered excitedly. They lined up behind Li Xiao in a very well-behaved manner.