Erpang probably put all his skill points into shooting. With just a simple instruction, this chubby ten-year-old boy had already grasped the essentials of shooting very well, and his movements were quite standard. He could also apply what he learned to other situations and had his own insights.
Zhang Heping took out the bullets he had obtained from his pocket, taught his son how to install them, and then held his son's hand to fire the first shot. After that, the little fat boy was able to complete shooting independently.
Calling him "Second Fatty" is truly fitting; his muscular physique is no joke. He's stronger than most kids his age, and he seems to feel no recoil from the gun. The little fat boy's face is serious and focused, and his small eyes seem to instantly become full of intelligence.
Erpang went from hitting the fifth ring to hitting the tenth ring with a gun, a difference of only ten bullets, which shocked everyone. Moreover, he could quickly adapt to various firearms, as if he was born to do this job.
Qian Xiao clearly saw the excitement in the eyes of the adults. With the accuracy of weapons nowadays, very few people can achieve a bullseye with a gun. The little fat boy was born to be a sharpshooter, and weapons could not stop his brilliance.
Zhang Heping felt that his son had reached his limit and quickly stopped him. He pulled open his son's jacket and saw that his son's dark little shoulder was already red and swollen.
"Are you stupid? Hurry up and go home and ask your mother to get you some medicinal wine to rub on it, otherwise you won't be able to lift your arm tomorrow. Alright, that's enough for today."
Erpang chuckled foolishly: "Dad, can I still come here to shoot guns tomorrow?"
"Wait until your arm recovers, don't hurt yourself." How could I not feel sorry for my own son?
Erpang didn't hear anything else, but he was already very satisfied to hear that he could come again in the future.
Qian Jiefang was very envious. He wished these were his own sons. He couldn't see any talent in his two sons yet. He looked at his twins with some disdain.
"Daughter, do you want to give it a try?" Just in case his daughter wanted to try it too, he applied for a few bullets.
Qian Xiao genuinely wanted to try: "Can I?"
"Of course, Dad has prepared everything. Which one would you like to try first?"
Qian Xiaoke wasn't as easy to talk to as the chubby boy. She wanted to try both, but knew it was impossible, so she could only point to the handgun she had seen last time and the long-handled rifle: "These two will do."
Qian Xiao was much stronger than the chubby boy, and his hands were much steadyer. This was different from what he had figured out. As long as he grasped the key points and aimed accurately, he was much better than trying things blindly. He still couldn't compare to the chubby boy.
Ten bullets, seven rings for one, the rest hovering around eight or nine rings, only one barely made it to ten rings. Qian Xiao's shooting score was already very good, better than many new recruits. But who could blame him when Erpang was ahead of him? So Qian Xiao's score wasn't that surprising.
Does Qian Xiao like guns? Of course he does, but he's not obsessed. He's more curious. Once he's tried one, he won't be so hung up on it anymore. He's very different from someone like Erpang who's obsessed.
Qian Xiao was a restless person. After returning from the training camp, she waved and took her two younger brothers up the mountain. She had to get some meat for them to satisfy their cravings.
There was absolutely nothing at the foot of the mountain; it had been cleaned up too thoroughly. She told Shuangdan to expand the scanning range, intending to take her two younger brothers further in. If they encountered any large animals, with Shuangdan watching over them, they could spot them early and escape in time.
After searching for half the afternoon, they actually found a nest of bird eggs and a pheasant. The three of them excitedly went home. Qian Xiao would never dare to take her younger brother any further.
On the fifth day after Qian Xiao arrived, he didn't know what his father and the others were thinking, so they gathered all the children in the compound together for a short training session. They probably thought they could see if there were any other children as outstanding as Erpang and nurture them while they were still young.
Qian Xiao did not participate. She believed that her fighting skills were enough to protect herself among ordinary people. She had no intention of doing anything earth-shattering in the future, and she probably wouldn't be targeted by bad guys. These training sessions wouldn't be of much use to her.
Qian Xiao sat in her own courtyard, swinging her legs up and down: "Mom, what are you doing? Going back and forth like this, do you need my help?"
My mother has been busy since early morning, walking back and forth between the backyard and the kitchen. It's so busy that Qianxiao is dizzy just watching her.
"No need. I was thinking of getting you some more pickled vegetables to take with you. If the food doesn't suit your taste when you get there, you can at least have some pickled vegetables to eat with your dry rations. When you go to school, those meal tickets will definitely not be enough to fill your stomach. Your dad has exchanged a lot of national food coupons for you. You can't let yourself go hungry then."
"No, my grandma gave me a lot of money and coupons. If I'm not full, I'll just go outside and buy food. I won't go hungry."
The night before her grandmother passed away, she gave her a hundred yuan, which shocked her. Her grandmother usually wouldn't spend an extra penny, so why would she give her so much money all at once?
However, thinking about where my family hid their things, and all the things inside, I guess my grandmother wasn't stingy, but rather knew how to manage money. In her words, "You won't go poor from eating or dressing, but you will go poor if you don't plan ahead." Perhaps this kind of thriftiness is a microcosm of this era.
“You said it yourself, it was given by your grandma. What does it have to do with what your grandma gave us and what your dad gave us? You don’t need to worry about us. Your dad’s salary is quite good, more than enough to support our whole family.”
“This place is big, and each family has their own plot of land. I grow sweet potatoes and potatoes every year, which saves us a lot of grain. You can eat as much as you want without worry.”
Qian Xiao sighed, "Mom, haven't you noticed anything strange about the weather this year?"
Li Guizhi paused for a moment: "How come I didn't notice? But it's not too serious here yet. Although the harvest may be a bit worse, it won't be to the point of starvation."
"Why did you suddenly bring this up? Is things serious at home?" My in-laws never mentioned anything bad about home in their letters.
"Yeah, when I came here the river level had dropped a lot. When I first started my vacation, the villagers had to carry water to irrigate their fields every day. Later they got a waterwheel, so at least we didn't have to carry water anymore. But my grandparents said that if things continued like this, the harvest wouldn't be good."
"Mother, have you thought about what if it's like this next year too?" She remembered that the drought lasted for three years.
“It’s already that serious? We’re a bit better off here. It might be because of the mountains. I know now that you’ve said that. Don’t worry, even if things get tough for our family, we won’t starve. I need to talk to your father and see if we can bring back some more grain to store.”
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