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The old man was buried in the grave, and the old man was buried.

(Militia equipment)

After the autumn harvest, Lu Cheng had more free time. In addition to reviewing mathematics, physics and chemistry every day and treating patients, Lu Cheng used the money from the treatment to buy more medicines and add infusion equipment.

After a period of expansion, Lu Cheng, the barefoot doctor, has turned into a private clinic, and can treat more diseases.

Naturally, more people come to see the doctor from the villages.

Originally, he could only earn 30 or 50 cents a day, but now he can earn one or two yuan.

There was a constant stream of patients at home, so Lu Cheng specially converted a room into a clinic, built a shed in the yard, bought a few recliners, and made a few racks to facilitate infusion for patients.

Seeing that Lu Cheng was getting busier and busier, Xiulian always wanted to help Lu Cheng share the burden.

Xiulian, who originally didn't like to study, also began to learn some nursing knowledge, was able to recognize all the medicines at home, dispensed medicines for patients according to the prescriptions prescribed by Lu Cheng, and learned to give patients injections.

Originally, some female patients were embarrassed to let Lu Cheng, a grown man, give injections, so when they encountered diseases that required injections, they went to the commune.

Since Xiulian learned to give injections, there have been more female patients.

Although Xiulian didn't like to learn cultural knowledge since she was a child, she was not stupid, had strong hands-on skills, and was more careful, so she learned these nursing knowledge quickly.

With Xiulian's cooperation, Lu Cheng was less worried.

On this day, Lu Cheng was busy for most of the day and finally had some free time. He walked around the village and happened to meet Jin Qiang from the second team, who was carrying a gun and going to training with several militiamen.

Lu Cheng had never taken the time to participate in the militia training before. He was usually busy when he caught up with the militia training. This time he happened to catch up, which was an opportunity.

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng immediately took out two boxes of Qianjin brand cigarettes at 20 cents a box from the storage space and put them in his pocket.

Then he took out a pack and opened it, walked up to Jin Qiang and the others, took out a cigarette and gave each of them a cigarette: "Jin Qiang, are you taking the militia to train this time?"

"Of course, we have to do live-fire shooting training every once in a while to maintain combat effectiveness."

"Then can I also participate in your militia training? I don't usually touch a gun, so I just want to shoot a few shots for fun."

"No problem, you treated my dad before, without asking for a penny, and helped me cure my old back pain. What's the big deal about playing with a gun? Let's put it this way, I won't shoot my bullets today, anyway, I shoot often, and my shooting skills are the best in our Shuangshui Village, so I'll give you the quota this time."

As he said, Jin Qiang looked at Several other militiamen: "You guys, you all train regularly, but your shooting skills haven't improved much. It doesn't matter if you shoot one more or one less bullet. Today, everyone can share two bullets, so that Lu Cheng can have a good time. How about that?"

"Okay."

"No problem."

"That's so embarrassing. So, I'll give you both boxes of cigarettes. I don't smoke myself, so it's a waste to keep them with me."

As he said that, Lu Cheng gave both boxes of cigarettes to Jin Qiang, who didn't refuse: "Then we won't be polite. Guys, these are 2.1 cents cigarettes. Usually we don't want to smoke them. Today, everyone will have a few."

In this way, those people are naturally happy to let Lu Cheng shoot more.

After arriving at the open shooting range outside Shuangshui Village, Jin Qiang also gave Lu Cheng some instructions on shooting essentials and some precautions.

Lu Cheng also studied very seriously, memorizing all the essentials in his mind, strictly following the instructions, half-crouching on the ground, holding the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand steadily, aiming at the straw sticking up in the distance, and pulling the trigger.

(Militia shooting training)

With a crisp "bang", Lu Cheng only felt his shoulder shake, and the first shot flew out, completely missing the target.

Jin Qiang laughed and comforted Lu Cheng: "Don't worry, you don't usually touch a gun, and you can't grasp the recoil well. Fire two more shots to get familiar with the force first. Also, don't be nervous, relax a little, and this posture also needs to be adjusted."

After hearing this, Lu Cheng adjusted his movements according to Jin Qiang's instructions, tried to relax, and fired two more shots.

"Bang, bang" two shots rang out, and the flying shells fell to the ground. The straw target a hundred meters away still didn't move, but this time at least you could see that the bullet hit the earth slope behind the straw target,

It didn't fly as far as before.

Jin Qiang gave him two encouraging words: "Not bad, not bad, at least it looks good. I just fired five bullets for you, two more. Pay attention to the three points in a straight line, keep your arms steady, relax, and hold the butt of the gun with your shoulders, otherwise you will get hurt easily..."

"Bang bang" After two more shots, one of them finally hit the target.

Lu Cheng was delighted. Although the target was only a hundred meters away, it was a big improvement.

Every time the militia trained, each militia had a target of five bullets.

After Jin Qiang's five bullets were fired, the remaining militiamen each gave Lu Cheng two bullets to experience.

After firing more than a dozen bullets, Lu Cheng had a feeling and was familiar with the recoil of the gun.

Afterwards, the other militiamen continued to train, and Lu Cheng asked Jin Qiang how to disassemble and assemble the gun.

Although Jin Qiang had never been a soldier, he had learned a lot from the militia company commander in the commune, otherwise he would not have become the militia captain of Shuangshui Village.

Seeing that Lu Cheng, a learned doctor, asked him questions, Jin Qiang was naturally happy to be the teacher, and felt very proud, so he taught Lu Cheng everything he knew.

After several disassembly and assembly, Lu Cheng was also familiar with the general structure of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and even understood some basic knowledge of gun maintenance.

After shooting training, there was also grenade throwing training.

However, the grenades were all training bombs and would not make a sound.

Lu Cheng also learned it, and after several attempts, he finally barely reached the passing line and threw the grenade 30 meters away.

When watching TV before, Li Yunlong once said that even a woman could throw a grenade 30 meters away.

In fact, many young people who are over 185 cm tall and have a strong body may not be able to throw a grenade 30 meters away.

To throw a grenade far, you need not only strength, but also skills and timing. Pushing the ground, twisting the waist, pushing the hips, and swinging the arms are done in one go. It sounds easy, but it is not that simple to do.

Seeing that Lu Cheng was so interested in these, Jin Qiang said: "Lu Cheng, if you want to play with a gun well, it will not be trained once or twice. If you are really interested, we will call you next time we train again."

"Then I thank you in advance."

"We are all from the same village, why are you being polite to me?"

After chatting and laughing, Lu Cheng went home and picked up a few shells to play with.

Gun management was not so strict these days. Every village had a militia team and its own guns.

Every three militiamen held a gun. The best gunman was the first gunman, and the first gunman could take the gun home directly.

As for the leaders in the commune, they were even freer.

Just like Director Xu Zhigong in the commune, he liked to carry a gun and go to the mountains to hunt pheasants and rabbits when he had nothing to do.

Xiulian saw Lu Cheng coming back from outside happily, and thought he had encountered something good: "Why are you so happy today?"

"I just participated in the militia training, fired a few shots, and found a few shells."

"I thought it was some treasure, isn't it just a few shells? I have touched guns before, and I almost became a female militia."

"Yes, yes, our Xiulian is the best. What delicious food did you make today?"

"I made you your favorite scallion egg pancakes, and pork and cabbage stewed with vermicelli. Come, wash your hands before eating, it smells like gunpowder."