sbdcsierra Chapter 1345 Air Gun Rental Business
Chapter 1345 Air Gun Rental Business
Chapter 1345 Air Gun Rental Business
"Trouble?" Zhao Jun was stunned when he heard that. He thought to himself, your village will get one or two thousand yuan from me today, so what trouble can you have?
But Zhao Jun frowned and asked, "What's the matter, Uncle Zhang? Did those forest rangers bully you again?"
"No." Zhang Xinglong shook his head and said, "What happened? The day before yesterday, when you left our village, these young and old men went to the old mass grave. Many of these fox skins were plucked that afternoon."
This was normal, as the foxes in the desolate land of Xishan had lived in peace with the people of Xishan Village for many years. The people of Xishan Village suddenly attacked the foxes and caught them off guard, so the number of foxes attacked on the first day was the highest.
But as time goes on, the remaining foxes become more cunning and harder to fall into people's traps.
"The fox entered the village the night before yesterday and made trouble in every house." Zhang Xinglong continued, "It made trouble all night the day before yesterday and all night yesterday. We didn't suffer any losses while keeping watch, but we couldn't stand it anymore."
Hearing Zhang Xinglong's words, Zhao Jun frowned and asked, "How many foxes are there under the foot of the West Mountain?"
"There's nothing under that land, but there are still a hundred or eighty foxes in the woods on both sides." Zhang Xinglong said so. Zhao Jun was surprised and asked, "How can there be so many foxes?"
"That's not great." Zhang Xinglong said, "That birch forest is so big. It's connected to our village on one end and to the wilderness on the other. It's more than 20 miles long."
"There are also poplar forests." Tong Youfeng didn't want Zhang Xinglong to be the only one to steal the show, so he quickly interrupted Zhao Jun and said, "The poplar forest is about ten miles from the north end of Yongli."
"Then you can continue to fight." Zhao Jun laughed and said, "After the fight, you can take the skins and exchange them for money. How great is that?"
"No." Tong Youfeng said with a bitter face, "We can't hit them now. The remaining foxes are more cunning than each other. We can catch their shadows but can't hit them."
After hearing what Tong Youfeng said, Zhao Jun looked at him and asked, "Master Tong, what do you mean?"
From the time Zhang Xinglong mentioned that their village was in trouble until now, Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng did not seem to have rehearsed it, but they had definitely discussed it beforehand.
"Those..." Tong Youfeng seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said: "We want to borrow two dogs from you..."
"That won't work." Zhao Jun interrupted Tong Youfeng before he could finish his words and said, "Master Tong, my dog is shy. It's useless for you to take him there. He won't work for you even if you take him there."
Regardless of whether what Zhao Jun said was true or false, it would be too much for the people of Xishantun to ask for a dog again.
"Oh, oh my." Tong Youfeng tried to ease the embarrassment and said, "This is going to be difficult."
"Hey?" At this time, Zhao Jun suddenly asked Tong Youfeng: "Master Tong, you can catch the shadow, but can you shoot with a gun?"
"Huh?" Tong Youfeng was stunned, and said to Zhao Jun in confusion: "You are better at shooting than us. My No. 32 and Guangquan's No. 16 are not good enough. The lead bean will make a big hole when it is shot, and the gun sand can't kill the fox."
After listening to Tong Youfeng, Zhao Jun raised his hand to signal Tong Youfeng to move aside. Then he pointed under the table where the fox fur was placed and said, "Master Tong, lend a hand. You and Master Wu, help me get the box over here."
Tong Youfeng and Wu Dalin responded at the same time, and they carried the box to Zhao Jun's side.
Zhao Jun opened the lid of the box, took out an air gun, and handed it to Tong Youfeng, saying, "Master Tong, what do you think of this gun?"
There is no man who doesn't love guns, and hooligans are no exception. At this time, some people in the warehouse focused their attention on the high-pressure air gun that Tong Youfeng took over, while others focused their attention on the pine wood box with the lid opened.
Zhao Jun bought a total of 500 high-pressure air guns, packing 25 guns in a box, for a total of 20 boxes.
The boxes were stacked under the south window and covered with tarpaulin, so no one could see what was inside.
Zhao Jun had used the high-pressure air gun inside this box when he went up the mountain with Wang Qiang, Jie Chen and Xing San to hunt squirrels.
"High-pressure." Tong Youfeng is the richest man in Xishantun. Although his family does not have an air gun, he has seen others using one when he went up the mountain.
The batch of air guns made by the Confidential Factory for Zhao Jun were all imitations of the old Shanghai Gongzi.
This type of airgun has a low pressure when the barrel is bent. However, a high pressure airgun has a force arm under the barrel, which is applied when the force is bent.
High-pressure air guns are far superior to low-pressure air guns in terms of range and power.
Tong Youfeng didn't think that Zhao Jun wanted to sell them the air guns, but the fact that Zhao Jun took out the air guns at this time must be related to the fox.
So Tong Youfeng said, "Master Zhao, this gun is for shooting foxes..."
