sbdcsierra Chapter 1750 Yong'an Weapon Ranking: Xing 3's Knife
Chapter 1750 Yong'an Weapon Ranking: Xing 3's Knife
Chapter 1750 Yong'an Weapon Ranking: Xing San's Knife
The man with the cannon in front suddenly dodged, and the skinny leader's vision blurred. By the time he reacted, it was too late to dodge.
With a soft "plop," the skinny man felt a tingling sensation in his abdomen, as if he had been electrocuted.
Xing San withdrew his hand, revealing a red knife, and a sharp pain surged from the skinny man's abdomen.
Before the skinny man could make any move, Xing San inserted the knife again.
The intense pain made the skinny man's mind unusually clear at that moment; he knew he had been stabbed.
Seeing Xing San's fierce glint in his eyes, the skinny man, with a burst of strength he didn't know where he got it from, raised his hand and pushed Xing San away, the red knife slashing out for the third time, dripping with blood.
The skinny man covered his abdomen with both hands, turned around, and ran into the ground.
Blood dripped from the skinny man's hands and legs, but with remarkable agility, he leaped down the steep embankment between the road and the ground. Stumbling, he regained his footing and then sprinted towards the village.
It's too late, but it's soon.
From the moment Xing San made his first cut to the moment the skinny man escaped, it took only a dozen seconds.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone on both sides.
By the time Zhao Jun and his men and the twelve bandits came to their senses, the skinny man was running wildly across the burnt land.
"Ah!" A scream was heard. One of the robbers dodged in time and only took a knife to the arm from Xing Sanyi.
The man darted out and ran into the woods.
At this moment, Xing San glanced to the side and saw that the remaining eleven robbers had split into three groups: five ran into the ground, five darted into the woods, and one went it alone and was taken down by Zhao Jun.
As he fell to the ground, the cannon that had fallen from the man's hand was pushed aside by Wang Qiang with his foot.
With only this one villain left, Zhang Yuanmin, Xie Chen, and Zhao Jinhui all took action against him.
Zhang Yuanmin and Xie Chen each grabbed one of his arms and twisted it backward, while Zhao Jinhui raised his leg and used his knee to push him in the back.
Zhao Jinhui's thighs were as thick as the robber's waist. The robber let out a scream as Zhao Jinhui pinned him to the ground.
With the three of them subduing the robbers, Zhao Jun was free to go and look for Xing San, but Xing San was nowhere to be found on the road.
Zhao Jun hurriedly looked around and saw Xing San rushing into the ground with a knife, seemingly to chase after the bandits.
But the old man is seventy years old after all. Even if he is in good health, his legs are not as nimble as before. He had a hard time going down that steep slope.
"Third Uncle! Third Uncle!" Zhao Jun shouted at Xing San.
Hearing Zhao Jun shout, Zhang Yuanmin and the others realized that Xing San had chased after them.
"Uncle!" Zhang Yuanmin called out to Xing San, helping Zhao Jun, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy!"
Xing San didn't understand the saying "Don't pursue a desperate enemy." He stopped not because he didn't want to pursue, but because he couldn't catch up.
Zhao Jun went over and helped Xing San onto the road. With Zhao Jun supporting one of Xing San's arms, Xing San held a blood-dripping dagger in the other hand and walked toward the captured robber.
The captured robber was terrified and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Grandpa, spare my life!"
This guy is quite clever. When he heard Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin call him "Third Uncle," he followed suit.
But before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by Xie Chen: "How dare you call me Third Master?"
"Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, spare me!" The robber reacted quickly, hurriedly changing his address to a generation above Xing Sansheng.
"Kid, what do we do with this guy?" Xing San asked Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun glanced at the robber, went over and slapped him twice across the face, making the man's mouth bleed.
After slapping the robber twice, Zhao Jun said to him, "You're such a grown man, why don't you eat something? Are you out here robbing people to avoid getting killed?"
"I was just joining in the fun, how could I dare to rob anyone?" With the bloodstained knife in Xing San's hand in front of him, the robber's eyes welled up with tears.
"Still denying it!" Zhao Jun slapped the robber twice more, then said, "I'm a militiaman escorting goods for the production brigade. The truck is carrying public property. You dare to rob this? Don't you all want to live?"
"I don't know, brother. I just came out to make some money." The robber looked to be in his thirties, but he was calling Zhao Jun "brother."
"Xiaochen, Jinhui," Zhao Junchong waved his hand at Xie Chen and Zhao Jinhui, saying, "Let him go."
"Huh?" Jie Chen and Zhao Jinhui were taken aback. Jie Chen quickly asked, "Brother Jun, why did you let him go?"
"Give him a chance." Zhao Jun glared at the robber and said, "Be a good person in the future, and don't come out to rob people again."
"I'm doomed, brother!" The robber said hastily upon hearing that there was a way out. "I'm doomed!"
Zhao Jun waved his hand, and Xie Chen and Zhao Jinhui released the robber.
The robber stood up shakily, his eyes darting around as he stole glances at Xing San.
