When Zhou Changfeng and his men were suffering from altitude sickness on the steep Sichuan-Tibet Highway, Xia Xiaoshi, who had had a close relationship with him a few days ago, was leisurely enjoying his day off.
Weekend holidays are too early for this era. Today, Ming Dynasty has its own characteristic holiday form, which people call "ten days off".
As the name suggests, the last two days in the first, middle and late days of each month are rest days. Of course, this is only expressly stipulated in the law. As for the reality... probably only the government and government agencies can strictly implement it.
As a teacher in a government-run school, Xia Xiaoshi has always been glad that she made the right choice. Although the salary is not much, the advantage is that she is noble.
She deliberately didn't wind up the alarm clock last night so that she could sleep until she woke up naturally today.
Contrary to winter, she didn't like to stay in bed in summer. She just wanted to get up quickly to enjoy the cool breeze. After all, the dog days of summer in Jinling are no joke. Even in the morning, you can already feel the rising temperature.
Moreover, the cicadas on the trees outside were making so much noise!
Wear a light green double-breasted gown on the upper body, a casual grass green skirt on the lower body, and put a hairpin into a simple bun. That's it, since I'm not working anyway, I can dress more comfortably.
After washing up, Xia Xiaoshi came to the east wing, but regretfully found that her mother went to work without making breakfast for herself?
Make a fire to cook? No, no, I'm going to break out in a sweat, it's so uncomfortable.
Before taking the umbrella and preparing to go out, she suddenly thought of something she had put off until today - the pistol hadn't been registered yet.
Hiding firearms and ammunition is a serious crime. I was too lazy to do it the past two days because I had to go to work, so I might as well finish it on the way today.
So Xia Xiaoshi took a small leather bag, put the gun holster in it, and then went out under the umbrella.
After leaving Dingjia Alley, I bought a basket of small steamed buns and ate them in a few times. Then I turned right to the wide Oil Market Avenue, took the tram four stops east, and got off.
She had inquired before that registration of privately owned firearms required dual permission from the Inspection Department and the Police Department of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.
The registration at the Inspection Department went smoothly. The police handed her a registration form in triplicate. Just fill in her name, place of origin, identity, family situation, origin of firearms, etc., and then record it in the file.
As for the latter, its full name is actually the "Yi'an Police Department", which is a derivative of the Wucheng Military and Horse Department. It has now become the highest police department of the Ming Dynasty and is affiliated with the Ministry of Punishment. Although the word "Yi" conflicts with the name of Emperor Wanli, now that there is a constitutional government, the issue of taboos is irrelevant.
The Police Department, which was also on holiday, had only a few people on duty today. Xia Xiaoshi asked the front desk where to go to apply, and then came to a counter next to it.
Two employees, one large and one small, were eating iced watermelon while listening to the broadcast on the radio. They felt very comfortable.
"Gentlemen, is this where the registered firearms are?"
"Uh... this is it." The two staff members were a little surprised. It was really rare for a girl to register with a gun.
After submitting the form filled out at the Inspection Department, Xia Xiaoshi carefully placed the holster on the counter.
The employee who looked like he had just started working looked through it carefully, then opened the holster and took out the silver Browning M1903.
"Hey... this is a bit fancy. Brother Gu, would you like to take a look?" He said as he opened a thick book. Each page was filled with pictures and texts of various firearms.
The old employee who was called Brother Gu threw the watermelon rind into the wooden basin, wiped his hands, and looked over indifferently. As soon as his eyes fell on the pistol, he stopped still.
The young clerk stared at the brochure and said, "Look at the factory stamp. This is a Type 12 pistol, but the silver paint and ash wood grip are really fancy."
"No, girl, this is a souvenir issued by Nanjing Martial Arts College to outstanding graduates. Why do you have it?" the old employee raised his head and asked with a frown.
The clue is actually not difficult to identify, because the acceptance stamp of this pistol is neither the Ordnance Bureau nor a private company, but the Armed Forces Academy.
"Ah? This...this was given by someone else." Xia Xiaoshi was a little surprised when she heard this, "Is it very expensive?"
The old clerk sneered and replied: "How expensive can it be in terms of value alone? It's just a silver plate and a custom-made wood piece, but this thing is an honor only reserved for the best in martial arts. Infantry, cavalry, artillery, and carriages from the five major military departments , only fifty people can win the prize if there are more than two thousand in a year."
"So can this gun be registered in accordance with the law?" The young clerk had already taken out the big red seal and ink pad.
"If you can, I've already given them away, so just follow suit."
At this time, Xia Xiaoshi added, "Actually... the man said that this was only given to me temporarily and would be returned to me when he comes back..."
This statement amused the two staff members. The young staff member held a big red seal and laughed: "Is there any reason to give this kind of thing away casually? Is this temporary?"
"What does 'wait to come back' mean?"
"Yes, that person seems to be from the Forbidden Army. They just set off a few days ago."
"Hehe, don't you two know each other?"
Xia Xiaoshi, who was a little embarrassed, nodded slightly. The two staff members naturally didn't believe it. They looked at each other with a smile and didn't say anything else. It was obvious that the girl in front of them didn't want to tell the truth.
Suddenly, the morning news that had been playing on the radio behind him was cut off, and a war report was interrupted instead.
A neutral female voice read eloquently: "... The telegram from Lasa of the Sun and Moon Society, the news of the victory of Uzang has just arrived, our army is in great strength and suffered very little losses. The enemy's 4,000 troops were all annihilated and completely defeated. , it can be destroyed overnight..."
"It went so well. The Imperial Army that just set out a few days ago must be in vain." Xia Xiaoshi muttered.
"Isn't that good? At least there is no fear of life."
Yes, running for nothing will make you tired, and going into battle to fight with all your strength will kill people.
"Here, here are the things you need to pay attention to." The young staff handed over a pamphlet, "According to the rules, after memorizing it, we have to memorize it. If you pass it, you will pass."
Xia Xiaoshi, who was suddenly surprised, opened the book and took a few glances at it. She had to memorize all the dozens of precautions in several categories?
Facing her puzzled look, the old employee said calmly: "Although the rules are rigid, they can be...flexible." After speaking, he stretched out two fingers to make a gesture.
Good guy, openly asking for a bribe, right?
Although Xia Xiaoshi didn't want to get involved with them at first, she changed her mind when she was about to pay for it - you see that I'm easy to bully, right? We can't let these two guys succeed!
So she was a little angry and said solemnly that she was a good and law-abiding citizen, then picked up the pamphlet and went to the corridor outside.
She memorized silently while pacing. After less than two cups of tea, she returned to the previous counter with full confidence. She even refused to be slapped with humiliation and recited the entire text directly at a very fast speed. .
"I really met a strange person today..."
The two staff members who were speechless looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and then stamped and issued certificates in a formal manner.
Xia Xiaoshi, who was a little proud, put away the blue-gray "Official Announcement with Guns" and left with a brisk pace.
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