Tong Youfeng paused halfway through his words, then tilted his head to look at the gun barrel and said, "It's hard to say."
This gun is fine for shooting squirrels, rabbits, and sand chickens, but it may not be the same for shooting foxes.
There is a possibility that the fox will be killed if hit properly, and there is a possibility that the fox will not die even if it is hit.
Zhao Jun raised his hand, took the air gun back from Tong Youfeng, then placed it across his legs and removed the wooden buttstock.
This gun has a very simple structure. It doesn't even have a safety and doesn't have many parts.
Zhao Jun squeezed out the spring inside and said to Tong Youfeng, "How about adding two forces to this spring?"
"That would be better." Tong Youfeng agreed with Zhao Jun, but then he smiled bitterly and said, "But... we can't afford it."
"If we can't afford it, then we won't buy it." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "How about we rent it?"
"Rent? How do I rent?" Tong Youfeng was startled. All the hooligans' eyes fell on Zhao Jun at the same time, and then they heard Zhao Jun say, "I don't want rent, it's just like I'm lending it to you.
But I'll be a villain first and a gentleman later. I don't know any of you. Whoever wants to use this gun will give me a deposit of 70 yuan. I'll come to our village on Sunday, and you will give me the gun, and I'll return the 70 yuan to you."
After Zhao Jun finished speaking, everyone fell silent. These families were in financial difficulty, so it was fine if money was not involved. But once money was involved, they became very careful and cautious.
Seeing that no one spoke, Zhao Jun assembled the gun in a few seconds and then placed it on the pine box.
Then, Zhao Jun looked through the fox skins that Tong Youfeng brought, and while checking them, he said, "All my guns are new. I'm not selling them to you, I'm just giving them to you to use. I got the skins, so you sell them to me, that's all."
Everyone was silent, but Tong Youfeng squatted down and took the air gun again, and said to Zhao Jun tentatively: "Master Zhao, the supply and marketing cooperative sells this gun for eighty or ninety yuan now, right?"
"Then I don't care." Zhao Jun pulled out a piece of white fox skin and said indifferently: "Now I'm not selling guns, and I don't care how much it costs. Whoever can use it and trust me can take one.
Today is Thursday, and after Friday and Saturday, I will give you three days. During these three days, I don’t care what you do. If you like to fight foxes, then fight foxes; if you like to fight gray skins, then fight gray skins.”
As soon as Zhao Jun uttered the last sentence, the hooligans went into an uproar.
Gray skin!
The prices of all kinds of furs have increased this year. A piece of gray fur costs forty-two or forty-three yuan, which is almost half a year's income for their family.
"Master Zhao," Wu Dalin asked Zhao Jun anxiously, "Can we use your gun to shoot the gray-skinned people?"
"Okay." Zhao Jun said, "You guys take this gun and use it. Do you want me to watch you?"
At this point, Zhao Jun smiled and continued, "I will buy your products even if they are made of gray leather. I will give you the same price as the supply and marketing cooperative down the mountain."
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, everyone started whispering and talking again.
At this time, a voice came into Zhao Jun's ears: "How can he make money if he charges the same price as the supply and marketing cooperative?"
"How to make money is my business." Zhao Jun said this, and then Zhang Xinglong said to Zhao Jun: "Xiao, you keep watching the leather, let's go out and discuss it."
The Zhao army nodded in agreement, and all the hooligans left the warehouse.
At this time, Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei had already returned to the house. The dog in the yard kept barking when it saw them, so these people did not discuss in the yard.
The hooligans left the Zhao family compound and gathered together to discuss the possibility of renting air guns.
Most of these people still believed in Zhao Jun, and some even trusted Zhao Jun more than Zhang Xinglong and Tong Youfeng.
The reason is very simple, because Zhao Jun is rich and is a small leader in the forest farm.
The most important thing is that Zhao Jun kept his word. He not only helped them deal with the forest rangers, but also bought their fox skins for money.
Not only that, Zhao Jun also painted a big pie for them. Using an air gun to shoot the gray skin was something that the hooligans had never dared to think about before.
Now you don’t have to spend money to buy a gun, you can rent one for three days and the deposit will be refunded.
Before, they might have worried about the 70 yuan deposit, but now they have money.
Each sack was filled with fox skins from three families. Some people could not even earn 70 yuan after selling their own fox skins, but they could borrow from others.
Borrow ten or twenty dollars, use it for three days, and then pay it back after the deposit is returned.
People have a herd mentality, and a few people who originally didn't want to rent a place were persuaded by others to rent one.
Of the last sixteen representatives, thirteen rented Zhao Jun's air guns.
Eat one bite at a time and do things one thing at a time.
Zhao Jun first inspected and collected the skins, and after all the fox skins were paid for, he started the air gun rental business.
All of Zhao Jun's air guns were custom-made, with the name of the confidential factory on them. Zhao Jun was not afraid of counterfeiting, and he did not issue invoices to these people. He only told them to take the guns and get their deposit back.
