Chapter 346

In the morning, after breakfast, Zhang Shuya, wearing Mu Xueqing's roe deer skin overcoat and riding Wang An's white horse, walked toward Xing'an Commune.

To tell the truth, Zhang Shuya's personality was indeed quite good, giving people a feeling of being very forthright.

However, although Zhang Shuya looked good and had a good figure, the men who had contact with her wouldn't have that kind of desire between men and women for her.

Simply put, this woman didn't have a bit of femininity; she was too manly!

After Zhang Shuya left, Wang An drove the sled and headed straight for the dugout in the mountains without hesitation.

Actually, normally speaking, riding a horse must be faster than driving a sled, but entering the deep mountains, it was completely not that kind of thing.

For a horse, carrying a person and walking, and pulling a person and walking, are completely different.

Carrying a person and walking, a horse might be exhausted in an hour, but pulling a sled and walking, three or four hours is no problem.

Of course, for a person, it's the same; carrying a bag of grain and walking, and dragging a bag of grain and walking, can they be the same?

So Wang An, even if he was anxious, chose to drive the sled, not ride a horse.

It's unknown when the snow stopped yesterday, but it didn't fall very deep, just over the instep.

This thickness of snow has no presence in the Northeast, because no one takes it to heart at all.

Galloping all the way, two hours later, Wang An arrived near the dugout.

However, Wang An didn't choose the road he took down the mountain yesterday, but chose to take a detour.

Because in this way, Wang An could drive the sled directly to the main entrance of the dugout.

What made Wang An happy was that near the dugout's courtyard and in the courtyard where the dugout was located, there wasn't a single footprint, only a few brand-new roe deer footprints.

This kind of dugout in the mountains, if no one is living inside, the dugout's main gate won't be closed.

That is to say, from yesterday when Wang An and the others left until now, no one had come to the dugout.

Tying the large horse outside the gate, without paying attention to those few roe deer footprints, Wang An ran into the dugout room in one breath.

At this time, in the dugout, there wasn't a bit of thick smoke, but quite a bit of snow had been blown in.

However, Wang An wouldn't care about these; Wang An only cared about the secret Brother Nine left here yesterday.

Even in broad daylight, the light in this dugout was very dark; suddenly drilling in here from the white world, Wang An felt he had become blind.

Adapting for quite a while, Wang An finally could see the things in the dugout clearly.

The dugout thing, the kang and the stove are connected; the common saying "directly onto the kang across the stove pit" refers to this kind.

Besides the relatively conspicuous kang and stove, there were also the pickle jars, water vats, and cutting boards left by the Old Mountain Dog before he died.

And besides these, the first thing Wang An saw was a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle hanging on the wall near the inside of the kang.

Although the vision wasn't very good, this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle also looked very new.

I have to say, this position for hanging the gun was seriously quite good; if a person was lying on the kang, they could take down this Type 56 semi-automatic rifle with one reach.

Beside the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, there was also a brown pistol holster hanging, but only the holster, no gun.

On the kang, there was a pillow; this pillow was quite awesome; it had been polished by people's heads until it was black and shiny.

However, on the inside of this pillow near the wall, there was a broken sack; it looked like it was thrown there casually, not eye-catching at all...

The reason why this broken sack was said to be not eye-catching was because this sack was full of patches, and patches were stacked on top of patches.

The main thing was that this sack also looked very dirty. Wang An believed that even in this era, if this broken sack were thrown on the street, absolutely no one would pick it up.

However, when Wang An saw this broken sack, his eyes instantly lit up.

Who would be bored enough to put a dirty and broken sack by the pillow?

Although the pillow looked damn not as clean as the sack, the feeling it gave was that it was different!

So Wang An, with a face full of joy, got on the kang.

Grabbing the sack, damn, used too little strength; this sack was damn quite heavy.

Using strength again, Wang An pulled the sack over, then poured all the things in the sack onto the kang.

Looking at the pile of things in front of him, Wang An's mood instantly became very refreshed.

This sense of refreshment was not inferior at all to the refreshment of having a session with a woman.

Wang An, while rummaging, counted; it was seen that in this pile of things.

There were 9 bundles of large unity notes, 1 small bundle of rubles, a small bundle of foreign exchange certificates, 3 bundles of fine grain coupons, 5 bundles of coarse grain coupons, 1 bundle of oil coupons, 1 bundle of meat coupons, and 1 bundle of salt coupons, and also scattered cloth coupons, match coupons, bicycle coupons, etc.

It could be seen that the personnel expenses of everyone in the forbidden area were all mastered by Brother Nine.

And these things, except for rubles and foreign exchange certificates, were all things Wang An could use now.

Besides these money and coupons, there were also 10 gold bars weighing 2 liang each, and a jade-made plaque with gold edges.

On the plaque, the uppercase character "Nine" was carved.

Seeing this plaque, Wang An's thoughts suddenly thought of the fact that in his past life, he had also seen such a plaque.

However, the number on that plaque was the uppercase character "Five."

If one were to say these two plaques had no relationship, then beat Wang An to death, Wang An wouldn't believe it.

In Wang An's view, this was nothing more than some kind of token among a gang of people, or it was a symbol of status and position.

Besides these valuable things, the rest were a pile of things that were of no use to Wang An.

That is, a quite large quantity of "earth smoke balls," a few lumps of "black paste" the size of a fist, and 2 packs of "white powder," which was an upgraded product of "earth smoke balls."

Of course, there were also two "opium pipes."

After putting these things away again, a small notebook stapled with cigarette box paper caught Wang An's eye.

However, it was all names of individual people; for Wang An, this notebook wasn't as useful as toilet paper.

If this notebook were handed to Zhang Shuya, it should be able to solve many problems.

It's just that, one has to think of a suitable reason.

Putting the sack aside, Wang An took the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle off the wall; the gun number wasn't filed off, it was seriously quite good.

However, when Wang An looked at that pistol holster, he always felt there should be a gun inside.

Then Wang An's gaze subconsciously looked at the pillow that had been polished until it was shiny.

Sure enough, under the pillow was exactly that Type 54 that should have been in the holster.

Only until now, Wang An's own Type 54 still hadn't appeared!

(End of chapter)