Zhang Shixun went back and forth and bowed three times before the performance ended.

Ding Dusai was almost going crazy with joy. She held Zhang Shixun's hand and kept calling him "Master" and "Master". If Ding's father hadn't forcibly pulled her away, she might have continued to hold on.

Father Ding put his hands on his hips and glared at Zhang Shixun, "Boy! Don't hold my Saisai's hand."

Zhang Shixun said, "Uncle Ding...you don't want me to hold your hand, do you?"

"Bah!" Father Ding glared at him.

Zhang Shixun also glared at him and refused to give in.

The two of them glared at each other, just like a pair of fighting cocks, neither of them willing to show weakness to the other.

Everyone in the Ding family covered their mouths and laughed.

Ding Dusai stamped his feet anxiously, "Dad! What are you doing? Mr. Zhang is a guest. He took the trouble to help us perform and won so much applause. You should thank him sincerely. How can you treat him like this?"

Father Ding was furious: "How shameless this fellow is! He actually dared to hold your hand."

Ding Dusai blushed and wanted to say that he was the one who took the initiative to hold the other person's hand, but he couldn't say it.

Seeing everyone in the team watching, Zhang Shixun hurriedly explained: "Uncle Ding, this is what happened. I..."

"I don't want to hear your explanation, just come to me quickly..." Father Ding pointed at the backstage door and wanted to tell him to "get out" immediately, but this guy's acting skills were too good. There were rarely such a lively scenes in his own peony shed.

Maybe I'll have to ask this guy for help again in the future.

Also, his daughter has a good temper. Usually, she has a good temper, but once she gets angry, even he, as her father, is afraid of her.

If Zhang Shixun was really driven away, his daughter would definitely not give in.

Ding Dusai apologized: "Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry. You've been so busy these past two days. Go home and get some sleep. I'll come to thank you another day."

"Yeah! I'm indeed a little tired. I'll go home and sleep now." Zhang Shixun nodded, pushed open the door and walked out.

Ding Dusai followed behind to see him off. When he was almost at the back door, Ding Dusai whispered, "Daddy, I'm sorry for being so rude."

Zhang Shixun glanced at the back door of the stage and saw Ding's father looking over his shoulder. He said, "Your father is doing this out of love for his daughter. I don't mind at all."

"Really?" Ding Dusai asked.

"Of course it's true."

"Sir, you are so considerate! You are a good person."

Zhang Shixun smiled. "We have the same opinion. I also think I am a good person."

But I thought to myself: Although I am considerate, I am not good at understanding other people’s clothes. I don’t know whether it is a shortcoming or an advantage.

He yawned and said, "I'm going back. I'm too sleepy to hold on any longer."

Ding Dusai nodded: "Okay, go back and have a good rest."

Zhang Shixun pushed open the back door and was about to walk out when he heard someone shout from behind, "Zhang, boy, stop."

It was Ding's father's voice.

Zhang Shixun looked back and saw Ding's father walking towards him with something in his hand.

"Uncle Ding, do you have any other advice?"

"Let me ask you, how did you know about Xu Yan?"

Zhang Shixun was stunned for a moment, then realized: "I didn't know his name was Xu Yan, I only knew the story of someone playing the Jiqin with a single string."

"Who told you that?"

"I don't remember."

Zhang Shixun's father told him this story when he was learning to play the erhu.

Father Ding pushed the thing in his hand forward and said, "Here, this is your reward for today. I, Ding, never owe anyone a favor."

Zhang Shixun took the thing and took a look at it in the dim light. He was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It turned out to be a handful of copper coins and a small piece of silver.

"This... I can't accept it. I came here today purely to help. If I accept the money, it won't be helping." Zhang Shixun handed him the silver again.

Father Ding glared at him and said, "Just take it when I told you to. Stop talking nonsense."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and turned to walk backstage.

Zhang Shixun and Ding Dusai looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

For the next two days, he took a vacation and rested at home for two days. On the third day, he went to Gao Laozhuang to find Wang Dong.

Gao Laozhuang has now become a large construction site, and the entire village is busy building houses.

Wang Dong was speaking to several craftsmen leaders.

Zhang Shixun called out from afar, "Old Wang, I'm here to see you."

When Wang Dong saw him coming, he gave a few instructions to the head craftsmen and then walked towards him.

"Why did you think of coming to see me?"

Zhang Shixun jumped off his horse and said, "I miss you so much that I came to see you. Is that a good enough reason?"

"Don't ever tell me shit like 'I miss you' again. It's so uncomfortable to hear two grown men say that."

"If I say I hate you, will you feel even more uncomfortable?"

"It's more than just uncomfortable, I'm getting goosebumps. This is what a nagging woman would say... Zhang Shixun, are you bored out of your mind, coming here just to tease me?"

Zhang Shixun laughed out loud.

Wang Dong reached into his arms and pulled out a pistol.

Zhang Shixun was overjoyed. He reached out and grabbed it, looking at it non-stop in his hand. He exclaimed as he looked at it, "Old Wang, this gun is so exquisite."

Wang Dong asked calmly, "It has a built-in fingerprint unlocking function. It can only be used after binding. Even if it is stolen, it will be just a piece of scrap metal in your hand."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shixun tried to pull the trigger towards the ground, but sure enough, there was no response.

Wang Dong took the pistol, pulled out the magazine, and explained, "The bullets in this pistol are only the size of a grain of rice, so it has a large capacity."

"How many rounds can it hold?"

"A magazine of bullets contains seventy-eight rounds. The biggest difference between it and a regular pistol is not only the ammunition capacity, but also the firing method."

"I'm listening. Please tell me in detail."

Wang Dong took a bullet from the magazine and handed it to him, saying, "This bullet has high energy. Although it has not yet escaped the realm of chemical energy, the instantaneous energy it provides is much greater than that of gunpowder."

Zhang Shixun took it and took a look at it. The bullet was too small to make out anything.

Wang Dong continued, "If this pistol is equipped with special ammunition, it can become a bullet-explosive killing weapon. It's like a traditional grenade that has been miniaturized. Each bullet has the explosive power of a rifle grenade."

"Did I hear correctly? Every bullet fired is equivalent to a grenade?"

"You heard right."

"Oh my god, this is too outrageous."

Wang Dong helped him bind the pistol and handed it to him, "You don't need special bullets at the moment, just use ordinary bullets."

Zhang Shixun took the pistol and couldn't let it go.

This is a super plug-in. With it in hand, you can basically walk around the Song Dynasty.

"Old Wang, how many bullets did you bring in total?" Zhang Shixun started to worry that he would not have enough bullets after getting a gun.

"Since I brought the gun, I definitely brought enough bullets. I have thousands of rounds, but you should use them sparingly. Try not to use them unless it's a critical moment."

Zhang Shixun agreed readily.

"I'll ask Bai Wuchang to give you two more magazines. Three magazines should be enough for you."

"That's enough. More than 200 bullets are enough." Zhang Shixun took the pistol and played with it carefully.