Chapter 162: Those Who Know the Times are Heroes

"Haha, Old Village Chief, how can you be so sure there are supplies in the car? What if it's empty?"

Zhang Su spread his hands and said with a smile.

"Young man, after the disaster broke out, there were always people who wanted to go north to take refuge in the mountains. We charge this fee every time. We are fair and honest, and we bear our own losses. Don't worry for us. Hehe..."

Ma Changshou smiled very shrewdly.

The people around Zhang Su felt very strange. Although their side didn't have obvious hostility, everyone was carrying a gun. Was the other party blind? Couldn't they see it?

Under these circumstances, to dare to openly demand supplies, there were only two possibilities...

Either Xidaying Village had a powerful reliance sufficient to deal with the current situation, or these people in front of them had a bit of a slow brain.

The possibility of the second was very small, because in the apocalypse, there were people with slow brains, but they would never become the main person in charge!

Zhang Su naturally considered these factors, pondered for a moment, and said: "There are indeed supplies in that vehicle, but they may not be what you need. Why don't you tell me what you are currently lacking? We can make some more valuable exchanges. Isn't that better?"

As soon as this was said, the people in Xidaying Village immediately started whispering to each other, seeming to think Zhang Su's proposal was very good.

Seeing the other party discussing, Zhang Su didn't urge them and also discussed the situation with a few quick-witted companions beside him. Finally, everyone agreed that it was better to probe the other party's bottom line first.

Zhang Su smiled awkwardly and asked suspiciously: "Old Village Chief, are you not short of food and drink?"

"Old thing..."

"Young man, you haven't lived in the countryside, have you?"

"We have some fuel, Old Village Chief, tell me, how much do you want?"

Zhang Su didn't state a specific share, waiting for the other party to open the price, and then he would bargain.

Except for the fuel, they didn't have any of the things mentioned by the other party...

Zhang Su grabbed Lu Yubo, who was about to curse, glared at him, and then looked at Ma Changshou again: "Old Village Chief, you can really joke. One thousand liters is nearly a ton! Not to mention whether it can be carried, with so much fuel in the car, isn't it a mobile bomb?"

Ma Changshou waved his hands repeatedly. He didn't represent himself, but the interests of many people behind him.

"Have all the people in your car gotten off?"

"Sixty liters? No, no, it's too far off. Sixty liters is only enough for two of you to pass. No, no."

"Fine, young man, you are the most stable person who has passed through here in these days, without shouting or getting angry. I won't ask for an exorbitant price. There are twenty of you in total, not counting that little dog. Fifty liters of fuel per person, exactly one thousand liters!"

After hearing the other party's request, Zhang Su secretly rolled his eyes. He thought to himself, it would have been better not to mention this suggestion and just bargain directly.

Ma Changshou explained very patiently: "Every household in the village has stored grain. We won't starve to death until next spring. We don't worry about drinking water; the well hasn't frozen! But the temperature is dropping too fast. In previous years, we bought coal in October. This year, we can't buy coal. Everyone is cold. Cutting down trees for warmth is not a long-term solution."

Ma Changshou asked.

"Don't mess around!"

"Haha..."

Zhang Su nodded. This is also why people often say that in small disasters, you go to the city, but in great disasters, you go to the countryside. When you really reach this apocalypse, only the vast and sparsely populated countryside has more opportunities to survive.

Zhang Su looked back and nodded: "All here."

He reported two barrels less, keeping them for later use.

A group of villagers discussed for several minutes. Ma Changshou looked at Zhang Su again: "Young man, your proposal is very reasonable. We all think it's not bad. Just now we summarized it. We are currently short of many things, mainly coal, liquefied gas, fuel, diesel, preferably coal."

"Don't mention one thousand liters. To be honest, we have two barrels now, a total of sixty liters."

"Brother Su, we are going north all the way. There are quite a few villages on both sides of the road. If they all block the road and rob like this, we can't take it. Let's just show our cards!"

Lu Yubo whispered in Zhang Su's ear.

"Young man, don't try to fool old farmer me with fake things, no way!"

Ma Changshou saw Lu Yubo touch the rifle on his shoulder and revealed a calm smile, with a lot of disdain in his eyes.

"Old Village Chief, how do you know what we're holding is fake?"

Zhang Su patted the rifle on his chest and asked with a smile.

Ma Changshou shook his head and laughed: "Heh, young man, you are not the first batch of survivors holding toy guns. We have encountered several batches of people who were in your situation, but not as exaggerated as you!"

Zheng Xinyu and the others finally understood why the other party was fearless. They were too smart for their own good.

"Oh?" Zhang Su felt it was interesting and asked: "How are we exaggerated?"

Ma Changshou seemed to love talking and didn't show any impatience, saying slowly: "If you were holding real things, would you be arguing with old farmer me here? Besides, you also know our national conditions, gun control is very strict. Like the rifles you have on you, ninety-nine percent are fake. Only this iron pipe of mine is the real thing!"

During the conversation, Ma Changshou lifted his clothes and pulled out a double-barreled gun about a ruler long from behind his waist. It was hard to say if it was a pistol, a shotgun, or a double-barreled spray?

In short, the craftsmanship looked very rough at a glance; it must have been welded by some master in the village.

Whoosh.

A cold wind blew, brushing the hair of the people on both sides of the roadblock. The atmosphere at the scene became very quiet.

"Hehehe..."

Zhang Su suddenly laughed and said: "Old Village Chief, this homemade gun has created quite a lot of income for you, right?"

"That's right. In today's society, having a gun makes you a king. Young man, I advise you not to think of crooked ways. Honestly hand over the supplies and happily go north to escape. Listen to advice and you'll be full!"

