"Hiss Wang, why didn't you see that hero?" Ma Gan added fire to the fire and asked carefully.

"He has something else and is not with me for the time being." Wu Ming replied lightly, taking out the dry food and cured meat from the package, "Bak these and eat something for everyone!"

"Xia Wang is really a master of art and courage. He is in chaos and dares to go out alone." Dong Biao nodded in admiration.

Wu Ming smiled slightly, "If you don't show your true person, you won't show your true person. I think Uncle Dong is not an ordinary person either!"

"Haha, if you don't talk about your muscles and bones, you can't compare with young people!" Dong Biao touched his beard generously, "Now you can only make a living by relying on your skills."

"I don't know what Uncle Dong is in, but I think he looks like a wandering peddler." Wu Ming pointed to the burden and wooden box and asked.

"Absolutely, what others sell is goods, but what I sell is craftsmanship." Dong Biao replied with a smile.

Private traveling to repair guns and gun vendors: This is a special industry, like a doctor who walks around. There are many in Hebei, Henan, and Sichuan in history. From one person to several people, they build guns for local powerful households, small armies or bandits. According to the customer's intention, they live in one place for ten days and a half months and are made by hand. The quality varies from person to person, and they are generally imprinted with all the marks of the original factory, which is vivid. Of course, some are printed in vain, and it may not be the original gun, but the master taught it to spread rumors. Many of these guns are not useful, and they can be used for a few shots, but if they are too many, there will be problems. Many of them have very rough surface treatments, and you can tell at a glance that they are made by hand. Many of these gun vendors were absorbed by the CCP during the War of Resistance Against Japan and became military personnel of the CCP.

"Isn't that a few days ago, I just built several Hanyang buildings for Huangjiabao 30 miles away. I didn't expect to meet Wang Daxia here. I really have a fate!" Dong Biao said with a smile.

"So that's how it is." Wu Ming nodded suddenly and realized, and his heart couldn't help but move. I wonder if he had this skill.

"Uncle Dong, I have a little work here. I wonder if you can repair it." Wu Ming handed Dong Biao the Type 97 sniper rifle on his body.

"Three-Eight Big Cover?" Dong Biao took it and looked at it carefully, "Oh, I still carry a telescope. I wonder what's wrong with this gun?"

"There is no problem." Wu Ming took out the scope of the FN30-11 sniper rifle again. "It's just that the scope on the gun is not very good. I want to install this on the gun."

"Good thing!" Dong Biao looked at the new scope in his hand, praised it endlessly, and carefully compared it with the gun in his hand for a long time, then looked up and said, "Give me an hour to keep it to satisfy you."

"Okay." Wu Ming was overjoyed, "Then I'll trouble Uncle Dong, I'll give it to you later..."

"Not to mention this, just because you have saved Ma Gan, I won't accept any of this job." Dong Biao waved his hand and interrupted Wu Ming, "Ma Gan, take my box over, Da Cui, go outside to pick up some firewood."

As soon as the box was opened, Wu Ming was surprised. Although there were no large-scale special tools such as drills and visors, these local guys had quite a lot of functions. Even if they did not meet very precise standards, there should be no problem with elephant screws, drilling holes, etc., but it would only take more time and effort.

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"Okay, I finally didn't lose this old face." Dong Biao let out a long sigh and handed the gun to Wu Ming.

The 38-large cover was paired with a high-power scope with night vision, which was more than doubled. Wu Ming took it happily, checked it carefully, then glanced into the distance, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Uncle Dong's craftsmanship is really nothing to say." Wu Ming gave Dong Biao a thumbs up.

"Haha, I've been awarded too much, I've been awarded too much." Dong Biao smiled proudly, touching his beard.

"However, it may be difficult for you to rely on this craft to live in this troubled world!" Wu Ming shook his head gently, "Now the Japanese devils are rampant. If they are caught by them one day, it will be over."