"Come here," Zhao Jun called to the robbers, "come with us and push that car out."
"Big brother." The robber pointed into the grove and said, "There's a lever over there. Let's use it to pry it open, otherwise it'll be too much trouble to lift it."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun subconsciously glanced up into the woods, then turned around and kicked the robber: "Pretty, wow!"
Zhao Jun suddenly swore. Xing Sanhua raised his white eyebrows, glared at him, and stepped forward to grab the robber's collar.
The robber's legs buckled, and he knelt down, clasped his hands above his head, and shouted, "Grandpa! Grandpa! I won't pry it open with a stick anymore, can't I just push it with my hands?"
Xing San looked at Zhao Jun, only to see Zhao Jun pointing at the robber and saying, "You're actually pretty smart."
After saying that, Zhao Jun smiled. When Zhao Jun smiled, Wang Qiang, Zhang Yuanmin, Xie Chen, and Zhao Jinhui beside him also smiled.
Xing San didn't care whether Zhao Jun was breathing heavily or not; seeing that nothing was wrong, he loosened the robber's collar.
"Ah, ah..." Feeling the tightness around his neck disappear, the robber looked at Zhao Jun and the others with surprise, and then laughed heartily.
The pit where the car got stuck was dug by the skinny man and his men; they had also prepared thick sticks and planks in the grove beforehand.
Zhao Jun and his men pried the wheels out of the pit and pushed them backward. They then laid planks over the pit, and Jie Chen drove the car smoothly across before stopping.
"Are there any more pits ahead?" Zhao Jun asked. The robber shook his head vigorously, "No, it's been quite a struggle to dig this one."
Zhao Jun glared at him and said irritably, "Coming out to rob people so early in the morning, with that kind of energy, why don't you do something else?"
This was Zhao Jun's third encounter with this group of robbers; the first time was in the morning, and the second time was in the evening. This time, Zhao Jun deliberately chose the morning, thinking that these people would probably sleep in.
Who would have thought they'd be out so early in the morning? With that kind of enthusiasm, how could they not succeed? Why bother going down this path?
"This is terrible, boss." The robber kept repeating the same sentence: "This is terrible."
"Alright, live a good life from now on," Zhao Jun said. "Otherwise, you might get shot one day."
After saying that, Zhao Jun raised his hand to Wang Qiang and the others and said, "Let's go, let's get in the car."
Seeing that Zhao Jun and his group were about to leave, the robber was overjoyed. He respectfully helped Xing San into the passenger seat and said, "Grandpa, take care."
"Go to hell!" Xing San glanced at him and cursed, "Do you think I want a son of a bitch like you?"
Those who do bad things have no human rights, and the robbers didn't dare to say anything, quickly retreating to the side.
Zhao Jun and his men got into the back of the truck, and the Jiefang truck continued on its way.
As the car started, Wang Qiang, sitting in the passenger seat, praised Xing San, saying, "Brother, we owe you a lot today."
"Yeah," said Jie Chen, who was driving. "Third Uncle, you're really brave. That guy had a gun, and you still dared to charge in."
"What gun, kid?" Xing San laughed. "Didn't you see the foreign cannon he's carrying?"
"Huh?" Xie Chen was taken aback, and then heard a "smack" from the side. It turned out that Wang Qiang had slapped his thigh hard.
"Oh my god!" Wang Qiang said, "That's right, that's an old foreign cannon. He fires one shot and then rushes out, he doesn't have time to load bullets in."
“Yeah, right.” Xing San smiled, but then the smile disappeared from his face. He said, “Besides, even if he’s loaded with bullets, I’ll still take him down.”
Hearing Xing San's words, Wang Qiang recalled the scene when Xing San stepped forward to shield Zhao Jun when the robber pointed his gun at him.
"Brother, you've really done a great job with this kid," Wang Qiang said with great emotion. "Even I, as his uncle, haven't done that."
At that moment, Wang Qiang was aiming his gun at the robbers; he was only thinking about using the gun and nothing else.
Xing San smiled upon hearing this, took out the Zhonghua cigarettes that Zhao Jun had given him yesterday from his pocket, took out three cigarettes, gave one to Wang Qiang, and put one into Xie Chen's mouth.
With only one cigarette left, Xing San held it in his mouth and leaned over to borrow a match from Wang Qiang to light it.
"Hiss...uh." Xing San took a puff, exhaled the smoke, and held the cigarette in front of his eyes, saying, "This cigarette is damn good."
……
The car crossed the ridge at noon and arrived at Yongxing Brigade at 2 pm.
At this time, Zhao Jun was driving. He drove to the brigade headquarters and placed a large order with Yu Xuewen.
"Secretary Yu, this year, all the chicks, ducklings, goslings, and lambs born to the sows that our brigade has collected, except for the ones you keep for yourselves, sell the rest to me."
Yu Xuewen looked at Zhao Jun in surprise and asked, "Zhao Jun, what are you doing? In our brigade, every family is catching chicks and stuff in the spring."
