Southern Type 14 8mm semi-automatic pistol, commonly known as the bastard box.
This pistol was the standard issue for the Japanese army back then.
Its most famous thing is that it has so many malfunctions that it is jokingly called a pistol that often malfunctions when committing suicide.
At this moment, Sun Jinzhong's eyes kept falling on the tortoise box he took out from the wooden box and the dozen or so bullets that matched it.
This tortoise box has gone through years of precipitation, and there is already a lot of rust on the barrel.
Perhaps at that time, the gun was malfunctioning, so it was left in the wooden box by the Japanese soldiers and was not taken away with them.
"What? Brother Zhong, have you fallen in love with this thing? This is a dangerous item. If you hide this thing privately, if someone reports you, you will have to stay there for a year and a half!"
Chen Hai on the other side also squatted down next to the wooden box.
When he saw Sun Jinzhong with his eyes shining, he still didn't know what was going on in this guy's mind!
To be honest, firearms are inherently attractive to young people like him and Sun Jinzhong.
However, Chen Hai has good self-control.
He knows what the core values of socialism are, and he will never touch anything that may violate the law unless he is forced to do so.
"I'm scared. There are so many of these things among the people!"
"How many of the teenage boys in our village have never made a powder gun for fun?"
"Your cousin and I have been thinking about getting a real gun for a long time, but I haven't found a way yet!"
"Old cousin, in the middle of the night, I followed you to dig holes in the barren mountains and wilderness. There is no credit but hard work."
"I want to discuss with you. I don't want anything in the wooden box. I just want this bastard box and these bullets. What do you think?"
After laughing a few times, Sun Jinzhong tentatively spoke and asked Chen Hai.
The gun ban law has actually been enacted for a long time.
However, in these small counties below, management in this area has never been too strict.
Suburban villages like Yanbei Village are a little better, and there are basically no firearms.
In that kind of remote mountain village, it is absolutely simple and easy to find a few shotguns.
In this day and age, if an old lady sets up a stall to play balloons, she will be taken away as a concealed gun and sentenced to ten or eight years. Such outrageous things are definitely impossible to happen.
"Brother Zhong, if you want this bastard box, just take it!"
"If you give this thing to me, I won't even think it's easy to handle."
Smiling, Chen Hai added: "If you don't want anything else, you want this. I hope you won't regret it in the future!"
Next to the wooden box, Chen Hai had already roughly inspected the bottles and jars that Sun Jinzhong disdained while talking.
Although the appearance is average and the quality is not good, these bottles and jars seem to be of some age and can barely be considered antiques.
Chen Hai didn't know much about antiques.
However, with the dim candlelight, he found the words "Qianlong Year System" near the mouth of one of the jars.
In his opinion, the bottles and jars in front of him were more or less worth money.
It was precisely for this reason that at this moment, he spoke politely and reminded Sun Jinzhong.
"There's nothing to regret about this. Apart from this gun, I don't like anything else."
"Put this thing on your waist and walk around the street. How majestic and domineering it will be!"
"Those old gangsters on the street, after they catch a glimpse of this thing on my waist, they will probably have to be respectful and call me Zhongge in front of me!"
After laughing a few times, Sun Jinzhong said proudly.
While he was speaking, he stood up and pretended to pin the rusty tortoise box on his waistband.
Looking at Sun Jinzhong who had the barrel of the gun stuffed into his trousers, with only half of the gun handle exposed, Chen Hai had a strange look on his face.
He opened his mouth and reminded him kindly: "Brother Zhong, you didn't even check to see if there were bullets inside, so you just stuffed this thing into your pants?"
"Guns like the Bastard Box are notorious for misfiring easily!"
"Aren't you worried that if there are bullets in the gun, it accidentally goes off and shoots you off?"
At this point, Chen Hai, who had already covered his mouth, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
"ah……"
Sun Jinzhong was shocked and quickly took out the tortoise box from his waistband.
After fiddling with it for a while, he took out the magazine inside and made sure there was no bullet inside, and then he felt relieved.
"Brother Zhong, if you want a gun and bullets, I have no objection."
"But I have to remind you, you'd better hide these things and don't take them out casually. But don't get caught because of this!"
Chen Hai spoke again and warned.
"Don't worry, old cousin, I know how to do things properly."
"Just in case, if something happens, I will bear the responsibility alone and I will never involve you!"
No worries, Sun Jinzhong responded casually.
He had carefully put away the bullets found in the wooden box, and the tortoise box was also pinned back to his waist again.
Sun Jinzhong had already said this, and Chen Hai couldn't say anything more.
After all, my cousin is already in his early twenties and is no longer a child.
He should know in his mind what he should do and what he should not do.
As a cousin, if I really say too much, I might even make him unhappy and offend him.
Taking off his shirt, Chen Hai carefully wrapped the six or seven bottles and jars.
As for the tin cans containing military rations, he naturally had no interest in them and simply ignored them.
"Brother Zhong, help me, dig a hole in this cave and bury the skeleton!"
Chen Hai gently put aside the jacket that contained the bottles and jars, and greeted Sun Jinzhong.
"Just bury it here? Why don't you bury it outside?"
Sun Jinzhong was stunned and asked.
Regarding the matter of burying the bones, Chen Hai told him when he first got into the cave, and he had no objection.
When he spoke at this moment, he was just a little confused.
"I have done my best to let her rest in peace and save her body from being buried in a cave."
"I am not her descendant, so it is not my obligation to choose a geomantic treasure place for her burial!"
Chen Hai smiled and explained casually.
With a tortoise box pinned to his waistband, Sun Jinzhong was full of energy, and his courage seemed to have grown a lot.
After digging a small pit, he unexpectedly took the initiative to help move the skeleton of the woman in colorful clothes into the pit.
After burying the bones, the two old men restored the dug cave to its previous appearance.
They were busy until about twelve o'clock in the evening, and then Sun Jinzhong and Chen Hai set off on their way back with their shovels and their respective harvests.