"Yes!" Dong Biao lowered his head sadly, "I thought about making more money for these two children and then going to the Kuomintang-controlled area, but I don't know if I can get what I want!"

Wu Ming untied the package of money from his waist, poured out half of the ocean with a "slam", and took out two small gold bars from his arms, "Take this money and go to the Kuomintang-controlled area. There are no Japanese there, and no matter how you say life is much more stable than here."

"How can this work?" Dong Biao looked at the white ocean in front of him and waved his hand to refuse.

"What's wrong?" Wu Ming said with a smile: "These are all ill-gotten gains from the bandit's nest. Can they use them to help some people in need? Isn't it the right thing to pay?"

"Besides, I still have another condition?" Wu Ming pointed to the wooden box and the burden and said, "I want these tools, but I wonder if Uncle Dong is willing to sell them to me?"

"Hiss Wang is comforting me!" Dong Biao laughed, "How much these things can be worth, you can give them to you."

"Then let's just say that, fair trade, no deception, you can't go back on your word." Wu Ming stretched out his hand and said, "First-high.

"Okay, Wang Dashi is so heroic. If I, Dong Biao, refuse again, it will be pretentious." Dong Biao stretched out his big hand and slapped Wu Ming loudly, and both sides laughed.

"Hiss Wang, why are you taking these things?" Ma Gan interrupted.

"First find a place to hide it, I'll come and pick it up in a few days." Wu Ming was not in a hurry at all.

"Okay, there is a cemetery not far away, so it's not difficult to find a cemetery hole to hide it." Dong Biao nodded.

"Uncle Dong is very familiar with this nearby!" Wu Ming said.

"I have walked so many times, although I can't catch up with the local people, I'm almost certain." Dong Biao said proudly.

"Then are there any hidden secrets nearby that can hide people, such as valleys, caves, etc.?" Wu Ming asked thoughtfully.

"Is this kind of place?" Dong Biao thought for a moment, "There is one, but..."

"It's just something?" Wu Ming asked in confusion as he looked at Dong Biao's desire to speak.

"Okay, I'll start talking about it." Dong Biao took a sip of water and began to slowly tell the reason.

There was a cave that was built along the steep mountain in the valley just ten miles away. I don’t know which dynasty or the other, nor did I know the purpose of the cave at that time. In the seven or eight years ago, a few people from the south spent a long time in the cave and determined that it was a silver mine. So I went through the mining procedures and hired some locals to mine here. Every day, the rumbling sound of electric mills rang throughout the valley, which was very lively. Later, these people saw that the mine was almost complete, and the Japanese devils pressed step by step in North China. The world was not peaceful, so they packed up and returned to the south. The cave was abandoned. Few locals entered the cave.

"But I heard from the locals that two years ago, a flower-haired god ape appeared near the cave. It was wrapped in rag strips and ran like flying, eating wild animals. It was also good at throwing stones, both accurate and far, and many villagers who chopped wood were injured by it." Dong Biao said this, as if he was deliberately trying to strengthen the atmosphere and paused.

Wu Ming didn't feel anything, but Ma Gan and Dong Dacui tightened their bodies and leaned together intentionally or unintentionally.

"Later, no one dared to get close to the cave, and the villagers chopped wood and went around to other places. The old people said that it was a fairy ape that had attained enlightenment. If anyone dared to get close to its home, they would be retaliated. On the 1st and 15th day of the lunar month, during the festival, the villagers would prepare some offerings to worship." Dong Biao finally finished telling this horror story.

Wu Ming nodded slightly, but he didn't agree. Things like gods, ghosts, foxes and immortals are just spread by rumors, and are becoming more and more magical by ignorant people, and they are just scaring themselves.

"Uncle Dong, tell me the approximate location of that cave. I want to go and see it." Wu Ming said.

"Hiss Wang, aren't you afraid of that flower-haired divine ape?" Ma Gan asked with a close look towards the fire.
Chapter completed!