Chapter 194

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

With the Village Chief's permission, Chen Yi gently picked up the long hunting bow.

He had learned several ways to use bows and arrows at the shooting club; recalling them now, his movements were standard, especially the posture of drawing the bow with one hand and holding it level, which made the natives quite curious.

The bowstring was extremely tough, and the wood of the bow back was hard as steel; Chen Yi easily drew it to eighty percent, then slowly relaxed.

The Village Chief laughed heartily.

"You have the level of a four-stone bow," Chen Yi said in surprise. His single-arm pulling strength was over 100 kilograms, while an ancient four-stone bow required about 80 kilograms.

As a self bow, it was quite impressive, and unlike modern competitive compound bows, its structure was simpler, pursuing lethality rather than accuracy.

Chen Yi's smile made the Village Chief very happy; he directed his son to go into the house and bring out ten bows and arrows made of beast bone, then pointed at the leather shoes on the ground and held up three fingers.

In terms of labor time, making one bow and ten arrows should take no less than the time to make three pairs of shoes; although the leather shoes on the ground were more finely made, that made no difference to the natives.

What they valued was the convenience and lightness and coolness of the shoes.

Chen Yi bent down and pushed out three pairs of shoes, then put the bows and arrows into his large backpack.

The first transaction was quite successful.

Others watched Chen Yi eagerly, wanting to try, but did not step forward to take things themselves.

It seemed that herdsmen living near the city had their own trading rules: everyone gathered around items of interest, the owner of the goods chose the item they liked for exchange, the owner of the exchange item made an offer, and finally the transaction was made.

They might have their own currency, but in 20th-century rural China, barter was still the main trading method, and it was quite normal for herdsmen to exchange practical goods for things.

Merchants including Chen Yi obviously liked this trading method, because for the side with better information flow, barter would significantly increase profits.

Chen Yi looked again and again, then reached out and grabbed a rodent the size of a head. It was wrapped in vine plants and could only move its head and paws.

Its owner was a child of at most twelve or thirteen years old, who happily grabbed a leather shoe and was about to run off.

The Village Chief coughed hard.

The adult beside him casually pulled him back.

"Sorry," the child said weakly, putting down the leather shoe.

Chen Yi smiled like a friendly colonial uncle and said, "One pair of leather shoes for one... what is this called?"

"Kadong."

"Okay, one pair of shoes for one Kadong."

The child broke into a smile, happily jumping around.

This rodent called Kadong was what Chen Yi prepared to use to test travel through the Light Gate. So, for the "Kadong" brought later, he just shook his head.

Seeing that he had little interest in meat and leather, the Village Chief anxiously turned two circles, gritted his teeth, returned to the big tree house behind, and took out three bows and sixty arrows.

Chen Yi gave him ten pairs of shoes without hesitation.

The bows and arrows were not for sale, but to equip the students of the Martial Arts Hall.

In the Saint Qiao Kingdom's Knight Combat Technique, a considerable part belonged to archery courses, and some body technique movements also showed traces of archery.

Compared to firearms with countless troubles, for students at the level of Naked Bear, using bows and arrows was more powerful than using pistols; if trained a bit stronger, a Level 5 Student holding a strong bow could be a Sniper without problem.

Seeing that he was far more interested in military equipment than agricultural products, the natives all went home to get things.

In the pasture area near the city, a small village with over twenty transport beasts was not poor. Every family had at least two or three sets of bows and arrows, and taking out half to exchange was not difficult for them.

Not long after, fifty pairs of leather shoes became twelve bows and arrows and two hundred arrows. Perhaps because Yun Village was a livestock village, their arrows were bone arrows, of quite good quality; although they looked few, they were actually enough. Ancient archers were not submachine guns; after ten arrows were shot, they were basically useless.

With no more leather shoes, slippers became everyone's focus.

A woman, apparently liking their lightness, took out a set of leather armor from behind her, placed it on the ground, pointed at the slippers, and held up four fingers.

Chen Yi nodded.

The so-called leather armor was beast leather wrapped quite tightly, with thickness similar to cowhide, hard as steel.

He took a bone arrow and poked it hard, but could not penetrate it.

This thing could probably defend against pistols.

"Who else has leather armor?" Chen Yi pointed at the thing in his hand.

The women hesitated for a moment, then compromised.

They had plenty of leather, but making light shoes was very difficult. Shoes in Ma La were not cheap either; if counting materials, they cost far more than the leather used to make leather armor.

One hundred pairs of shoes were quickly sold out; Chen Yi stretched lazily and said with a smile, "None left."

The Village Chief enthusiastically invited him to sit in the house.

The latter half-reluctantly agreed. After entering the tree house, he began to observe whether there were traces of fire use, whether there were things like bronze mirrors...

