After breakfast, Sheng Xiping asked someone for some mutton fat, intending to coat the fried dough with it before going into the mountains to fry it.
When he reached out, he found that the explosive in the crack of the pillar was gone.
"Who touched the bomb I put outside?"
"Damn it, what are you going to do with this thing? It might blow your hand up!" Sheng Xiping immediately panicked.
It's not that I'm heartbroken over the bomb; if he wanted to, he could make as many of those things as he wanted.
He was worried that someone might not understand how powerful this thing was and could hurt themselves in the process.
The few lazybones inside were still sleeping in, but Sheng Xiping's shout startled them, and they jumped up in a flash.
"Brother Xiping, what happened? Did you lose the bomb?" Zhang Zhijun asked, leaning out the window.
"Yes, I was afraid that someone inside might accidentally make a noise, so I stuffed it in the gap between the pillars outside."
I stuffed it in really tightly, how did it just disappear?
Sheng Xiping looked down and searched the vicinity carefully, but couldn't find it.
"No, there aren't any around."
"Could someone have taken it?" Several young men came out of the house and helped search around several times, but they couldn't find it.
Some people said that it must have been taken by someone.
"Who would bother with this thing? It could blow you up if you're not careful."
Sheng Xiping was quite annoyed; this guy could lose anything.
Those bombs aren't any good; they're only useful for hunting.
Who would bother fiddling with this thing when they have nothing better to do?
"That's not necessarily true, Brother Xiping. Everything you make is of high quality."
Those who love hunting will definitely find it useful; the key is who has it and how they use it.
Wang Jianshe pondered for a moment, then said meaningfully.
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