That means the two children will arrive the day after tomorrow afternoon.
Upon hearing the news, Sheng Xinhua and the others were overjoyed. Sheng Xinhua and Sheng Xinyu even clamored to tidy up their rooms and wait for Chen Feng to come and live with them.
The next morning, the two brothers indeed tidied up the house, and then secretly went out to play with guns again.
At first, he found it novel and interesting, but as he played, Sheng Xinhua kept talking about it.
"If this thing could have a gun barrel attached to the front and gunpowder inside, that would be amazing. Maybe we could even use it to shoot birds."
Once a person has a certain idea, sometimes it's as if they're possessed.
At this moment, Sheng Xinhua was just like that, holding the matchstick gun and pondering how to modify it.
So, Sheng Xinhua, who was twelve years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, racked his brains and began to ponder.
Gunpowder was easy to deal with; we still had those leftover "double-bang" firecrackers from the Lunar New Year at home. We just had to peel them open and pour out the gunpowder.
But where can we find a gun barrel? Matchstick guns are very small, so we need very thin iron pipes, and these things are hard to find.
Sheng Xinhua started rummaging through everything, turning every cabinet and drawer in the house upside down, but he couldn't find anything suitable. Finally, he went to the storeroom to search.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Finally, they found several rifle bullet casings in a wooden box in the warehouse.
Sheng Xinhua's eyes lit up. Although this thing was a bit short, at least it could hold gunpowder.
So, Sheng Xinhua took a few bullet casings back into the house, pried out the primer caps, then used a large nail to break them open from the primer, and finally attached the spoke screws from the bicycle to the chain.
In this way, gunpowder can be loaded at the front.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Sheng Xinhua was busy at work, and Sheng Xinyu was watching from the side, asking with a puzzled look.
"Gun, didn't you see I'm installing the barrel here? I want to test if this can be loaded with gunpowder and fire it."
Sheng Xinhua casually replied to his younger brother, then lowered his head and continued poking at the gun.
After a busy day, by evening I finally managed to install the bullet casings onto the matchstick gun.
Sheng Xinhua looked at the sky and realized that he couldn't continue working on it today. If his father came back and found out, his things might be confiscated, and he wouldn't have anything left.
So Sheng Xinhua quickly cleaned up the scene and hid the modified matchstick gun back in the warehouse.
Then he gathered up and put away all the tools he used, and cleaned the yard thoroughly, leaving no trace behind.
After they finished tidying up, before the two brothers could even breathe a sigh of relief, Sheng Xiping returned.
"Have you two cleaned up the house yet? Didn't you say you were going to tidy up your room so that Xiaofeng could come and stay with you?"
When Sheng Xiping entered, he saw the two children acting suspiciously in the yard and asked them what they were doing.
"It's all cleaned up, Dad. Don't worry, it's all cleaned up."
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