dognovel Chapter 320 You guys
Chapter 320 You guys
"You want to ask me something? What do you want to ask me?" Zhao Cheng looked at the boys and was also very curious.
"Uncle Zhao, Zheng Tong really likes Kuiyong's silver lighter and wants to buy it, but Kuiyong thinks it's not a good idea to just sell the thing you gave him, so he didn't dare to sell it!" Zhong Yuemin looked at Zhao Cheng with hope in his eyes.
Zhong Yuemin actually really hoped that Zhao Cheng could give Zheng Tong another one, so that Kui Yong wouldn't have to sell the gift Zhao Cheng gave him. After all, it was a trophy given by Zhao Cheng and was of considerable commemorative value.
Zhao Cheng looked at Li Kuiyong who was a little embarrassed, and realized that this kid must be in financial difficulty at home. He wanted to sell but was embarrassed, so he was a little hesitant.
Zhao Cheng looked at Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun who came with them. Yuan Jun was a bit reckless and a greenhorn.
Zheng Tong, this kid, wears glasses and looks gentle, but in fact, he is full of bad intentions. He can also be said to be the brains of Zhong Yuemin's small group.
Zhao Cheng thought about the future of the boys and shook his head without saying anything. He couldn't let Kui Yong sell the lighter, could he? After all, it was made of pure silver and had great collection value.
Zhao Cheng turned around and went back to the inner room, took out a large wooden box from a cabinet, walked into the living room and put it on the table.
Several students who were doing their homework stopped and looked curiously at the box that Zhao Cheng brought out.
After Zhao Cheng opened it, the things inside made the children amazed.
Inside the box were all kinds of gadgets that Zhao Cheng had captured on the battlefield in North Korea, including mechanical watches, lighters, and small items made from various bullet shells, like tanks and howitzers.
There were also bullets, bayonets, and field rations. It was just a bunch of random things, all the leftovers Zhao Cheng had picked out, things that were useless.
The most common items were lighters and mechanical watches. Zhao Cheng had initially thrown a bit of everything he saw into his secret realm, and now there were still many of the items he had captured. Besides the guns and ammunition, there were also new US military equipment, clothing, shoes, and socks. Zhao Cheng's favorite was the US Army's parka, made of pure lambswool, which was much softer and warmer.
These little gadgets were picked out by Zhao Cheng when he was sorting them out. Zhao Cheng felt that they were useless, so he put them all in this box.
"Uncle Zhao, why do you have so many things? How many enemies have you killed?" Zhong Yuemin asked in disbelief as he looked at the box that Zhao Cheng carried out.
"Not many, probably just over a thousand or so? I can't remember! It's been several years!" Zhao Cheng touched Zhong Yuemin's head and said with a smile.
"Dad, you have so many fun things here, why don't you let us play with them?" Wei Hong looked at the many small things inside and complained with a pout.
"I didn't say you can't play. If you want, just take it to your room! But let me make it clear first, I can't give you those dangerous bayonets and bullets. You can do whatever you want with the rest!" Zhao Cheng looked at his daughter who was a little angry and had to compromise.
"Okay!" When Wei Hong heard that his father agreed, he quickly took his younger brothers to ask his eldest brother Wei Dong to pour out the contents of the box and pour them all on the table. Then the group of boys began to pick.
Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and Li Kuiyong did not rush over, but stared at Zhao Cheng.
"Okay, you two can pick one you like. We have a few sterling silver lighters. Pick one if you like!" Zhao Cheng looked at the three ten-year-old children who were drooling and waved his hand to let them choose.
"Oh, these American soldiers are so bold in eating and drinking. There are cigarettes and chocolates in the individual rations!" Zhong Yuemin picked up an unopened individual ration and couldn't help but open it to take a look.
"Take a look at that thing. I guess the contents inside are inedible. After all, it's been eight or nine years!" Zhao Cheng quickly stopped Zhong Yuemin from wanting to taste the chocolate. It was really inedible. It had been several years before Zhao Cheng seized it, and now eight or nine years had passed. It was definitely inedible.
Yuan Jun picked up a bayonet and pulled it out of the scabbard. He found that apart from a little rust on it, there was nothing wrong with it.
Yuan Jun couldn't let it go. He really wanted to tell Zhao Cheng that he wanted this, not the lighter.
Zhao Cheng looked at Yuan Jun and said, "If you like it, take it. But you can't take it out of your house. You can only play with it at home. If I find out that you use this to go out and fight, you will see how I will deal with you. Even your father won't be able to stop you!" Zhao Cheng could only warn Yuan Jun. He knew that this kid would use a kitchen knife in the fight later.
"These, Uncle Zhao!" Yuan Jun happily put the bayonet on his belt and ran to look in the mirror. He looked so beautiful.
Zheng Tong was more focused. He picked out several sterling silver lighters, placed them together and examined them carefully one by one.
However, Zhong Yuemin ignored those things and picked up an engineer shovel, playing with it lovingly.
Li Kuiyong was much more civilized. He just looked at the gadgets made of bullet shells. Finally, he picked up a tank and played with it in his hands.
Wei Hong, who considered himself the boss, saw that they had finished picking out the things, so he packed the remaining things back into the boxes, and then ordered Wei Dong and Wei Jun to carry the boxes back to their own rooms.
Zhao Cheng stopped them immediately when he saw it. There were several bayonets, engineering shovels, and bullets in it. He couldn't let these guys take them back, so he moved them back to his room and placed them on top of the wardrobe.
"Weihong, if you want to play, you can only play in mom's room. You can't take it back to your room! There are some dangerous things in there!" Zhao Cheng said seriously.
Wei Hong saw that this was hopeless, so she could only pout and sit back in her seat, watching Zhong Yuemin and the others holding their things.
"Have you picked out your things? If you have, go home quickly! It's getting dark, and your parents must be worried!" Zhao Cheng saw that the boys had picked out their things, so he quickly let them go home.
There was no such thing as leaving food for others during this period. After all, food was precious, and Zhao Cheng's family did not cook any extra food, so they really could not afford to entertain these young boys.
After saying goodbye to Zhao Cheng, the children walked out of the yard arm in arm.
Zhao Cheng looked at the boys going away and shook his head. These boys would probably be beaten again when they got home, especially Yuan Jun. He picked a bayonet, and his father would probably give him stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots when he got home!