An Jingzhi felt that Lu's father and mother probably didn't believe his excuse. What about selling unused kitchen knives? There were no unused kitchen knives these days. Lu Lian actually came up with such a lame excuse.

"Then what did you take?" An Jingzhi asked.

Lu Lian took out a square object from his backpack, and An Jingzhi looked at it in the moonlight.

“…”Isn’t this just a brick?

Huang Xuekun also spilled the beans and said that he almost broke his legs while looking for something at home.

An Jingzhi asked, "What are you looking for?"

Huang Xuekun said, "I was looking for my grandfather's hunting rifle, but not only did I not find it, I also got beaten up."

“…”

Guns were not yet banned in those days, and hunting rifles and the like had not yet been recycled. An Jingzhi did not think that he could bring a hunting rifle with him.

However, they are just going out for some minor fights for now, and they probably won't need something as big as a shotgun.

Unable to find a hunting rifle, Huang Xuekun took a stick from home, the same stick his father used to beat him.

He looked very proud. "Don't underestimate this stick. It's very strong! My grandfather used it to beat my dad, and then it was passed down to my dad. Now my dad uses it to beat me. It hasn't broken after all these years! It hurts so much when you hit someone with it."

Wan Xinming also took out the self-defense weapon he brought with him, which was a dagger, but it was so short, only the size of a palm. It was okay to peel apples, but it was not very useful for scaring people.

An Jingzhi was speechless. There was a brick, a family heirloom stick, and a palm-sized dagger.