The main reason is that Sheng Xinhua used match heads as ignition devices, and these match heads have a high ignition point, so they can't always be lit.
To solve this problem, Sheng Xinhua added the explosive from a detonator to the matches.
The detonator was found by Sheng Xinhua when he returned to the forest farm, behind the large mirror in the east room of the Sheng family home.
At the time, Sheng Xinhua didn't know what it was, so he took it to ask Sheng Liancheng. Sheng Liancheng said that it was something that Sheng Xiping used to use to trap explosives when hunting, and told Sheng Xinhua not to touch it.
That thing has a low ignition point; it can explode if you're not careful.
It would have been better if Sheng Liancheng hadn't mentioned it, because Sheng Xinhua took it to heart. So, when his grandparents weren't looking, he took two of them and brought them back to Songjiang River.
This time, Sheng Xinhua slowly peeled open a detonator and carefully collected the yellow powder inside, which he then mixed with match heads when needed.
Now we can be sure that every shot will fire.
Through repeated experiments, Sheng Xinhua finally mastered the dosage of the drug, and then he began to try making bullets.
The child is too young to understand that stores actually sell gun powder and gun pellets.
He could only find thin wire at home, cut it into small pieces with pliers, and then collect it, filling a small plastic bottle.
Heading south from No. 1 Middle School, past the industrial park, there's a large open area where some people have planted vegetables.
In autumn, the grass seeds in the fields ripen, and sparrows prepare for winter by eating voraciously, so you can often see many sparrows foraging in open spaces.
There were many sparrows, and they weren't afraid of people, so Sheng Xinhua set his sights on these sparrows.
Taking advantage of the Sunday break, Sheng Xinhua led Sheng Xinyu and several neighborhood kids to an open space to play mahjong.
Sheng Xinhua loaded his gun, slowly approached the flock of sparrows in the field, then raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Sheng Xinhua had tried this gun several times, but the problem of backflow was still not solved. So even though it had a stock, Sheng Xinhua did not dare to rest the stock on his shoulder and still held it with one hand.
After the gunshot rang out, Sheng Xinhua felt that his hand was much lighter.
Looking down, I saw that the gun in my hand was now just a wooden handle; the barrel was nowhere to be found, and my arm ached terribly.
It took Sheng Xinhua a long time to recover. He quickly called his friends to join him in searching for gun barrels.
While searching for the gun barrel, the children found sparrows that had fallen to the ground. Excitedly, they picked them up one by one, and when they finally counted them, there were fifteen or sixteen of them.
The children were overjoyed and cheered excitedly. "Xinhua, you're amazing!"
Sheng Xinhua was secretly pleased, but he didn't show it on his face. He just shook his head and said, "No, it's still not perfect. The barrel even flew off."
As he spoke, Sheng Xinhua looked down to find the gun barrel.
This time, he found the gun barrel in the grass, but the bullet casings were nowhere to be found.
Sheng Xinhua didn't care; he had plenty of bullet casings at home and could just get another one when he got back.
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