The sixteen people left the Zhao family happily, holding the banner of unity and carrying air guns.
Zhao Jun escorted these people out of the yard and said to them, "I have to go to work these few days and will not be home during the day. You don't have to send the fox skins here. I will collect them on Sunday."
Everyone agreed. After Zhao Jun sent these people away, he went back to the house and called Wang Meilan and Jin Xiaomei to go to the warehouse to pack the skins.
The Zhao army rode on motorcycles and headed towards Lingnan again.
Near noon, Zhao Jun rode his motorcycle across the bridge separating the two provinces and entered Qiaotou Village.
When he arrived at Huang Gui's house on his motorcycle, Zhao Youcai had already entered Wudaogou.
Wudaogou is the general name for the five large ditches and ponds on the north side of Laoye Mountain. The closest to Laoye Mountain is the first ditch, and the second, third, fourth and fifth ditch are located to the north.
Sidaogou is also known as Huniugou, named after Zhang Da Nao Tou, a strange man from Yong'an, who became acquainted with a tiger while herding cattle here.
To the east of Hu'an Valley is Hansong Fort, Zhao Youcai's destination.
Zhao Youcai asked for directions along the way and carried a gun on his back as he passed through Beifeng Fort and Beishan Fort east of the fifth ditch.
After passing through Beishan Fort, Zhao Youcai saw a market outside the fort, and he smelled the aroma of corn porridge.
Zhao Youcai followed the smell and after walking a few steps he saw a small stall at the north end of the market.
There is a stove made from a tin barrel on the stall, with firewood burning in it. On the stove is a large stewing pot, in which is cooked corn porridge.
Zhao Youcai had been walking here since about five in the morning and was really hungry. He walked to the stall, took a look, and asked, "How are they selling?"
"Three cents a bowl, five cents for two bowls." The old lady who was watching over the stall quoted a price, and Zhao Youcai said, "I want two bowls."
After saying that, Zhao Youcai took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.
Just then someone came to return the bowl. The old lady poked the broken bowl into the basin of snow beside her, took it out, shook it, and wiped it in circles with a yellowed cloth.
There is no way. How many bowls can a normal family have these days? Weddings and funerals are all about borrowing plates, bowls, tables, chairs and benches from neighbors.
It's winter now and there's no way to fetch water to wash dishes outside, so the old lady is quite considerate in doing this.
Zhao Youcai is not picky. Few mountain hikers are particular about their food.
The old lady picked up a pair of chopsticks from the small helmet beside her, picked up a piece of pickled mustard greens with the chopstick tip and placed it at the bottom of the bowl.
Then, the old lady opened the lid of the stew pot and scooped a spoonful of corn porridge into the bowl.
Zhao Youcai took the bowl of porridge and picked up the chopsticks made of elm branches from the table next to him.
This stall has no table, only two long benches. Five people were squeezed on the two long benches, but only one of them was drinking porridge, and the other four were just resting.
Seeing Zhao Youcai coming over with the bowl, an old man with pockmarked face tapped the pipe in his hand, stood up and greeted Zhao Youcai, "Come, sit here with me."
"Oh, okay." Zhao Youcai didn't hesitate to sit on the bench and shovel the corn porridge into his mouth.
When Zhao Youcai first ate the porridge, he felt that his teeth were uncomfortable. But hasn't Zhao Baotou been looking for trouble all year?
Just as Zhao Youcai was slurping his porridge, the old man with the pockmarked face was staring at the semi-automatic rifle behind him.
Guns are not banned these days, but someone who can run around with a semi-automatic gun on his back is definitely not an ordinary person.
Zhao Youcai quickly finished two bowls of rice porridge. He took out a Shilin cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
At this time, Zhao Youcai discovered that the old man with the pockmarked face was looking at him.
"Man, shall I give you one?" Zhao Youcai was not stingy because he was not asked to spend any money.
"No." The pockmarked old man shook his head, raised the pipe in his hand, and said, "I'll smoke this, it's stronger."
Zhao Youcai smiled when he heard this and nodded slightly to show his agreement with the old man.
"Uncle." Zhao Youcai pinched his cigarette with one hand and pointed to the south with the other, asking the pockmarked old man, "If we follow this path, can we reach Hansong Fortress?"
The pockmarked old man was startled, and instead of answering, he asked, "What are you doing at Hansong Fortress?"
"They asked me to come and fight the tiger." Hearing Zhao Youcai's answer, the old man with the pockmarked face's eyes lit up and asked hurriedly, "From your accent, you seem to be from Lingxi. What's your last name?"
"My surname is Zhao..." Zhao Youcai said his surname and was about to sign up, but he heard the pockmarked old man ask, "Subduing the Tiger General?"
"Hmm?" Zhao Youcai frowned, thinking, is my kid so famous? Even the old men in Lingnan know him?
But before Zhao Youcai could say anything, he heard a surprised voice: "Erdong! Why are you here?"
I promised everyone that the chapter would be finished very late, so brothers should go to bed and read it tomorrow morning.
(End of this chapter)