I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

[You have successfully landed a super critical hit on the Type 53 infantry and cavalry! Please select one of the following options.]

1. 10,000 Type 53 rifles and carbines, with 30,000 rounds of ammunition.

2. One thousand AK47s, plus 3 rounds of ammunition

3. One hundred Type 191 precision rifles, with 3 rounds of ammunition.

[4. Ten silenced precision rifles (noise level less than 10 decibels), with 30,000 rounds of ammunition]

5. One permanently sealed, silenced precision rifle with unlimited ammo (noise level less than 10 decibels)

Yan Jiefang made his choice in his mind: Item 5!

With the selection complete, a slightly bulky rifle appeared in his space.

If it weren't for the timing, he would definitely take it out and experiment with it a few times.

Actually, he also wanted to use a better gun to deliver a critical hit.

Starting from a different point in time, the results should be better.

Unfortunately, we can't get in touch with them right now.

After all, he was just a 17-year-old boy.

Furthermore, he couldn't possibly waste this opportunity to travel through time and take any risks.

He couldn't afford to lose 10 years of his lifespan in the main world.

Besides, no one said that the rifle in his space couldn't keep getting critical hits!

If nothing unexpected happens, he should live for at least another sixty or seventy years.

There will be more super critical hit opportunities next year, dozens of chances in total, so what's the rush?

Moreover, with the government backing him up, what would an ordinary person like him need such powerful weapons for?

To conquer the world, establish one's own power and nation, and become the founding emperor?

Should leaders consider all aspects of the country?

As the leader of a faction, do you need to recruit people, and recruit a lot of people?

Each of these people has their own ulterior motives; can you manage them all?

When faced with interests, someone will betray you from time to time, and there will be all sorts of deceit and treachery. Do you care or not, do you kill or not?

......

Is such mentally and physically demanding work something that most people can handle?

Anyway, Yan Jiefang didn't plan to bother with that. He just wanted to live a good life until he died of old age and returned to the main world.

. . .

"Ready~ Release!"

The instructor raised the flag high and then swung it down forcefully.

"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"...

Five loud gunshots rang in everyone's ears.

Yan Jiefang felt a sharp push on his shoulder from the butt of a rifle, and his body involuntarily shuddered.

Then he began to quickly pull back the bolt, eject the chamber, and load the chamber again, preparing to fire once more.

"Ready~ Release!"

. . .

The three bullets were fired quickly.

Yan Jiefang hit the bullseye with all three of his bullets.

The instructor standing behind him glanced at the student with surprise: "He's got the makings of a sharpshooter."

After the scorer finished announcing the scores of the five people, they picked up their rifles, collected their three spent cartridges, and quickly left.

After handing over the firearms and spent cartridges, everyone stood in the back area and waited.

"Yan Jiefang, how come you're such a good shooter? You hit 30 rings! Did you practice before?"

Zhou Ming, who was in the same group as Yan Jiefang, asked with some surprise.

Many students nearby immediately looked over.

Scoring 20 points or more in 100-meter shooting is not uncommon, but scoring 30 points is extremely rare.

Yan Jiefang shook his head, his tone calm:

"I've never practiced before. I guess I just got lucky this time, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse."

"You're really lucky. I was unlucky and only got 24 points."

This guy speaks very loudly.

Yan Jiefang nodded; so this guy was waiting here.

How many times can these students fire their guns?

A score of 24 or above is considered excellent, right?

Keep in mind that most students only scored in the teens. (This information is based on research; there are memoirs online, it's not something the author made up.)

Some students who missed the target or only scored a few points are now standing in the corner, feeling ashamed to face anyone.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the Jiefang trucks carried everyone back to school.

On the playground, school leaders delivered a speech, stating that imperialism has never given up its desire to destroy us, and that students should work even harder.

In addition, several students, including Yan Jiefang, who scored above 27 points, were commended and awarded certificates.

Yan Jiefang went on stage with a smile to receive the award certificate.

The students and teachers of Radio Class 1 all looked at him, wondering what kind of genius this guy was.

Perfect scores in all subjects!

I've been publishing articles in Beijing's literary and art circles for a long time and receiving royalties!

Independently composed songs!

First place in the city-level sprint!

He's also incredibly good at basketball!

You're still only getting 30 rings in target practice!

I heard you're also studying Traditional Chinese Medicine on your own?

You wouldn't believe it until you took stock; once you did, everyone was stunned.

After the target practice, Yan Jiefang received even more letters every day.

In addition to letters urging for more updates, there were also numerous letters from female readers and female students with various contents.

Many letters were sent to and received at addresses that were both "Northern Electricity".

Yan Jiefang was also impressed.

At first, he opened and read a few of them, but now he doesn't read them at all and hides them all in his personal space.

In mid-to-late April, locust flowers bloomed in 49 cities.

Many children from poor families ran to the locust tree, knocked down the clusters of white locust flowers, and stuffed them directly into their mouths to chew them.

This flower is sweet, tastes good, and can barely fill your stomach.

This is very good food for these children.

Around this time last year, Yan Jiefang not only went outside the city to dig for wild vegetables, but also picked locust flowers to supplement the family's "food shortage".

He had eaten locust flowers.

It was during this season that Qin Huairu's second daughter, Huaihua, was born.

The name "locust flower" likely comes from this.

This time, Qin Huairu did not go to the hospital for childbirth, but instead hired a midwife to deliver the baby at home.

After all, it was my third child, so it came out very smoothly without any difficulty.

When the midwife said it was a girl, Jia Zhangshi's face immediately fell.

Ignoring her family, she turned around and left the yard alone, went to a noodle shop she frequented, ordered a bowl of vegetarian noodles, and slurped them down with gusto.

Only delicious food could ease her sorrow.

Fortunately, Qin Huairu had a lot of savings, and she was able to handle the family matters smoothly after giving the money to the midwife.

Looking at the child lying beside her, she began to plan for starting work at the factory a month later.

She couldn't stand the hardship in the workshop, and there was no one to help her. It would be best if she could find a way to transfer to a slightly easier position.

She began to consider who she should contact regarding this matter.

One by one, the people she knew flashed through her mind.

Foolish Pillar?

It's no use. This fool married a wife who's no pushover; she's incredibly cunning.

The current Sha Zhu is completely under his control and is no longer the fool he used to be.

In the bangs?

It's no use. This old guy is all talk and no action. He's good at blacksmithing but has no brains at all. He can't help her at all.

Then, she remembered someone.

When Dongxu died, a man surnamed Li came to see her, and the look in his eyes was one she recognized very well.

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