Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

After joining the army, Zeng Wangcai realized how backward the army’s weapons were.

The small pistols still used the Type 54, and the Type 59 had not yet been put into service, not to mention the Type 64 which had not yet been produced.

As for rifles, in the 1960s, when the entire army held military competitions, and even when fighting against the Indians, the majority of rifles used were still Type 56s.

So, can Zhou Yuanbai's current work improve the weapons by one or two generations?

Once this thought came to his mind, Zeng Wangcai couldn't suppress it and imagined himself holding advanced weapons.

After returning home, Zeng Wangcai put his thoughts aside and talked to his parents.

Zeng Youqian already knew what his son had done when he returned, but did not express any opinion. Instead, he was very interested in the gift Zhou Yuanbai gave him that Zeng Wangcai brought back.

"What is this?" Zeng Youqian asked, looking at the hand-grinding coffee tools and coffee cups.

"Foreigners use it to drink coffee. They drink coffee just like we drink tea." Zeng Wangcai took out the tea set again. "Dad, I don't understand this thing. Take a look. Is it very expensive?"

"What are you talking about, kid?" Zeng Youqian glared at him. "Your teacher gave it to me, even if it's just a piece of paper, it's precious. You don't care about the value of the thing..."

"No, you misunderstood!" Zeng Wangcai explained, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to know if this set of porcelain is very expensive."

"Well..." Zeng Youqian picked up a teacup, looked it up and down, and said, "I don't really understand it either. If you really want to know, you have to find the blind man in Yard 87. He knows this."

The blind man we are talking about is an old man, a bannerman. His family had a lot of good things in his early years, but they were all lost later.

"Forget it, it's just like that, you know!" Zeng Wangcai waved his hand, put away both sets of things, and went back to his room.

No, this should be Zhang Xiuzhi's room.

Zhang Xiuzhi was obsessed with studying the hand-grinding coffee machine, while Zeng Wangcai was lying on the bed with his clothes on.

"Would you like to try coffee?"

"What's the point of trying?"

"Wait a moment!"

Zeng Wangcai immersed his mind in the space, planning to find some coffee beans so that he could have a nighttime spiritual collision with Zhang Xiuzhi.

After appearing in the sentry box, he habitually looked towards the parking lot and suddenly saw a big treasure - the special police car.

"Oh shit, there really are special police..." Zeng Wangcai was so excited that he instantly forgot about the coffee beans.

He was so lucky that the door of the SWAT car could be opened and the engine was still on. He judged that the SWAT police were here to handle something.

But he didn't care about these, he started searching the car.

But he was soon disappointed. He did not find any weapons, let alone his dream lover, the Type 95 fully automatic rifle.

Not finding the gun does not mean that there is no gain. Zeng Wangcai found the special police’s base, and it was right at the port.

He got into the car immediately, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and soon found the special police detachment's base.

After parking the car, Zeng Wangcai walked into the area that was previously inaccessible, and found that there was no one there.

His target was clear: the arsenal where the special police detachment stored its weapons and equipment.

It didn't take Zeng Wangcai much effort to find the target, and then he was... stunned by the surprise.

Frankly speaking, due to the times, Zeng Wangcai did not spend too much energy in the space. He stopped after finding the necessary supplies to ensure his life.

After joining the army, due to the intense training, he did not pay attention to space.

Now seeing the warehouse full of equipment, he felt that this was the most useful discovery he had made so far.

He even thought of a song by his classmate A-Du: I should be on the battlefield, not in the rear...

Damn, Type 95 fully automatic rifle, bulletproof vest, helmet, Type 92 pistol, Type 88 sniper rifle, Li Yunlong's Italian cannon...

With all these equipment, why the hell would you fish or feed the pigs?

Send me to the most dangerous place immediately. I want to liberate my compatriots...

After the excitement, Zeng Wangcai calmed down and began to think about how to use it.