Every year, besides the chickens raised by the team and individual households, there's still quite a bit left over, isn't there? The chicks alone cost over a thousand yuan. If I sold them all to you, how would you raise them?"
If Zhao Jun hadn't explained things clearly, Yu Xuewen would have thought he was going to start a production team.
“Secretary Yu, my mother became the village head, didn’t she?” As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Yu Xuewen’s expression turned somewhat strange.
At this point, Zhao Jun continued, "The men in that village have all gone to work loading trucks for Uncle Zhao, leaving a bunch of old people, children, and women at home. I was thinking of finding them some work to do, so they can earn as much as they can."
Xishantun was originally poor, but every year the people hatched poultry, which is what the locals call "mo".
Last year, foxes first entered the village, and then the Zhao family held feasts every day and purchased chickens, ducks and geese from Xishantun several times, which resulted in Xishantun having very few breeding poultry left.
Zhao Jun wanted to buy some poultry chicks and piglets from Yongxing. He would have the people of Xishantun raise the poultry chicks, and then he would collect them himself in the winter. After collecting them, he would take them to the city and sell them in his supermarket.
As for the piglets, they were released up in the mountains and raised together with the little flower stalks.
“You mean well,” Yu Xuewen said. “But what will they do with all that? They’re so old. Will they be willing to eat it all themselves? Even if you can afford it, you can’t eat it all.”
After saying that, Yu Xuewen added, "Your forest farm doesn't need that much, does it?"
“Secretary Yu,” Zhao Jun smiled and said, “My Uncle Zhao and I will open a business in the city and sell chickens, ducks and the like there.”
"Huh?" Yu Xuewen was taken aback and asked, "What kind of business do you run? You sell these things?"
"It's a department store." Zhao Jun said, "Secretary Yu, let's see how business is going when winter comes. If it's good, I'll take all your pigs and chickens."
"You..." Upon hearing this, Yu Xuewen gave Zhao Jun a deep look, then nodded and said, "I know what you want those chicks and piglets for."
After saying this, Yu Xuewen paused slightly, then asked Zhao Jun, "When you take those chicks back, are you going to have the villagers raise them for you, or are you going to sell them to them?"
“They’re all the same,” Zhao Jun said, but Yu Xuewen shook his head and said, “That’s not the same at all. They’re not a production team after all. If you let them raise your animals, you’re afraid they won’t take care of them. If they die, can you expect them to pay you back?”
The "bao" that Yu Xuewen mentioned means compensation.
Zhao Jun agreed. Xishan Village wasn't like a production team, where work points were awarded for good performance and deducted for poor results. But no matter what, he couldn't possibly fine the people of Xishan Village.
At this moment, Yu Xuewen continued to instruct Zhao Jun, saying, "Listen to me, just sell those chicks to them cheaply, and then tell them that you will come to collect them in the winter. They will definitely feed them well, just like they would their own livestock."
"Okay, Secretary Yu, I'll listen to you." Zhao Jun replied with a smile, and then said to Yu Xuewen, "When the autumn harvest comes, all the old men and women in our brigade, when you're picking hazelnuts, pine nuts, mushrooms, wood ear fungus and the like, please save them for me, I'll take them too."
"Wow!" Yu Xuewen exclaimed in surprise, "You're doing pretty big business!"
Zhao Jun laughed and said, "Those things can all be stored, as long as they are all sold before the New Year."
After Zhao Jun finished speaking, he got up to say goodbye to Yu Xuewen. Yu Xuewen knew that he was in a hurry to go home, so he did not ask them to stay for dinner.
After leaving Yongxing Brigade, Zhao Jun boarded a vehicle and headed home.
Just after six o'clock in the evening, the Jiefang truck stopped at the entrance of the Zhao family compound.
Hearing the dogs barking in the backyard and seeing car lights outside the window, Li Baoyu jumped up and ran outside.
Li Ruhai followed closely behind, followed by Wang Meilan, Jin Xiaomei, and others.
Zhao Youcai stood by the window. Due to the distance and the late hour, he could not see anyone and could only gaze at the large lantern in the distance.
A group of people entered the house chatting and laughing, and then Zhao Youcai said, "Are you hungry? Wash your face, and then we'll eat."
After several days of travel, Zhao Jun and the others put down their things, took off their coats and went to wash their faces, while Wang Meilan and the other women hurriedly served the dishes.
Xing San was the oldest, so he went to the pool first, washed his face, and then it was Wang Qiang's turn.
Xing San had just dried his face with a towel when he heard Zhao Youcai call out to him, "Brother, come on, let's sit down at the table."
Xing San went over and sat down next to Zhao Youcai as usual.
Just then, Zhao Youcai picked up the Shilin cigarette box that was on the table, but Xing San stopped him with his hand.
"Huh?" Zhao Youcai was taken aback, then heard Xing San say, "Second brother, take this one from me, mine is better."
"What?" Zhao Youcai looked at Xing San in surprise. Was there anyone in the entire forest area who smoked cigarettes of a higher grade than him?
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Youcai saw Xing San take out half a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket.
(End of this chapter)