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Chapter 37, Guns and Letters

At the entrance of a camp somewhere at the foot of the Lesser Khingan Mountains, Wang Duoyu and his men didn't know what the place was called. Anyway, after they helped carry the wounded back, they took the initiative to retreat.

"Thank you, comrades. However, you must keep this a secret. You must not tell anyone about our camp, and you must not tell anyone about what you saw and heard today. Otherwise, you will be committing a crime. You could be sent to a labor camp at the very least, or even a peanut at the worst. Do you understand?"

The army has its own regulations. Wang Duoyu and his friends were not very clear about them, but they were definitely willing to abide by them, so they agreed readily.

On the way back, Wang Duoyu and his friends talked about the equipment they were carrying, because the soldiers were not carrying Type 63 automatic rifles, but Type 56 family packs.

Starting from 1969, the Type 63 automatic rifle was equipped on a large scale, but as the pressure grew, the arsenal had to modify the design and manufacturing process of the original Type 63 automatic rifle in order to increase production.

For example, the manufacturing method of the receiver was changed from integral forging to a punching and riveting combination process. Although this change saved production time, it weakened the rigidity of the receiver, making the Type 63 automatic rifle prone to deformation during high-intensity use, further affecting its performance.

Because of the occurrence of active defects, the Type 63 gradually became disliked by soldiers, so in 1977 and 1978, the Type 63 was forced to withdraw and the original configuration was restored.

This is the equipment that Wang Duoyu and his team see now, that is, in a squad, the configuration is "five-six assault three, five-six half four, and squad light machine gun one".

"Uncle, you said you don't like those Type 56 guns. Do you want those foreign guns?"

When talking about firearms, Wang Jianchao and the others were all very interested, but as they were chatting, Wang Duoyu made his own comments, and then Zheng Baoyin raised his own questions.

Perhaps in his opinion, if domestic rifles are not good enough, then foreign products are the only ones left.

When talking about foreign goods, both Wang Duoshi and Wang Jianchao had a lot to say. In fact, they didn't have much knowledge. Many foreign guns were heard from hearsay or from the legends on the battlefield on the peninsula.

"Can't I just design a gun myself?" Wang Duoyu said with a cheerful smile. His younger brother, Lao Shi, immediately asked in astonishment, "Ninth brother, you can also design guns?"

"What's the big deal? Didn't your teachers at school tell you? Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll be able to travel the world without fear. Designing and manufacturing firearms isn't difficult. Didn't we develop millet and rifles that way back then? The challenge lies in developing lightweight, high-performance firearm materials. That's not just math, physics, and chemistry."

Zheng Baoyin and his friends were semi-illiterate. They either graduated from elementary school or dropped out of junior high school. They knew a few words, but not many. The things that Wang Duoyu talked about were obviously beyond their understanding.

"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. Let's wait until I actually build it."

Seeing their confused looks, Wang Duoyu couldn't help but sigh. This was really like talking to a cow. But he was also worried. He had already finished the design of the gun in the past two days. After all, it was just a design drawing of a gun. It was really simple for him because it was already in his mind.

"Nine Brother, haven't you been writing novels lately? By the way, how much money have you made now? And when are you planning to get married? Big Brother said that if you don't get married, my wedding will have to be postponed."

Lao Shi chuckled and changed the subject. Wang Duoyu heard this and said unhappily, "Don't listen to your eldest brother. If I never get married, will you not get married too?" "Also, don't worry about how much royalties I earn. You should worry about yourselves."

When they arrived at the village entrance, Xue Yuqing and the other children were still playing. When they saw Wang Duoyu and the others appear here, they couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why did you come back from here?"
Normally, when going into the mountains to hunt, one would come down from the mountain and arrive at the end of the village, not the entrance of the village. These are completely two different directions.

There was nothing much to say to the little brat, so Wang Duoyu and the others were about to go back. At this time, Sun Shouyi came over from a distance with a letter.

"Great writer, you've written to me again. There are four letters. Two of them should have been accepted, right?"

Sun Shouyi's words surprised Wang Duoyu a little, because among the four letters in total, two were remittance slips for royalties, and the other two were most likely from Zhu Ling and Liu Xiaoli. In other words, Tao Fangqi did not let him go to the Chinese Academy of Sciences again?
Children like Xue Yuqing screamed and gathered around curiously. Lao Shi, Zheng Baoyin, and Wang Jianchao were no exception. They were all very curious about how much Wang Duoyu's royalties were.

However, to their disappointment, Wang Duoyu had no intention of opening the envelope on the spot. He took the letter from Sun Shouyi, thanked him and went home. No matter how Xue Yuqing and the other children acted coquettishly, he just refused to open the letter.

And after arriving home, Wang Duoyu immediately sent them back to their own homes instead of letting them stay in his house and peek at the amount on his royalty remittance slip.

These should be the last two royalties he will receive. If he doesn't continue writing, he will no longer have any royalties to earn.

However, even if he wanted to write, he would only focus on mathematics and physics papers, and the most left would be the novel "Snow City".

After opening the letter, Wang Duoyu saw two remittance slips for royalties. The amount of money on them was not much, only 34 yuan in total.

For a man who already had a net worth of over a thousand yuan, the thirty-four yuan manuscript fee did not make him feel at all.

There were no surprises in the other two letters. They were sent by Zhu Ling and Liu Xiaoli. The latter was three pages long, while the former was only two pages.

It’s not that Zhu Ling doesn’t know what to talk to him about, but Zhu Ling’s life is better, unlike Liu Xiaoli. Her grandmother is sick, and she herself recently sprained her foot while dancing and needs to rest for a few days.

According to Liu Xiaoli herself, the foot injury is an old problem, which is a common occupational disease for many dancers.

Anyway, no matter whether Wang Duoyu believes it or not, this is what Liu Xiaoli said, so it should be true, right?
After spending some time reading the letter and replying, Wang Duoyu looked through the gun drawings he had drawn last night. At the same time, he also did not forget to check the research and development plans for the gun materials.

He has already written most of the plans, and now he just needs to make the final move before he can start trial production.

If it could be developed, that would of course be the best thing, but he currently has no way of finding a factory that would allow him to make it a reality.

(End of this chapter)