"Where has the fourth brother gone? Why didn't you see him?"

As soon as Jiang Xia finished packing, he was invited by the old servant of the Sun family to discuss with Lord Sun. After leaving the Huang family's house, he turned his head and asked Su, who had a bag behind him.

The silent young man made his hair deliberately, and then he lowered his head and curled his lips without answering.

Jiang Xia asked others in the chip communication again that in the past, the fourth brother always approached him without any trouble and said some irrelevant flattery.

How did you change your temper today?

As a result, after asking questions, I realized that the fourth brother had lost his luck in love and was "tortured" by the female warrior Julie.

After learning the news, Jiang Xia suddenly felt happy, with a gloating pleasure. The fourth brother probably didn't know that these wasteland people were abnormal.

Not only did the female warrior live a corruption-like lifestyle, but also had a strange XP.

With this strange pleasure of watching people unlucky, Jiang Xia and Su soon arrived at Lord Sun's courtyard, which was still on the edge of Fengshan Street, and looked inconspicuous.

But in these days, the interior of the house has changed a lot.

There is no more feeling of poverty.

After the thrilling Lord Sun, the yard has become more elegant.

Especially some antique books collected from several officials were placed in the room, which looked more like the place where the hermits lived, and the large jar of pickled vegetables was also thrown away to prevent the taste from dissipating and affecting the majesty.

Some people outside the yard were standing guard, looking at each of them without squinting, and exuding a courageous spirit.

Jiang Xia and Su looked at each other and asked in the chip communication:

"This is probably the elite of this world. How many can you fight without guns?"

“At least ten.”

Solar looked at the soldiers and replied in a short time:

"The prosthetic body has the advantage of crushing flesh and blood in hand-to-hand combat."

"Too."

Jiang Xia nodded, feeling that she had asked a stupid question.

These wasteland warriors each have a prosthetic body, not afraid of swords, have sharp perceptions, excellent reactions, and have combat system assistance. Letting them fight these soldiers is completely unethical.

The moment the two walked into the yard, Jiang Xia asked again in the communication:

"Since Malte came here, he has been replicating gunpowder weapons. I haven't asked about it these days. How many are there now?"

"The classic Enfield carbine was made of 200 classic Enfield carbines, made of alloy materials. Later, you said you should control the cost, so you made 300 foreign trade P-14 rifles, made of iron materials after local ore smelting.

The automatic weapons we use are not counted, they are all finished with machine tools.”

Su replied in his signature, straightforward tone:

"Malte said that the quality of local iron is OK, but making that kind of inferior weapon is simply an insult to his technology, and he is reluctant to do it."

Malte is the weapon craftsman of the Black Hand Association. He has always been responsible for taking blueprints from the database and replicating outdated gunpowder weapons.

This made Jiang Xia curl his lips and said:

"You don't have a big skill and have a bad temper. If you want to revive the Black Hand Club, you need a lot of resources. Don't underestimate the fire sticks you see. You have to rely on them to make money in the future.

The carbine cannot be given now, so he asked him to put it away and use Lao Li P-14 to make up the scene first.

Forget it, I'll talk to him in a few days."

After saying that, Jiang Xia tidied up her clothes and took Su, under the gaze of the elite soldiers, strode into the house hall. Lord Sun was chatting with Butler Hong.

The two seemed to be talking about some things about the saint's learning.

When you learn from the scriptures and use allusions, it is not pleasant to say.

This is a communication between high-level intellectuals.

Jiang Xia, a fake scholar, couldn't understand. Jiang Shusheng's memory was read many times, but he did not draw on these knowledge from it.

"Zi Heng is here."

When Lord Sun saw Jiang Xia coming, he stopped the topic, stood up, and introduced to Butler Hong:

"Brother Maolin, this is Jiangxia and Jiang Ziheng, whose official is the Great Wall. He is also a scholar in Huai'an Prefecture. He was killed by Ruyifang and almost lost his life.

After returning, he fought with Ruyifang. He was skilled in archery and horses, and had brave brothers. He was a good country talent."

After saying that, he introduced to Jiang Xia again:

"Zi Heng, this is the steward of the prefect Hong's personal steward. Hong Sen, whose name is Maolin, is the confidant of the prefect. This time he came to Fengshan to help us."

"Um."

Jiang Xia nodded, and he looked at Butler Hong, who also looked at him.

This man is thirty-four years old and has no particular appearance. He is the kind of passerby who is not found if thrown into the crowd. He has a soft smile on his face and looks very close.

His eyes were bright and he had a little scrutiny, but he could not be sent to the prefect as his confidant.

Jiang Xia thought about it and asked bluntly:

"Mr. Hun Sen, can you make a decision on behalf of Prefect Hong?"

"Can."

Butler Hong put down the teacup, picked up the folding fan at hand, nodded and said:

"When I came, the master gave me the right to make decisions, but it was not invisible to me. My master was quite surprised when he heard about what happened in Fengshan, especially after receiving the letter, he also sighed.

The master and I are both very curious about what Jiang Zhuangshi said, what is the big business as big as Ruyifang Jiye?

And you also boasted about Haikou in your letter, saying that you have the means to stabilize the country and make a contribution to the court..."

"Not offering."

Jiang Xia shook his head and interrupted Butler Hong's words. He corrected:

“It’s all business.”

Butler Hong was a little dissatisfied with this.

This man is crazy.

Although Fengming Kingdom is now ineffective.

But it is also a serious official. You, a scholar who failed, is now a king. When facing the envoy of the prefect of a county, are you so boring?

Jiang Xia didn't care, said:

"What I want to sell to Prefect Hong is the weapon, which is good, excellent, and fair, and is indeed a country's most important weapon, and it is not an exaggeration at all."

He said arrogant words and snapped his fingers backwards.

Su took off the bag behind him, placed it on the table, and unzipped it.

Two guns, one long and one short, were exposed, but they were obviously different from those used by wasteland soldiers, and were not automatic weapons.

The spear is well-made, more than one meter long.

But in addition to the barrel, fire door, and magazine, the gun body is made of wooden and is painted with a classic rust color paint, and there is a box next to it.

Put bullets and matched bayonets.

Its appearance is a completely replica of the famous Lee Enfield P-14 rifle, and it is definitely a world famous gun, which is older and has a level of battle.

As for the short gun.

It looks very similar to Jiang Xia's large-diameter revolver.

But both the caliber and the ammunition used are far inferior to that of Jiangxia. This is a revolver from the cowboy era and is also considered a famous gun.

Its model is Colt M1873.

There is also a very awesome nickname called "Peacemaker".

This thing is called "foreign trade money" in Jiangxia's mouth.

The performance of guns and bullets is less than that of the guys they use now, not to mention four generations of generations, let alone energy weapons that have developed into scale in wasteland.

No wonder the craftsman Galter said that making such a thing is an insult to his own technique.

In the eyes of veterans who have experienced the Wasteland War, such backward firearms are indeed no different from fire sticks.

"I have never seen this weapon."

Butler Hong reached out to touch the smooth body of the spear and asked in surprise:

“How should it be used?”

Jiang Xia picked up the spear, skillfully took off the magazine, opened the bullet box, and pressed the five pointed bullets into the gun body in the form of magazines in front of Butler Hong and Lord Sun.

There is also an iconic, crisp clang sound.

He pulled the bolt and sent the bullet into the chamber, but did not shoot immediately. Instead, he looked out and said to Butler Hong:

"When I came over, I saw the elite soldiers outside the gate. I thought they should be elite soldiers under the command of Prefect Hong. I think they are also good at riding and shooting. Why not compare?

It also allows Mr. Hong to better see the power of my weapon."
To be continued...