He did not want to become a sacrifice to totem worship. Although the martial value of the village residents seemed far below the level of Knights, on someone else's territory, it was always oneself who suffered losses.

The language barrier was the biggest obstacle; after talking nonsense for most of the day, he finally understood some of the local customs and a bit about distant Ma La; as for places farther away, the Village Chief did not know either.

Before dark, Chen Yi took his leave, carrying a full load of bows and arrows, made a big detour, passed through the Light Gate, and arrived in the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

This time, he was much more relaxed, so under the guidance of Holy Knight Grendel, he trained for nearly thirty hours, and the small lizard was completely battered.

The next day, at 22:30, Chen Yi arrived at the Subway Station on time.

This time, however, he went to New York, driving a fake-plate Raptor wildly, finally choosing carefully a black vagrant of similar build to himself on the streets of Queens, knocking him unconscious, and bringing him to a small hotel, changing him into a full set of new clothes, then dragging him to Times Square.

He wanted to test whether people could enter and exit through the Light Gate.

The small lizard drove the car, cursing in his mouth: "The smell is too terrible; why don't you wash it a bit cleaner?"

"I scrubbed it with a brush; what more can I do?" Chen Yi also covered his nose and said, "Run faster, or he'll wake up soon."

Just as they were about to reach the bustling streets, a gun store's sign flashed by; Chen Yi lightly stepped on the brake and asked, "How is your appetite now?"

"Thirty iron ingots per meal is no problem." Speaking of food, the little lizard was like it had seen its own mother.

"Find an alley to park."

Chen Yi said as he made a left turn.

The car behind honked angrily, to no avail.

Finding a back alley of a restaurant, Chen Yi dragged down the suit-wearing vagrant, then ordered the little lizard to return to palm-sized form, saying: "Sir will take you to eat something good."

"Eat what?" The little lizard excitedly changed colors nonstop, like a moving traffic light.

"Eat guns."

Pushing open the door of the gun shop, a blast of cold air hit him.

Sitting behind the counter was an old white American, looking like an uncle who lived in a fast food joint, his belly as big as a beach ball.

"Look around." He sized Chen Yi up and down, then lowered his head.

This was a supermarket-style gun shop, six rows of counters extending back over a hundred meters, shaped somewhat like the wooden racks for cue sticks in a small billiard room, various long spears hanging with tags, arranged neatly.

The space behind the wooden cabinets was even larger, displaying things like "gun safes."

Besides the boss, there was only one Mexican-American customer in the shop, tattoos hanging from his neck, standing before the glass display case trying out a pistol. Chen Yi pushed a supermarket-style shopping cart past him and saw he was looking at a WWI commemorative edition 1911 model, priced at 2599 yuan, ten times the price of cheap goods, so he knew this person was today like a lady window shopping, purely browsing.

Looking was one thing, but Chen Yi's movements weren't slow; he didn't know much about guns, so he just tossed ones with familiar-looking words into the shopping cart: China's S Semi-automatic, Remington, CLOCK...

After one circle, the shopping cart was full.

The little lizard responded slowly: "You want me to eat these?"

"If we can't finish them, I can store some at home." Chen Yi's expression was calm, but inside he thought collecting qiangxiang was pretty cool.

Chinese people buying guns in New York was very normal; the boss held a pistol magazine and asked: "Your ID, age proof, and residence proof."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and said: "Need those too?"

"Mm-hmm." The boss added: "Any criminal court appearances? Jail time? Discharged from the military..."

Chen Yi looked at the guns in the cart regretfully, thinking: Should I just rob this guy?

"Hey, brother." The Mexican-American came up from behind, smiling: "Want to talk outside?"

Chen Yi followed him out in confusion.

"One thousand US dollars, I'll buy them for you." Standing in the gun shop's alley, the Mexican-American said while fondling his small braid with practiced ease.

"If you trick me, just wait to swim downstream in the Hudson River." Chen Yi said, pulling out two stacks of US dollars from his ring, about forty thousand dollars' worth.

Eight hundred dollar shotguns were mid-range goods; forty thousand dollars could buy everything emptied out, about two hundred thousand's worth.

The Mexican-American widened his eyes, showing an extraordinary love for green US dollars.

"I won't trick you." He licked his lips and walked into the gun shop, buying all the guns in the shopping cart that hadn't been put away yet.

"With bullets."

"How did you get in? You'll be caught."

"Add five hundred." Chen Yi didn't hide anything at all; the legal risk was entirely on the other side, he wasn't afraid of American police.

Hearing there was money, the Mexican-American got excited and asked: "Want training? We have tactical instructors better than Blackwater."

"Give me bullets." Chen Yi grabbed the handcart, watching the boss register gun serial numbers.

The little lizard muttered: "I don't like eating filled ones."

"Are you going to use dried shit as bullets?"

"Is that okay?"

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