Chapter 27 Buying Weapons

Li Banfeng and Qin Xiaopang decided on this business and planned to go to Kuwu Mountain to collect snake chrysanthemums.

That night, Qin Xiaopang went back to pack his bags and invited Li Banfeng to stay at his house for one night, but Li Banfeng declined.

Resident cultivators must stay at home for at least two hours every day. This is the most basic rule of practice. With Qiao Yuesheng's example there, Li Banfeng would not dare to break the rules.

The two made an appointment to meet at the noodle shop at eight o'clock the next day, but Li Banfeng did not have a watch or any timing tools. By the time he arrived at the noodle shop, it was almost noon.

You can't blame Li Banfeng for being a snoozer. In the mobile Curry, there is no distinction between black and white, and the quality of sleep is really good.

Qin Xiaopang was very anxious: "Brother Li, why are you here? We have to hurry up and go to the ditch first."

"What are you doing in Ligou?"

"Buy something handy."

Li Banfeng was puzzled: "Aren't you going up the mountain to collect herbs? Isn't it enough to have a shovel and a sack? Do you need to go to Ligou to buy these things?"

Qin Xiaopang shook his head and said, "It's too late. I'll tell you when we get there."

Li Banfeng invited Li Banfeng to eat two bowls of Yangchun noodles, and Qin Xiaopang ate eight bowls himself. With enough strength, they ran to Ligou together.

Li Banfeng used three points of force, and Qin Xiaopang reluctantly followed behind. As long as the food cultivator is full, his speed and endurance are far superior to ordinary people, and he can barely keep up with the traveling cultivator.

It took Li Banfeng most of the day to walk slowly from Ligou before, but now he ran back and reached Ligou in less than two hours.

Qin Xiaopang ran speechless and took Li Banfeng directly to Archway Street.

As soon as he arrived on this street, Li Banfeng was a little nervous because the He family's old house was nearby and Lu Xiaolan was still in the house.

Qin Xiaopang didn't know about the He family's old house. He was going to Fengji Grocery Store.

The owner of the grocery store was cleaning the shelves with a feather duster. When he saw the two people coming in, he quickly greeted them with a smile: "Boss Qin, I haven't seen much recently. This customer is under your care again."

He recognized Xiaopang Qin, and he also recognized Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng was still wearing the hat he bought from him.

Qin Xiaopang was not in the mood for small talk and asked directly: "Shopkeeper Feng, are there any good guys? I'm going out to catch up on business."

It seemed that Qin Xiaopang's business was not suitable to be discussed at the counter. Shopkeeper Feng called a waiter to look at the door of the store and said to Li Banfeng and Qin Xiaopang: "You two, please come to the back room for a cup of tea."

Li Banfeng and Qin Xiaopang followed Shopkeeper Feng to the back room. The so-called back room had more shelves than the outer room, and the goods were stacked on top of each other. It was very crowded. If it weren't for the coffee table in the center of the room, it would have been just a warehouse.

The three of them sat at the coffee table. Shopkeeper Feng made tea and asked in a low voice: "Don't blame me for talking too much. Let me ask, what business do you two want to do?"

"Bitter mist mountain, picking flowers." Qin Xiaopang answered directly.

Shopkeeper Feng thought for a moment and took a small sickle from the shelf.

The blade of this sickle is only ten centimeters long, and the handle is even shorter, just enough to be held by one hand.

Qin Xiaopang looked at the Xiuzhen sickle, was stunned for a while and said: "Shopkeeper Feng, why did you give me this sickle? This thing is not good at harvesting wheat."

Shopkeeper Feng was also surprised: "Boss Qin, didn't you go to Kuwu Mountain to pick flowers? This sickle is just right for picking flowers."

Qin Xiaopang frowned and said: "I don't treat you as an outsider. You treat me like a melon. Why do I need to come to your place to buy a sickle?"

Shopkeeper Feng said helplessly: "Boss Qin, you said you wanted to pick flowers, and I brought you the guy who picked flowers. What did I do wrong?"

Qin Xiaopang was anxious: "Are you really not understanding, or are you pretending not to understand? Can the flowers in Kuwu Mountain be picked casually?"

Shopkeeper Feng shook his head repeatedly and said: "I really don't understand this time. If you want this sickle, you can have it. If you don't want it, forget it."

During the dispute between the two, Li Banfeng saw some clues.

Qin Xiaopang knew some of the inside story of Kuwu Mountain, but not much.

He also knows a little about the rules of the world, but his understanding is limited.

