Half a month later, Gang Gang Ying Zi.
Beside the stream at the village entrance, Fatty Wang squatted down and kicked a porcelain urn out of the stream with great effort. He flipped his hands, and with a splash, the water in the urn was poured clean along with the soil.
" This is worth at least 10,000 RMB." Fatty put the jar aside and took out a porcelain jar from the stream to admire it.
The women, children, and old people in the village worked together for half a month and finally emptied a part of the things in the warehouse. Military blankets, coats, iron buckets, oil felt, lanterns, lunch boxes, and other industrial products were brought back to the village by carts, and then everyone took them home to improve their living conditions.
He did not touch the Military Fire. After all, it would cause problems if it was left outside. However, each household was given a 38-caliber gun and thousands of bullets. After all, there were quite a lot of wild beasts in the mountains. Many people relied on hunting to supplement their families or improve their food.
As for the name? There was a militia squad in the village, and it was under the control of Yanzi's father.
The porcelain pots in the tomb were also pulled back by the villagers. The old secretary gave a gag order,"These are all my nephew's. No one is allowed to touch them." Keep your mouth shut. Don't let the archeological team know."
There was a thick layer of dust on the jars, which couldn't be wiped clean with a cloth. Yang Lang asked Fatty to throw the jar into the stream and let the stream wash it for a few days before it was finally washed clean.
On the grain-pounding field at the west end of the village, Yingzi was wiping the gun in her hand with a rag.
" Wipe your gun," Yang Lang said without turning his head. After saying that, he held the wooden spear in his hand and pointed it at Hu Bayi, who was also wearing protective gear and a hood.
" My gun has been cleaned." Yingzi put the gun on her shoulder and looked at the two people who were still confronting each other in the circle." Brother Yang, you and Brother Hu have been fighting for half a month. Why don't you forget it?" You can't beat him."
Yang Lang knew that he had to travel through many planes, and martial strength was his last and most reliable support. In terms of cold weapons, he relied on his own philippine short stick and self-taught "Eight Edge-breaking Blades" and "Ten Styles of Juyi". At most, he could only make it to the second-rate and third-rate worlds like "The Deer and Cauldron". No one knew if the System Lord would give him a mission to build an army and fight for the Central Plains. If that was the case, he would have to have a simple and quick martial art that was suitable for the cold weapon era. The simplest technique he knew was the bayonet technique of the People's Liberation Army. Hu Bayi had been a soldier for ten years, so his bayonet skills were definitely impressive. Hard!
Didn't you see that in Shun Ming, Li Meng killed a few salt workers with the bayonet technique he had practiced in the military for two years, as if he was possessed by a god, and made his companions bow down to him? Then, he used the bamboo spear to train a group of salt workers who started from Jiaodong and embarked on the road of transmigrators who fought salt merchants, pirates, bandits, the imperial court, and finally ascended the throne?
Besides, he didn't know how to perform " Pear Blossom Spear in the Storm "," Hundred Birds Pay Homage to the Phoenix Spear "," Yang Clan Spear ", or " Yue Clan Spear ". Those spear techniques could still be used in the martial world, but to fight in battle? It was better to wash up and sleep.
" Yang, I'm coming!" Hu Bayi said as he swung his bayonet towards Yang Lang's right. Yang Lang quickly blocked it with his gun.
Hu Bayi drew a circle with the tip of his spear. Then, he took a step forward and thrust his spear at Yang Lang's lower abdomen.
Taking advantage of Hu Bayi's dazed state, Yang Lang slid his body backward and stabbed forward! "Kill them!" The spear hit Hu Bayi's stomach, and the immense force made him bend his upper body and want to vomit. Then, he felt a huge force coming from his chin, and his body leaned back, falling on the straw and fainting.
Yang Lang took advantage of his bent upper body to rush into his arms and hit his chin with his elbow, knocking him out.
"Big Brother Hu!" Yingzi rushed over to check on Old Hu's condition. Fortunately, he had only fainted. She immediately woke up after washing herself with a handful of water.
Yang Lang wiped Old Hu's face with a towel and asked," Who asked you to say that I can't beat him?"
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