He placed the two guns side by side on the table and then took a cloth bag out of the box.

"Here are the bullets, use them sparingly."

Su Jianguo nodded solemnly and reached for the gun, but the old man grabbed his wrist.

"etc."

The old man looked serious.

"Gun isn't a toy; you have to know how to use it. Double-barreled shotguns have a lot of recoil, so you need to keep your shoulder steady. The 5.5L/6L has a fast rate of fire, but it's prone to jamming..."

For the next half hour, the old man explained in detail how to use the two guns and the precautions to take, and even personally demonstrated the loading and unloading actions.

Su Jianguo listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

"I've got it."

The old man gave his final words of advice.

"Never point a gun at anyone, even if it's out of bullets. Unload it immediately after use, and don't try to show off like those young punks."

“I understand, Father.”

Su Jianguo nodded solemnly and carefully wrapped the gun again.

The old man looked at his son, his eyes softening.

"Go on, be careful. Come back for dinner tonight, and have your mother stew a chicken."

Leaving his hometown, Su Jianguo rode his bicycle quickly towards his greenhouse.

From a distance, Su Jianguo saw two figures standing at the entrance of the greenhouse, talking to Wu Ermaitai.

He squinted and carefully examined them, recognizing them as his second brother, Su Jianjun, and his wife, Wang Guixiang.

"Big brother!"

Su Jianjun also saw Su Jianguo and waved and called out.

Su Jianguo sped up, rode closer, and jumped off his bike.

Wang Guixiang was carrying a bamboo basket and taking bowls and chopsticks out of it.

"Brother, you've arrived just in time; the food is freshly heated."

Wang Guixiang greeted them with a smile.

"Ermaitai said you went into the village; I thought I'd missed your chance."