After having breakfast, Lin Feng slept until 6 p.m.
When he woke up, it was already dark.
"Holy crap!"
He sat up abruptly and found that it was pouring rain outside, the rain pounding against the windowpane.
"What the hell is this weather?!"
Lin Feng muttered something to himself, and then he rushed straight to the thatched hut, preparing to find something to shelter him from the rain.
But when he opened the door, he saw Nguyen Thi Mai squatting under the eaves, looking at him anxiously.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Feng frowned.
Nguyen Thi Mai pointed to the torrential rain outside: "I...I wanted to get you something to eat, but I've searched all the nearby villages and haven't found anything to eat."
"Holy crap, this is really troublesome!"
Lin Feng frowned. Both the large and small yellow croakers were with Wang Lichen, who had taken his men back to Bataan.
Without food, how are we going to survive for more than a month?
Is there a black market?
Lin Feng frowned as he looked at the torrential rain outside and asked.
"black market?"
Nguyen Thi Mai paused for a moment, “There is a black market in Meng Lai village, south of Lai Chau, but it is very chaotic there, and there are often armed fights and gun battles.”
"Take me there."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
Lin Feng sneered, "It's better than starving to death here."
"Oh, let's go then."
After saying that, Nguyen Thi Mai, holding an umbrella, led Lin Feng away.
Menglai Village is less than 5 kilometers from their thatched house, but because of the rain, it took Lin Feng and Nguyen Thi Mai nearly an hour to arrive.
Upon entering the village, Lin Feng discovered that the black market was indeed enormous.
Looking around, almost everyone had a gun, and all sorts of local specialties were available: chickens, ducks, fish...
If it weren't for the guerrilla fighter next to Lin Feng, this group probably would have attacked immediately.
"What are you doing?!"
A burly man with a face full of scars, an eyepatch over his left eye, and a military dagger stuck in his right hand stared fiercely at Lin Feng and Nguyen Thi Mai.
"We're in business."
Nguyen Thi Mai Dao.
"A businessperson?"
The burly man snorted and glanced at Nguyen Thi Mai, "Haha, when did your guerrillas become so wealthy?"
Lin Feng frowned, and just as Nguyen Thi Mai was about to speak, he stopped her.
"Ask him for me how much food a brand new Type 38 rifle can be exchanged for."
Nguyen Thi Mai paused, glancing behind Lin Feng.
It's empty.
You're kidding me.
It also has brand new Type 38 rifles.
However, due to Lin Feng's position in the guerrilla force, Nguyen Thi Mai still approached the strong man.
"Brother, let me ask you something. How much food can a brand-new Type 38 rifle be exchanged for?"
The burly man was somewhat disdainful, but to maintain appearances, he still said, "Brand new? Two chickens!"
Lin Feng: "......"
Nguyen Thi Mai: "..."
You bastard, you're even more ruthless than Zhang Shide!
"One rifle for two chickens?"
Nguyen Thi Mai's eyes widened.
She remembers clearly that in the guerrilla forces, a rifle could be exchanged for 80 jin of rice and 30 jin of pork.
But here, you can only exchange for two chickens.
"There are two chickens!"
The burly man emphasized again.
Are you sure?
Nguyen Thi Mai asked again.
The burly man was getting impatient: "Am I fucking joking with you guys?!"
"Take it or leave!"
After saying that, the burly man pushed Nguyen Thi Mai aside.
Holy crap!
Lin Feng couldn't stand it, so he performed a magic trick and conjured up a Type 92 heavy machine gun, which he slammed onto the table, exuding an aura of dominance.
"How much can this be exchanged for?!"
The burly man: "..."
Everyone else just said, "..."
"Gulp!"
The burly man swallowed hard. He glanced at Nguyen Thi Mai, then at Lin Feng, and his arrogant expression vanished instantly.
He walked up to Lin Feng and said respectfully, "Boss, whatever you say you want to exchange, I'll exchange it."
Heavy machine guns are rare items in China, but here they are considered tribute items!
"Hey, are you drooling?"
"Name your price quickly!"
Lin Feng nuzzled Nguyen Thi Mai's nose, "Little vixen."
"Well?"
Nguyen Thi Mai's pretty face flushed red. "Comrade Lin Feng, this is a heavy machine gun! Can we not exchange it for food? The guerrillas are in dire need of it..."
"cannot!"
Why?
"nonsense!"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes at her. "We're short of food right now. If we don't use this, are we going to save it for the New Year?"
"Hmm, that makes sense."
Nguyen Thi Mai nodded in agreement and then began to bargain with the burly man.
In the end, they traded a heavy machine gun and 1,000 rounds of ammunition for more than a month's worth of food, including chicken, duck, fish, pork, and rice.
The burly man even politely sent someone to deliver the goods, after all, someone who could bring out a heavy machine gun for a transaction must be someone of considerable status.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"That's what you call being rich and willful."
"What kind of look is that, you little wench?"
Back in her thatched hut in Lai Chau, Nguyen Thi Mai kept saying, "They even dare to sell heavy machine guns. Do you know that our guerrilla force only has one gun for every twenty soldiers?"
"Do you know that our entire guerrilla force only has three heavy machine guns?"
"Do you know how much impact your actions will have on the guerrillas?"
Nguyen Thi Mai grew increasingly angry as she spoke.
Lin Feng shrugged. "I don't care. I'm just trying to survive."
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