Chapter 205: Eating Without Meat, Throwing Away Is a Bai Xia

Wang Li's words hit Wang An's heart, and also hit Mu Xueli's head like a blow.

Because Mu Xueli was only thinking about being happy, but didn't think about how this thing could be turned into money!

Wang An thought about it and said: "It doesn't seem to have much use now, but it will turn into money sooner or later. Just keep it at home for now. Maybe in a few years, this thing can be sold secretly."

"Brother-in-law, you say this thing, is it a bit like what Cao Cao said, 'chicken ribs,' eating without meat, throwing away is a waste." Mu Xueli also sighed and said.

"That's called 'tasteless to eat, a pity to discard'!" Wang Li retorted.

"What? Is there any difference in what I said? Does it make you have a diploma?" Mu Xueli's mouth could start a war at any time.

"You can't even distinguish between 2 and 3, what are you arrogant about?" Wang Li's mouth was also practiced, and he said unconvinced.

"Then you can distinguish it, didn't you also get kicked?" Mu Xueli's thinking was always so jumpy.

"You are just a big off-track, you don't have the appearance of being an older brother at all." Wang Li never fell behind.

"The Little Days have always been China's grandson, didn't he beat his grandfather?" Mu Xueli was going off-track again.

"The Little Days are unfilial, back then..." Wang Li hadn't finished speaking when Wang An said helplessly: "Can you two shut up?"

Both closed their mouths at the same time!

"You two go move the boxes, open them and take a look, day after day, no serious business." Wang An instructed.

The two smiled at each other, moved the four larger boxes in order, and untied the cowhide ropes on them. The quality of these cowhide ropes was truly quite good; after so many years, they were still very soft.

The two lifted the large boxes, but didn't say the boxes were heavy. Wang An was also puzzled about what was inside.

After opening them all, Mu Xueli and Wang Li showed expressions of disappointment. Mu Xueli even said: "Aren't these just calligraphy and paintings? They are about the same as the pile in my house. What's the use of this thing? This Little Days truly has a problem."

Mu Xueli's words might also be what Wang Li thought, so Wang Li didn't refute this time, but echoed: "Yes, this Little Days truly has a problem with his brain."

Wang An only said one sentence: "These are ancient calligraphy and paintings!"

Then Wang An didn't explain much, because these things were just starting to have a sign now, and their value in a few years would be fundamentally immeasurable.

However, Mu Xueli saying "the pile in my house" made Wang An care. But thinking that he had reminded his father-in-law, it should be fine. If there is a chance, let Mu Xueqing remind him again.

Wang An casually closed the lids of the four boxes and pointed to the two slightly smaller boxes, signaling the two to continue moving.

After these two boxes were opened, Mu Xueli and Wang Li were even more disappointed, because these two boxes were full of paper, accurately speaking, paper with Little Days characters on it. It was just that none of the three knew what was written on this paper!

However, Wang An felt that these papers must have value; otherwise, the Little Days couldn't have put them into these boxes. One must know that there was half a bucket of paper ash in that iron bucket.

And these papers that the Little Days didn't want to burn back then, would they be a pile of waste paper? That was absolutely impossible.

Wang An casually closed the two boxes and pointed to the remaining six large boxes.

This time, there was no need to lift them, because the two couldn't lift them at all.

After opening the boxes, the three were stunned again, because these six large boxes were all damn ironware. Let alone the two lifting them, even if four people lifted them, it would be quite strenuous! But if 6 people lifted them, it would be much easier!

Wang An couldn't help but wonder, with the Little Days' short stature, how were they going to transport such large boxes?

These six large boxes were nothing else, all guns and mortars, and all were big guys!

Two boxes of 38-type rifles, using 6.5mm bullets. This thing had a quite large quantity in the Northeast, but they were all old guns, just like Mu Xueli's Mosin-Nagant, all old guys that couldn't be older!

And whether it was the 38-type rifle or the Mosin-Nagant, they had been used quite a bit during the war, so many 38-type rifles and Mosin-Nagants were actually just for display and couldn't be used at all.

The power of the 38-type rifle was not as good as the Zhongzheng rifle, and even less as good as the 56-semi-automatic.

But one has to admit that this thing was relatively very sturdy and durable. After so many years, just like the Mosin-Nagant, there were now a small number of mountain-goers using this gun when hunting.

The third box was a box of light machine guns. Because they all had flash hiders, the Little Days called them 99-type machine guns. The most awesome thing about this thing was that they could all be fitted with bayonets, and next to these guns was a pile of bayonets that hadn't been installed on the guns.

It was just that what Wang An had always been very puzzled about was that the light machine gun was dead heavy. What was the point of fitting a bayonet? With the Little Days' donkey-whip-length height, it was already damn strenuous to run while holding the gun. Using this thing for bayonet fighting was just nonsense!

However, Wang An looked at the pile of separate bayonets that weren't installed on the guns and suddenly thought that this thing should have been used by the Little Days to commit seppuku at the last moment!

Hmm, that's the only explanation. Otherwise, fitting a bayonet on a machine gun was absolutely a brain-damaged idea!

The fourth box was a box of mortars.

The other two smaller boxes were a box of mortar shells and a box of bullets.

For weapons, as long as you are a man, you like them. This might be human nature, so Wang Li said to Wang An with a smile: "Fourth Brother, can I take one of these 38-type rifles to use? This thing is better than a pipe gun anyway."

Mu Xueli said: "Let's take a machine gun. This thing is fierce, use it for hunting, it must be very satisfying."

Wang An looked at these two idiots and didn't know what to say, because Wang An understood guns very well, so Wang An thought about it and said to Wang Li first:

"With so many 'Big Unities,' isn't buying a new 56-semi-automatic better than a 38-type rifle? Besides, these guns have been here for so many years. Look at the rust on the guns; it's not certain if they can be used. And those bullets, I guess they are also quite bad. Aren't you afraid of the chamber exploding and killing you?"

After finishing with Wang Li, Wang An said to Mu Xueli: "You use this thing for hunting, this thing is dead heavy. How far can you run while holding it? Besides, what kind of animal is it? You have to use a machine gun to spray? After spraying, can the prey still be of any use?"

Mu Xueli and Wang Li blinked, but Wang An's words were still very effective, which made the two give up the idea of taking the guns.

Then Mu Xueli said: "Brother-in-law, then in that case, is this another pile of 'chicken ribs'?"

"Yes, eating without meat, throwing away is a waste," Wang An said with a laugh.

After Wang An finished speaking, the three laughed together. After Mu Xueli laughed, he said arrogantly to Wang Li: "Look, brother-in-law also said so."

Wang Li rolled his eyes at Mu Xueli and then said: "Your brother-in-law can also distinguish between 2 and 3, why don't you learn?"

Seeing that the two were about to start nonsense again, Wang An hurriedly said: "You two shut up, move these gold and calligraphy and paintings and 'Big Unities' out, and leave the rest here."

After Wang An finished speaking, the three began to work together to dump this pile of "chicken ribs"!

It can't be said that they were all chicken ribs. At the very least, the leather suitcase wasn't. "Big Unities" were needed by everyone in this era.

In fact, Wang An calculated an account, which is that one yuan in this era is equivalent to about 200 yuan in the time Wang An was reborn. Because whether it was wages or prices, one yuan was equivalent to 200 yuan at that time. Even if there was an error, it was about the same!

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