It definitely won't work if you take it out directly. If it's on the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, there's no problem. Just lead the soldiers to shoot and have fun.

There is no war now. The nearest chance for a large-scale battle is at the border and with India, which is still two years away.

Moreover, the scale of this arsenal is a bit small. Although it can be refreshed, the total number is still there.

Finally Zeng Wangcai decided to take a two-pronged approach. First, he would take out the weapons from the warehouse every day, store them separately, and wait for them to be refreshed. He would come back the next day to accumulate them little by little.

Second, find a way to develop the manufacturing method of the weapons and give it to Zhou Yuanbai, who will hand it over to the country, and then the country will produce it.

The advantage of doing this is that I can stand out and help Zhou Yuanbai. The most important thing is that with Zhou Yuanbai around, it doesn't seem out of place.

Zeng Wangcai searched in the warehouse for a while and finally chose a Type 59 automatic rifle to study.

Fortunately, he had been in the army for a few months and had a basic understanding of weapons. After studying for a while, he figured out the structure of the gun and began to disassemble it.

After several rounds of disassembly and restoration, Zeng Wangcai's understanding of the Type 95 rifle was further deepened.

The remaining question is, how to hand this thing over to Zhou Yuanbai?

"Draw the blueprint..."

In the room, Zhang Xiuzhi had already played with the coffee machine thoroughly, but Zeng Wangcai was still not getting up.

She stood up to check and found Zeng Wangcai lying there with his eyes closed, but with a very confusing smile on his lips.

"Haer, you must have had a good dream..." Zhang Xiuzhi smiled knowingly and did not wake up Zeng Wangcai.

She opened the quilt she was covering herself with and carefully covered Zeng Wangcai with it.

At this moment, Chen Yumei coughed slightly at the door.

Seeing that her son had been in Zhang Xiuzhi's room for a long time and had not come out, Chen Yumei was worried that he could not control himself, so she came to check.

"Auntie, he's asleep..." Zhang Xiuzhi came out and closed the door behind her. "He must have been very tired. He fell asleep on the bed."

"That won't do. He sleeps here, where are you going to sleep? I'll go call him..."

"Don't shout, let him sleep, it's okay for me to stay awake all night."

"Nonsense, how can you not sleep? Come with me."

Zhang Xiuzhi had no choice but to follow Chen Yumei to the front yard and wait in the main hall.

After a while, Zeng Youqian came out yawning, wearing a cotton jacket and holding a quilt: "Xiuzhi, wait a moment, your aunt is changing the sheets and utensils, you sleep with her, I'll go and squeeze in with Xiaoqiang and the others."

North room.

"Pooh!"

Zeng Xiaoqiang spat and counted the remaining money under the dim light: "10 cents, 20 cents, 1 cent, 2 cents... Laifu, and 31 cents. We spent the one dollar that big brother gave us too quickly. We have to save this money and can't spend it anymore."

"Well, mom said that my eldest brother is in the army... and it's very hard!" Lai Fu lay on the bed and nodded desperately, "One dollar for the New Year is a lot for us, and Bi Si's father only gave him five cents."

"Yes, save it!" Zeng Xiaoqiang got up, lifted the quilt, ran to the corner, fumbled around for a while, and took out an iron cigarette case, the round one.

The cigarette box was opened, revealing coins one by one.

"Laifu, what should we buy for our eldest brother's wedding?"

"Leather shoes, people wear leather shoes when they get married..."

"Don't be ridiculous. We have to skin each other to make leather shoes for Big Brother. You can't buy leather shoes with this little money."

Outside the north room, Zeng You stood for a while without saying a word. He heard the conversation between the two brothers and gave up the idea of ​​going in and interrupting them.

After waiting for a while, Zeng Youqian deliberately made a noise to remind his sons...

In the early morning, it started snowing again, but not heavily.

Director Qian of the purchasing station came to the courtyard early in the morning with a young man and found the truck. Zeng Wangcai was already waiting there.