Ma Changshou leaned on his cane with his left hand and pointed to the earth, and held the gun to the sky with his right hand. The style of pointing to the sky and the earth was quite imposing.

"Hey, did you guys loot a toy store in the city?"

"I see it must be. These rifles are so neat, hahaha."

"Hey, take fifty liters less fuel, it's fine, just give us two guns. The kids in the village will definitely like them!"

The villagers beside Ma Changshou were very relaxed, completely not putting Zhang Su's group in their eyes.

In terms of weapons, they had more than one fire gun. In terms of numbers, they didn't fall behind. If they really fought, they wouldn't be afraid at all.

"Are our guns very fake?"

Zheng Xinyu asked Zhong Xiaoshan a bit foolishly.

Zhong Xiaoshan touched the cold gun barrel: "Not really, I feel they have quite a texture."

"The fellow villagers haven't seen the real thing, they are stupidly cute, hehehe." The effeminate Lu Leiyang covered his mouth and giggled, instantly giving the people around him goosebumps.

Zhang Su walked up, shrugged helplessly, and said: "I originally saw that you worked hard to clean up this area, so I intended to pay a little hard work fee, but you directly pulled out guns. How can we talk now?"

Ma Changshou laughed: "Young man, it's me talking to you, not you talking to me. We have finished talking. One thousand liters of fuel, or all the supplies on that big car. Choose for yourself."

"You said before that if we were holding real things, we wouldn't be polite to you. That's not right." Zhang Su shook his head and said: "Because I don't want to bully the weak, I'm talking to you properly! Old Village Chief, remember one sentence: experience will only deceive those who believe in it!"

With that, Zhang Su clicked the safety, raised the rifle in his hand, aimed at the zombies on the Czech hedgehogs, and pulled the trigger.

Tat-tat, tat-tat, tat-tat-tat-tat.

A burst of fierce gunfire rang through the clouds. White smoke mixed with firelight erupted from the muzzle. Bullets hit the zombie corpses, and the fragile tissues were directly beaten into a pile of mud. Flesh and blood splashed, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Thirty bullets were poured out in just over ten seconds. The shell casings clattered to the ground, the sound crisp and pleasant.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the fields, impacting the hearts of Ma Changshou and the others. All the villagers unconsciously retreated. Some held their heads with both hands, and others even lay directly on the ground, with fear and disbelief in their eyes.

The Corgi Haoyun was also frightened by the gunfire, wandered to Zheng Xinyu's back and lay down, covering its head with its paws...

Click, click-click!

Unload the magazine, pull out the spare magazine to top it off, pull the bolt to load—a set of actions, although not tactical beauty, could be considered decent!

He had fired automatic rifles a lot in games, but this was his first time in the real world. Zhang Su felt his arms and shoulders were numb from the vibration, thinking to himself that he shouldn't fire fully automatic in the future, only point-fire.

Silence.

After the echoing gunfire fell, only silence remained in everyone's ears. Zombies appeared in the far distance, taking stumbling steps and moving slowly toward the highway, posing no threat.

"Do you still want supplies?"

Zhang Su reloaded the bullets and stood in a high-ready position, the muzzle pointing straight at Ma Changshou and his group.

The boss had set the posture, so the team members naturally didn't dawdle and pointed their guns in a defensive stance. The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly filled with a murderous feeling!

"No, don't want them anymore. Quick, quick, clear a path, quick!"

Ma Changshou licked his dry lips and waved his arms to command the villagers to move the Czech hedgehogs. The fear in his eyes was as thick as ink and couldn't be dissolved.

Soon, the roadblocks on the bridge were cleared to the sides. Ma Changshou had long since put away his broken fire gun and walked to Zhang Su with a smile, saying: "Master, you can go."

"Just now I was a young man, now I've become a master? This seniority grows really fast!"

Zhang Su dug his ears. The gunfire was too loud and had loosened his earwax.

"We didn't recognize Mount Tai, sorry, really sorry. May I ask the master's name?" Ma Changshou and a group of villagers had a very low posture, interpreting "those who know the times are heroes" vividly.

He still didn't believe that all twenty people on Zhang Su's side had real guns, but even if there was only one real thing, it was enough to suppress their village to death.

Fighting with a homemade fire gun against an automatic rifle, wasn't that looking for trouble?

"Zhang. Don't call me master, it's very ugly! Since you're sorry, then show some sincerity. Just now I fired thirty bullets, ten jin of rice and ten jin of flour per bullet! Total?"

Zhang Su asked.

The villagers were stunned. Wasn't this purely trying to rob but getting robbed instead?

Bad luck!

Ma Changshou didn't dare not agree and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Boss Zhang wants six hundred jin of rice and flour, then six hundred jin of rice and flour. I'll have someone prepare it for Boss Zhang right away!"

"Boss..." Zhang Su found the title Ma Changshou gave him interesting. He was indeed a small boss before.

"Zhuzi, Jia Master, you two follow the villagers to get the rice and flour. If anyone dares to play tricks, shoot them in the head, so as not to cause trouble for the villagers if they turn into zombies. We focus on good service, sending people to the west!"

"No tricks, no tricks, Boss Zhang, don't worry, we are all honest people, how could we play tricks!"

Ma Changshou waved his hands constantly, scared green in the face. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if two automatic rifles were fired in the village.

"Old Village Chief, if you want to continue doing this kind of business, you must strengthen your armament, at least one fire gun per person. Today, you met me, a kind person, and I'm easy to talk to. If you met someone with a violent temper, think about how terrible that would be."

Zhang Su taught earnestly.

Ma Changshou didn't dare to refute anything and nodded constantly: "Yes, yes, Boss Zhang, you are right. We were too arrogant, too ignorant."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 163 =====