Following the address given by Uncle Tie, Lu Qingyang found his comrade's home after many twists and turns.

Knock on the door, the person inside asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

"I was introduced by Uncle Tie."

When the man heard that it was Uncle Tie who introduced him, he immediately opened the door.

"Are you here because of your friend's introduction? Do you want to see the guns? Come in first!"

The white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, led the two of them into the house and poured them some tea.

"My last name is Wen, you can call me Uncle Wen."

"Uncle Wen, I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's not much of an intrusion."

Uncle Wen got straight to the point, "When I was young, I liked to play with guns, so I collected some good stuff. Come and have a look!"

Although Uncle Wen looked old, he was in good spirits. However, Lu Qingyang noticed that one of his trouser legs was loose.

"Why? Are you scared? There was no battlefield when I was young. If Lao Tie hadn't risked his life to drag me back, I would probably have lost my life there. He introduced you here, so you must be reliable."

Lu Qingyang shook his head, "I'm not afraid. We respect seniors like you."

Having said that, he casually followed Uncle Wen and together they opened the heavy wooden door of the cellar.

Uncle Wen held up a dim oil lamp and nodded to Lu Qingyang to follow.

Shen Mo wanted to follow him in, but was stopped by Uncle Wen's cane:

"Young girls should not come in. They don't understand these things."

"Uncle Wen, don't look at her young age, she knows a little bit, let her see the world, right?"

"Okay, come on!"

Entering the cellar, the first thing you see is some stored vegetables.

Uncle Wen walked in front and opened a hidden door.

There is a different world inside.

Uncle Wen hung up the oil lamp and could see various guns hanging on one wall.

"Take a look. If you like any of them, I'll bring them out for you to see."

"So many guns?"

It was also the first time that Shen Mo saw someone collecting so many guns.

"You should know that this kind of thing cannot be disclosed."

"Uncle Wen, we understand."

Shen Mo looked around and saw the same types of guns she had seen before.

"This is a Type 38 rifle. It was captured from the Japanese. It's been in our hands for years."

This is the Type 38 rifle I saw before.

The color was obviously newer than the one he had seen in Heilongjiang before, and it seemed to be well preserved.

Uncle Wen touched the gun and said, "I once used this gun to kill eight Japanese soldiers, so this gun means a lot to me. Even if you guys like it, I won't give it to you."

"Uncle Wen is kidding. We should keep this gun."

These words could not help but make Lu Qingyang admire him even more.

Lu Qingyang took a look at the five or six and a half next to it. Although it looked only seven or eight years old, it was enough to be used.

“I want this one.”

"Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, young man, you have good taste. This gun is indeed good, but I have several, so it doesn't hurt to give you one."

Uncle Wen smiled and took the gun and put it on Lu Qingyang's body.

"See if it fits you. If it does, take it away!"

Lu Qingyang checked his body and found that although it was not new, it did not have any problems.

It can be seen that Uncle Wen usually treats his gun very carefully.

Shen Mo took the five or six pieces and checked them skillfully, nodding:

"This one."

"You are a very experienced little girl, and you really understand."

"Uncle Wen, don't underestimate her because she's so young. She taught me how to shoot."

"Hahaha, the scarf is no less beautiful than the beard." Uncle Wen laughed heartily.

Originally, Lu Qingyang had taken a fancy to half a dozen of them. Although there were some unnamed guns on the wall, this was the one he liked the most.

Shen Mo looked at the wall on the wall, her heart itching to do something, but in the end she remained silent.

She felt that the hunting rifle was enough, and the price of a gun was too high, and she couldn't let Lu Qingyang spend money on it.

Lu Qingyang asked about the price tactfully, "Uncle Wen, please name a price!"

Uncle Wen narrowed his eyes and said deliberately: "What price? I'm not a businessman. If you like it, I'll give you this gun."

"No, that won't do."

Uncle Wen knew Uncle Tie, so if he really gave him a gun, it would be a favor from Uncle Tie.

"It's too much!"

Uncle Wen nodded meaningfully, "This gun is not cheap, young man, you should buy it according to your ability."

"Since you're here, you must be well prepared."

Lu Qingyang thought to himself, it couldn't be more expensive than what he saw in Heiwan before.

He had asked Kong Laoliu before, and he said that this kind of gun would cost about four hundred yuan even if it was new. Anything more expensive would be a rip-off.

This is probably around 300 yuan.

He is thick-skinned and won't buy if it's too expensive.

Uncle Wen looked at him with a smile and said, "Then let's give him three hundred. I'm not cheating you, young man."

This was exactly what Lu Qingyang had expected, so he paid the money directly.

“It’s a fair price indeed.”

"There are more bullets here." Uncle Wen handed over a box of bullets.

The bullets are not brand new, but as long as they are usable they are fine.

"I want that, too."

"If you need me, come back next time!"

Uncle Wen politely sent the two away.

Lu Qingyang also left a bag of tea.

If you want to buy a gun from Uncle Wen without an introduction from someone he knows, he won't do it.

Lao Tie was a comrade-in-arms he had known for many years, and the people he brought over were fairly reliable.

If these two people were not to his liking in any way, he would not even give face to his old buddies.

Lu Qingyang returned home satisfied, as he had finally picked out a hunting rifle that suited his taste, which was well worth the trip.

After returning, Lu Qingyang brought some things to Uncle Tie.

I originally wanted to send it to him, but I heard a quarrel coming from their door.

"You old man, what's the point of bringing my daughter back secretly? You killed the old woman, and you killed the pillar. Now you want to kill my daughter?"

"Yan Ling, what are you talking about? It doesn't count if you don't let me see Jin Feng. Look at the injuries on her body now. It was the child who wanted to come with me!"

Uncle Tie hid the Iron Phoenix behind him with a distressed look on his face.

"If you have something to complain about, just come to me. Why hurt the child?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I hurt my daughter? Who knows if you, an old fool, deliberately hurt Jin Feng and then framed me? Everyone, come and take a look, someone has stolen the child!"

"Jinfeng, you don't want a mother, kid?"

Jin Feng hid behind Uncle Tie timidly and didn't dare to come out at all.

He was still shouting, "I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!"