Qian Duogui, who was on the side, was about to answer the conversation, but Li Qinglin hurriedly took Mr. Liu's words and said, "Duogui, it seems that your copper smith is good at craftsmanship. Now you are a mountain drumbeat. You have any good tin and bronzes in your hand? One day, you will ask Mr. Liu to pick him up. Don't be too rude. The price will be collected as the cheapest!"

Although he is not good at money, his legs and feet are not good, he is very active. He smiled and said, "My little bit of ragged skills can still be favored by the teacher, which means that my student who has been studying for a day is now very promising. One day I bring some good copper and tin ware. If you like it, you can just take it casually. Why don't you talk about money or not?"

When Mr. Liu saw that they were both concerned about him, he smiled and did not make it clear.

After lunch in a hurry, Mr. Liu said goodbye and left. Li Qinglin and Qian Duogui were still early in the afternoon, so they walked slowly on the street to kill time.

There were a lot of dishes at noon and it was very good. The money was expensive and I was very full today. He burped and asked Li Qinglin: "Mr. Liu clearly wanted to buy a gun just now, but why did you distract the topic? We can make more money by selling one more gun. How can you not get along with the money?"

Li Qinglin sneered: "I think you are an old birthday boy and hang yourself - I think you live too long! Who is Mr. Liu? Are you familiar with me? We are a business of making guns. Who would ask for guns? What I want to buy is nothing more than people who want to defend themselves or do bad things. If Mr. Liu is a bandit, maybe they will rob people and guns. Do you still want to collect money? Let's just keep your life first!"

Then he said to Qian Duogui seriously: "If your master wants it, you can send it. After all, he has a store to sell it, which separates us from the gun buyer. In the case where we cannot be absolutely safe, even if people use money to buy it, we cannot sell it. No matter how good the money in the world is, it is better but our lives are not."

Qian Duogui nodded and said, "Qinglin, you lost it, you just distorted it, otherwise I would really sell it. From now on, we will only send it to my master. No matter how much money others have, we won't care about it. Just like you said, it's important to save our lives first."

The two of them walked and talked, and walked to the West Street Grain Market. The largest number of people in this grain market were retail investors selling grain, while the largest business was only those rich and rich families. They built large warehouses and mills here, which could not only purchase grain or process grain.

Supporting this grain market is Li Wancai of Dalizhuang. He has several manors, with more than 500 acres of good land and more than 600 acres of forest in Dalizhuang alone. Every year, his family produces the most grain and collects the most grain from retail investors, so his family's warehouse is the largest.

The new wheat is about to be harvested, and Li Wancai is busy transporting the old grain from the warehouses in each village to the town to make room for the new wheat. When Li Qinglin and Qian Duogui walked here, it was the busiest time for grain transportation. Li's carriages transported grain one by one to the warehouse.

The vehicles were originally moving one after another in an orderly manner, but something happened at this moment. A large rubber wheel truck full of grain suddenly slid backwards and was about to hit the mule and horse behind.

At this time, the main mule and horse vehicles transported were wooden trucks. In 1932, Zhang Bingyu, the shopkeeper of Xi'an Yuxing Iron Factory, successfully manufactured the rubber wheel truck "skin wheels". Later, the brake system was improved by the Shaanxi Provincial Construction Department and put it into the market. The rubber wheel truck entered Shaanxi, Gansu and Henan provinces.

The rubber wheel truck uses inflatable rubber tires and steel bearings. The bearings are lubricated with butter. A strong mule can pull 2,000 kilograms of goods, while the wooden wheel truck can only pull 1,000 kilograms of goods, and there is also a parking car on the way to refuel the axles. Therefore, Li Wancai just spent money to buy a rubber wheel truck this year.

This rubber wheel cart is expensive, so Li Wancai naturally attaches great importance to it. He assigned Li Wanneng, the most experienced old worker in his family to drive the car. Li Wanneng has kept mules and horses in Li Wancai's family for a lifetime and has driven big cars for a lifetime. He is said to have the richest experience, but it was the most experienced person who drove the car.

The old-fashioned wooden wheel truck has no brakes. When you need to stop, the big truck shouts with a handle, and the livestock pulling the truck will stop and press back against the shaft. The axle of the wooden wheel truck has a large friction force, and the load is only about one thousand kilograms. The inertia of moving forward is small, so it can stop in time.

The cart in front of Li Wanneng happened to stop, and he quickly shouted to stop the car. The movements of the livestock were a habitual movement formed by long-term training, and they could not be corrected for a while. They thought that the cart was still a wooden wheel, so they pushed it back with force. Now it was pulling a rubber wheel cart, carrying two thousand kilograms of grain, and the steel axle had little friction, so the cart fell backwards.

The rubber wheel truck originally had a brake system, and the correct way to park should be to stop the livestock while braking. But Li Wanneng, the old handheld, didn't expect to use the brakes. The big truck walked backwards and was still thinking: "It's a weird thing today, why can't this car stop?"

There are many trucks transporting grain, and the distance is very close. The parking place is just a small uphill. At the moment when Li Wanneng was thinking about it, the truck full of grain retreated faster and faster, and was about to hit the mule behind. The mule behind realized the danger, and his mane stood up, and he was about to be shocked when he saw it.

Li Qinglin, who was walking next to him, immediately pushed Qian Duogui forward and shouted, "Pick the mule!" He jumped to the handlebar and pulled the handbrake hard. He heard the rubber wheels rubbing, and the car stopped.

Li Wanneng jumped out of the car and saw that his frame was less than half a foot away from the mule behind. This mule was dozens of oceans. If it was really damaged, what would he, a long-time worker, pay for compensation? Li Wanneng was so scared that he couldn't stand steadily, and his face was as white as a piece of paper.

When he calmed down, he saw his boss Li Wancai at the entrance of the warehouse. Li Wancai looked angry and was very angry when he saw the boss. Li Wanneng regretted it. The scene just now must have been seen by the boss. None of the rich men were ruthless. If they really hit the mule behind today, they would not know what to do when they returned.

Although the car stopped, Li Wanneng was reluctant to make the handlebar type of rubber wheel truck. Even the old hand-held Li Wanneng could not catch the rubber wheel truck, and no one dared to get on the other handlebar type. The cart was parked there, and all the grain trucks were stuck in the road.

The wheat harvest is coming, and the food must be transported. Li Wancai walked to Li Qinglin and bowed: "This guy, I'm here to help you in the critical moment. Thank you!"

Li Qinglin also bowed and replied: "It's just a simple task, and it's not a question of whether to thank you."

Li Wancai continued: "I have another unhappy request. I would like to ask this guy to drive this truck of food into the yard. I wonder if the guy is willing to take action?"

Li Qinglin, in his previous life, went to his northern classmates' homes for a while during the summer vacation of college, so he was very familiar with the rubber wheel cart. So Li Qinglin smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? I'll just drive it away!"

Li Qinglin took the whip rod from Li Wanneng's hand, and after a "huh, drive", the rubber wheel truck stopped steadily in the yard of Li Wancai's warehouse. Li Wancai watched Li Qinglin's movements rushing the car, smiling all over his face.

The exam time is approaching. Li Qinglin and Qian Duogui bid farewell to Li Wancai and hurried to the Confucius Temple Primary School.
Chapter completed!