Li Banfeng grew up in a welfare institution and went to college by working part-time jobs. He met many people and encountered many things. He could tell at a glance that the real Lao Jianghu was Shopkeeper Feng.

Li Banfeng quickly smoothed things over and said to Qin Xiaopang, "Brother, I don't understand either. What do you want to buy?"

Qin Xiaopang frowned: "Buy a weapon!"

"What are you buying a weapon for?"

Qin Xiaopang only explained: "It's easy to pick flowers, but hard to get down from the mountains."

In just this sentence, the secret was made clear.

Snake chrysanthemums are very precious. Many people want to go up the mountain to pick the flowers. I guess there are also many people who want to snatch the flowers. Qin Xiaopang wants to buy a weapon for self-defense.

Shopkeeper Feng naturally understood what Qin Xiaopang meant, and he also replied: "It's easier to go down the mountain with the sickle, but the road will be difficult with the Qinglong knife."

Li Banfeng asked: "How do you say this?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "The one with the sickle is the farmer, and the one with the green dragon sword is Guandi.

Farmers walk in silence, and at most they encounter a thief. If they kill him with a knife, the matter will be over.

Guan Di was walking with the Qinglong Sword, and he had to pass five levels and kill six generals. Without Guan Di's ability, would he still be able to get down this mountain? "

While talking, the shopkeeper touched the edge of the sickle. Li Banfeng was really knowledgeable and saw that it was a good knife.

Li Banfeng said: "How much does this knife cost? I bought it."

Qin Xiaopang stared at him and said, "What's the use of buying this? Let's go to other places and have a look. I have many connections."

Shopkeeper Feng didn't try to persuade him to stay: "Boss Qin, then you go to another place and have a look. I don't have the weapon you want."

Shopkeeper Feng is a good person, and he doesn't want to harm Xiaopang Qin.

Li Banfeng insisted on buying the sickle. The shopkeeper offered 500 yuan. Li Banfeng did not bargain and prepared to borrow 500 yuan from Qin Xiaopang.

Qin Xiaopang was distressed: "It's just such a thing, you want 500 yuan?"

Li Banfeng's wallet was in trouble, and shopkeeper Feng saw it.

The day before yesterday, he helped him find the way. The young man bought a top hat and a feather duster. Shopkeeper Feng remembered it clearly. He was a reasonable person.

"What's your name, sir?"

Li Banfeng replied: "My last name is Li, Li Qi."

"Boss Li, I'll give you this knife on credit. You can pay after you come back from picking flowers."

Give it to me on credit?

Li Banfeng was stunned.

Shopkeeper Feng smiled: "You are a man who can get things done. I trust you."

Li Banfeng thanked him and accepted the sickle.

Shopkeeper Feng took out a small shovel from under the counter, which was more than ten centimeters long, and handed it to Li Banfeng: "Some flowers are deeply rooted and difficult to pick. Do you think this shovel is suitable?"

Li Banfeng took the shovel, looked at its shape, touched the edge of the blade, and asked: "How much is this shovel?"

Shopkeeper Feng smiled and said: "In terms of materials and workmanship, this shovel is better than that sickle. Logically, eight hundred is not expensive. You are a connoisseur. If you think it is suitable, you can take it for seven hundred."

"Seven hundred..." Li Banfeng hesitated. The thing is good, but it is not appropriate to buy it on credit.

Shopkeeper Feng knew Li Banfeng's difficulties: "Take it first. If it fits your hand, you can pay the money. If it doesn't fit your hand, you can return the thing."

Li Banfeng took the shovel and wanted to buy a few cloth bags from the shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Feng gave two bags: "Two bags are enough. Flowers are easy to pick, but not easy to carry down the mountain."

Li Banfeng listened to the advice, and Shopkeeper Feng smiled and said: "Do you want to buy anything else?"

There are no windows in Suishenju, so he can't see the sun and the moon, and can't distinguish between black and white. Li Banfeng wants to buy a watch.

Shopkeeper Feng took out a pocket watch. The watch body is two circles larger than a one-yuan coin. The shiny silver case can reflect a person's shadow.

Snap!

Press open the case, and twelve exquisite scales are embossed on the white dial.

The crown, that is, the handle for winding the pocket watch, is located at twelve o'clock. Shopkeeper Feng pinched the handle, twisted it a few times, and pulled the handle out two notches.

Li Banfeng has seen this kind of mechanical watch. The crown is not pulled out for winding. It is pulled out one notch for adjusting the watch, and it is pulled out two notches for adjusting the calendar.

