The tiny silver coins that had fallen to the ground all turned into large, white dollars, piling up into a huge heap.
Looking at the pile of large silver dollars in front of him, Yang Zheng's face was beaming with joy.
"How much money is so much silver worth? It must be at least a hundred thousand, right?"
Filled with excitement, he picked up a silver coin and brought it close to his eyes to examine it.
Based on observation, the silver coins in these miniature worlds seem to be about the same size as the silver dollars from the Republic of China era, but they appear to be a bit heavier.
When I was a child, my father kept several Yuan Shikai silver dollars locked in his drawer. He used to take them out and play with them. Those things were much bigger than a one-yuan coin. If you blew on them and put them to your ear, they would make a "buzzing" sound.
It's pretty amazing anyway.
Later, those Yuan Shikai silver dollars disappeared; I guess my father took them to sell for money.
The silver coins from these small worlds seem to be slightly larger than the ones my father had, otherwise they wouldn't be so heavy.
"Blow on it and see if it makes a sound?"
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately blew a breath into the side of the silver coin and then quickly placed it next to his ear.
Buzz...
Instantly, a crisp buzzing sound emanated from the silver coin.
That's interesting!
Yang Zheng looked at the design on the silver coin again and found that the front depicted a dignified old man dressed in a magnificent military uniform, standing on a high platform.
The back features a shallow wavy pattern with several strange characters in the center.
Remembering that dark yellow ancient book, Yang Zheng couldn't help but take it out and compare it. The crooked tadpole script on it was completely different from the text on the back of the silver dollar.
Seeing this, he was very puzzled.
Why are the fonts on ancient books and silver coins not the same?
Upon closer reflection, it seems normal.
There are Chinese, Manchu, Liao script, Korean, English and all sorts of other languages on Earth.
It's normal for a small world to contain all sorts of languages.
It's definitely not good to just pile all these silver dollars on the ground; we have to find something to put them away and hide them, because we still need to take them out to buy something.
Yang Zheng opened his briefcase, took out all the winter clothes folded inside, and then put all the silver coins on the ground inside.
While throwing silver dollars into the box, he didn't forget to count them.
Soon, all the silver coins on the ground were put into the safe.
After the count, there were a total of 2,045 silver dollars, which filled almost the entire box.
Yang Zheng tested the weight; including the box, it must weigh at least a hundred pounds.
The box is so heavy, I definitely can't lift it; it'll break if I do.
He could only hold the box with both hands and stuff it under the bed.
After carefully storing the silver coins, Yang Zheng turned around and looked at the room, which was filled with military ammunition and was very crowded.
This definitely won't work; all these firearms and ammunition must be moved upstairs for storage.
There happened to be a large bedroom on the second floor, which could be temporarily used as an armory.
With that in mind, Yang Zheng began moving the weapons.
First, we need to move those seventeen wheeled, water-cooled heavy machine guns up there.
To be honest, this heavy machine gun weighs at least 150 pounds, and an ordinary person simply couldn't handle it.
However, after consuming the exotic fruit, Yang Zheng's body was strengthened, and his strength more than doubled.
In addition, he was quite strong, so moving these heavy machine guns was not too difficult for him.
He easily picked up a heavy machine gun and quickly carried it upstairs.
He had just eaten a strange fruit that afternoon, and he was very excited, full of energy, and couldn't wait to do some vigorous exercise.
It's perfect for transporting these weapons and ammunition.
In less than ten minutes, Yang Zheng had moved all the firearms and ammunition to the second floor. Apart from sweating a little, he wasn't as tired as he had imagined.
Standing at the door of the leftmost room on the second floor, looking at the neatly arranged firearms and dozens of ammunition boxes inside, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.
"This is my private armory on Earth. I must guard it carefully from now on and never let anyone find it!"
He checked the ammunition during the transport process.
The heavy machine gun had approximately 35,000 rounds of ammunition.
The rifle bullets, piece by piece, should amount to more than six thousand rounds. There are also dozens of artillery shells.
These weapons and ammunition are enough for him to use for a long time.
In the future, when he has free time, he plans to search online for shooting instruction videos and learn how to use these weapons as soon as possible.
Anyway, there are so many bullets. A person can go into the small world and practice shooting however they want, and no one will know.
I checked the time; it was already past 8 p.m.
Since around 4 PM, I have been eating a strange fruit.
Even now, he feels no hunger at all.
I haven't eaten for about thirteen hours today.
He was still very excited at that moment, and his whole body was full of energy.
Yang Zheng was curious, wondering how long this state of excitement could last after eating one exotic fruit each time.
There was a rustling sound coming from the yard outside; it seemed that the black stray dog had returned.
He strode outside, looked at the black dog lying under the awning, and thought to himself, "I can't let it run around like that anymore. I need to spend some time training it properly and make sure it stays by my side."
There are too many mysterious and unknown things in this small world. Having a black dog with a keen sense of smell following me should be a great help.
Keep in mind, this is a black dog that has been enhanced by a foreign fruit.
Thinking of this, he immediately squatted down by the door and beckoned to it, "Tsk tsk tsk...come here..."
Upon hearing the call, the black dog immediately pricked up its ears.
It first moved slightly in its nest, then stared blankly at Yang Zheng. After hesitating for a moment, when Yang Zheng gave the second call, it immediately wagged its tail and ran over.
"It's a success!"
"It actually obeys my commands."
Yang Zheng was a little excited. He reached out and patted the black dog's head. The black dog subconsciously took two steps back, but still squinted its eyes and accepted his pat.
I squatted down by the door and petted the dog. I felt that it had now completely trusted me.
This is a good thing.
Looking at the black dog lying on the ground, its belly exposed.
Yang Zheng pondered for a moment, thinking to himself that he must give it a name so that it would be easier to call it in the future.
Thinking of this, he said to the black dog, "Let me give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Black... Black Dragon."
The black dog rolled over and sat on the ground, looking at him with bright eyes and wagging its tail incessantly.
Yang Zheng added, "From now on, you'll be called Black Dragon. Remember to listen to me..."
The black dog stared blankly at him, unsure whether it had understood.
Yang Zheng shook his head and smiled, thinking to himself, "Why should I say so much to it? It's just a dog after all."
I went back to the bedroom and looked around, only to find that there were no more sausages.
After thinking for a moment, I decided to take the dog out for a bike ride.
He brought so many silver dollars from the small world; he has to sell them.
Currently, there are three places that recycle gold and silver.
Gold shops in the alleys and streets, pawnshops in the city, and precious metal recycling companies.
"I'll go ask around and see what the three silver buyback companies are offering. I'll sell to whoever offers the highest price."
With that in mind, Yang Zheng immediately got on his electric scooter.
At this moment, the black stray dog was still squatting on the ground, staring blankly at him.
Yang Zheng called out to it, "Black Dragon, get in the car, I'll take you out for some chicken legs!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the black dog instantly transformed into a black shadow and darted onto the footrest in front of the electric scooter.
It's so fast, so agile... and it seems to really understand what I'm saying.
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