Zhang Jiaqiang suppressed his laughter, thinking that it would be better not to teach the child bad things, and rubbed his nose.
"People thought you asked her to cook!"
Brother Tiezhu always felt something was wrong, but Brother Qiang said it and he believed it unconditionally.
When the two came to the canteen, they realized that they had been tricked. It turned out that the canteen was not open at all, and it seemed that the dust on the door was enough to mix with mud.
Tie Zhu was so angry that he wanted to argue with the waiter, but Zhang Jiaqiang stopped him.
"They said the cafeteria is at the back, but they didn't say you could eat. You didn't ask if you could eat. There's nothing wrong with that!"
"Hey, blame me. You have to ask more carefully in the future. Hey, let's go out to eat!"
The two walked to the street. Zhang Jiaqiang also wanted to inquire about some things here, so he walked very slowly. He listened carefully to the chats of passers-by along the way.
As we walked far away, the road gradually became lively, with many people setting up various stalls on the roadside.
Most of the items sold are daily necessities, as well as some agricultural products. It seems that this is a local night market, no wonder there are more people.
Zhang Jiaqiang strolled around casually, occasionally stopping to inquire about the prices of goods.
After walking half a street, I basically knew in my mind that the prices here are incomparable to those in Luonan, not even to Longcheng and Weizhou.
Suddenly he stopped, and the goods on a stall in front of him caught his eye.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Tie Zhu asked curiously.
Zhang Jiaqiang pouted at the stall over there, "Look, there is someone selling this, how bold!"
Tie Zhu looked in the direction and saw a piece of linoleum cloth spread on the ground, which was filled with various daggers, knives, small axes, and even electric batons and swing sticks.
Of course, these are nothing, but in the most conspicuous position is a real black and shiny thing.
Tie Zhu was stunned, "Brother, let's imitate it. Whoever sells the real thing on the street will die!"
Zhang Jiaqiang didn't talk nonsense. He went up and squatted next to the stall, stretched out his hand and picked up the real thing.
It was heavy when I bought it, and the texture of the shell was metal, but Zhang Jiaqiang had played with many real ones, and he immediately realized that this was not the real thing.
It suddenly dawned on me that it was not true. Who knew that the middle-aged bearded stall owner suddenly said.
"It was a five-shot series. I kept every shot and no one escaped!"
Zhang Jiaqiang frowned and looked carefully. There was no safety or trigger on the thing. There was only a small red dot on the trigger guard. What on earth was this?
The stall owner explained, "This is a steel ball gun. It shoots steel balls. It has a cartridge inside and it is fired by a battery..."
As he spoke, he picked up the thing and opened the tube in front to reveal a steel tube as thick as two fingers.
If you look closely, you can see that this pipe is made of five small pipes welded together, and each pipe has a steel ball with a diameter of seven or eight centimeters on the head.
It suddenly dawned on him that this was the magazine. The steel tube should contain propellant. After the battery was fired, the steel balls inside could be fired five times in a row. Then the cartridge had to be replaced.
The principle of this thing is the same as that of the real thing, but it is much less powerful.
However, hitting an unprotected vital part can be fatal, so it should be explicitly prohibited.
They dare to openly sell this stuff at the night market. Seeing the stall owner not caring about it really makes people sad about the security situation here.
"How much does it cost?" Zhang Jiaqiang asked curiously.
The stall owner looked at Zhang Jiaqiang and grinned.
"Dude, you're from out of town. Get some for self-defense. It's a mess here. I'll give you eight hundred, and I'll give you two more cartridges!"
Zhang Jiaqiang planned to buy one and show it to Lao Zhou when he arrived in Yinzhou, but he immediately tilted his head and looked embarrassed.
"Eight hundred, that's too expensive. Can four hundred be okay?"
The stall owner hurriedly waved his hand, "There are no doors. I can't even buy 400 yuan. If you really want it, then, for 70 to 800 yuan, you can pick out whatever you like on the stall and it will be a match!"
Zhang Jiaqiang took out 700 yuan and flashed it in front of his eyes, "That's it, if it works, then forget it!"
"Okay, okay, you choose!" the stall owner said awkwardly.
Zhang Jiaqiang threw the steel ball gun to Tiezhu, picked up a very beautiful dagger, and then stood up and left.
The stall owner looked at his back and shouted, "Use it well and come back later. I'll buy the cartridge cheaper for you..."
Coincidentally, within a few dozen meters, they discovered similar items on two stalls.
It seems that the situation here is really worrying.
The two of them had been shopping for a long time, and happened to see a small restaurant with a small but clean front. Through the glass window, they could see several tables of people eating inside.
"Please, please sit here. What do you two want to eat?"
As soon as they entered, a young man in a white apron came forward to greet them and led them to sit at a small table.
Zhang Jiaqiang saw that there was no menu on the table, and the store's dishes were written in red paint on the wall behind the bar.
"Zhuzi, just order whatever you like to eat, and have a bottle if you want to drink. Anyway, you'll have nothing to worry about tonight!"
Tie Zhu looked at the menu on the wall and ordered a casserole of mutton, stir-fried spicy chicken, a vegetarian dish and a boiled peanut, and finally ordered a bottle of local liquor.
"Brother, there are pot stickers here. If you don't want to drink, can I give you a plate?"
Zhang Jiaqiang took a look at the pot stickers with leeks and three delicacies, and immediately missed the taste of his mother's cooking at home, and immediately nodded and ordered two portions.
While waiting for the food, he noticed the guests at several other tables.
There were seven or eight men sitting at the nearest table, all with sullen expressions on their faces, but they were not making any noise and were all eating with their heads down.
There were three people at the other table, a gentle middle-aged man, a young girl, and an old man with white hair.
These three people didn't eat, but kept talking, and seemed to be quarreling.
At the last table were five honest-looking men, all dressed in rustic clothes, but they were drinking and shouting very arrogantly.
Zhang Jiaqiang wanted to hear what the three people said, but it was too noisy and couldn't hear anything clearly.
At this moment, the girl among the three stood up and roared angrily.
"You guys are not done yet. You keep shouting when you enter the door. There are people around, and it's not your home. Please pay attention to public morals!"
The five rustic guys were stunned for a moment, and then they realized they were talking about them.
One of the oldest men spat fiercely on the ground.
"What the hell are you farting? I like to have fun when I eat meat and drink wine. I don't mind your business. I think your little girl has an itchy skin and wants someone to play with it!"
The other people at the table immediately laughed, looking at the girl up and down with unabashed lustfulness on their faces.
The girl didn't understand, but she also guessed that the words were not good. She was so angry that her eyes were red, her chest was beating and she was sulking.
The middle-aged man at the table slapped the table and stood up, "Where are you from? If you dare to be so arrogant here, get out of here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight men at the other table stood up and surrounded the five rustic men.