There is no calendar on this dial. What is he doing by pulling out two notches?

Tick, tick~

The pocket watch made the sound of a music box.

Such a familiar tune, I seem to have heard it somewhere before.

Shopping mall? Restaurant?

A VIP upstairs?

Li Banfeng has worked in all these places, he has a deep impression of this tune, but he still can't remember the name.

I haven't listened to music for a long time.

This sound makes Li Banfeng feel so familiar.

"How much is this watch?"

Shopkeeper Feng held up the watch chain: "Che Manguo pocket watch, if it's genuine, it's refundable, 2,200, but I can't give it to you on credit."

Li Banfeng was a little tempted, but the price was staggering.

Qin Xiaopang said impatiently: "What's the point of buying this thing! It's better to buy a clock!"

Shopkeeper Feng smiled and said nothing.

Qin Xiaopang urged to go quickly, Li Banfeng glanced at the shelf to see if there was anything else that could be used, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a strange object.

It was a wooden cabinet, a simple mahogany cabinet, the size of which was the same as two bedside tables stacked together, with three metal trumpet flowers on top of the cabinet.

To be precise, it was not a morning glory, but three speakers. One was very big, with the mouth of the speaker bigger than the mouth of a plate, and the other two were much smaller, with the mouths of the speakers being about the size of a fist.

"Is this a record player?" Li Banfeng's eyes lit up. He had seen this thing on TV, a machine that played music with records.

"Record player?" Shopkeeper Feng shook his head, "This is not called a record player."

It doesn't matter what it's called.

If there is a record player, it means there is electricity.

If there is electricity, you can charge your phone.

If you charge your phone, the world will be perfect!

Even if there is no mobile phone signal, at least you don't have to buy a watch.

But Shopkeeper Feng's answer disappointed Li Banfeng: "We don't have anything with electricity here. This is a phonograph, which is not charged."

Li Banfeng couldn't figure it out. How could this thing make a sound without electricity?

It wasn't until today that he knew that the most primitive record player had nothing to do with electricity or magnetism, but only with two things, the needle and the record.

Shopkeeper Feng put a bakelite record on the tray of the record player, took out a crank from the drawer under the record player, inserted it into the record player, and turned it vigorously for more than ten times.

This is to wind up the record player.

When the spring is fully wound, a pin is pushed, and the record rotates rapidly on the tray.

Shopkeeper Feng put the needle on the record, and the song with a little noise floated out from the trumpet.

"Floating~clouds~dispersed,

The bright moon shines on people,

Reunion is perfect,

Today is drunk~"

The moon is full and the flowers are beautiful.

The principle of the ancient phonograph is very simple.

There are different depths of lines on the record. These lines are engraved on the record by the needle while vibrating in the sound of the song.

Now let the needle wander on the lines on the record, and the sound produced by friction reproduces the song at that time.

This is the acoustic principle of the phonograph.

The sound quality is not good, and it is even a bit rough.

But Li Banfeng liked this song very much and enjoyed it very much.

Unfortunately, the time was a little short. In less than three minutes, the needle slid to the end, the spring also reached the end, and the record stopped.

Qin Xiaopang looked disdainful: "What's so good about this? To listen to a song, you have to turn the handle for a long time. It's not strenuous enough."

"You can listen to the song even if you don't want to wind it up." Shopkeeper Feng took a new record and put it on the tray.

He took an iron cup and added two cups of water to the small speaker next to the big speaker.

Shopkeeper Feng struck a match and opened a small door on the lower right of the record player.

Inside the door was a secret compartment, in which was fixed an iron box, which was half a box of grease, with a candle wick in the middle of the grease.

The candle wick was lit, and a cluster of flames filled the entire secret compartment.

Li Banfeng didn't know what kind of oil it was, but he could feel the scorching temperature from a long distance.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!

The small speaker on the right side of the big speaker spewed out water mist rhythmically.

The small speaker on the left is responsible for adding water, and the small speaker on the right is responsible for exhausting steam.

What is this operation?

Could it be that...

The record started to rotate on the record player.

A steam-driven phonograph?

How sophisticated is this machine?

Li Banfeng widened his eyes, and the education he had received in the past ten years was challenged again.

After waiting for about a minute, the speed of the record gradually stabilized, and Manager Feng placed the needle on the record.

"The butterfly~flies~fly away,

The heart is not there either,

Who will come in the long and bleak night,

Wipe the tears on the cheek~~"

Wild grass and flowers grow in spring.

What a beautiful song.

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