Chapter 97

Liu Ming rolled his eyes in annoyance, huffed, and found two bottles of Luzhou, stuffing them into the bag. Li Han rolled his eyes and said, "You sure aren't being polite."

"You're the one being too stingy. Don't worry, I'll send you two cases of good wine." Liu Ming casually picked up two small bottles of strong liquor, feeling smug as he left the wine cellar. Li Han couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time; this guy was deliberately doing this.

"Oh, right, how about a bucket of beer? It tastes pretty good, and I can bring it back to treat my friends." Liu Ming stopped, remembering something, and turned back to say. "You sure have a big appetite. Come on, I'll show you the beer shack." Li Han said in annoyance.

Liu Ming chuckled. "That's more like it. I've been here so many times, and I've never seen your beer factory." "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Please come in." Li Han rolled his eyes; this was only the third time, and this guy was really shameless.

"Here? Oh, no, Han, maybe you brought me to the wrong place." Liu Ming saw a small wooden house, with a stone base, and it was hard to imagine this was the beer shack Li Han mentioned. It was indeed very small. "What do you think? Come in." Li Han opened the wooden door and led Liu Ming into the beer shack. "The pipes run all the way to the small building in front, where there's a small bar. You can have the freshest beer right away."

"That's a good idea, Han. If there were a wine shack or a spirits shack, I think it would be perfect. What do you think of this idea?" Liu Ming looked around the beer shack, which wasn't very big, with a few tank-like containers and about twenty beer barrels. He was a bit disappointed.

The walls were decorated with deer antlers, cow bones, cowboy accessories, a Chinese sword, and two old hunting rifles. "Not bad, it has a style. This sword is pretty good." "This was left by the previous farm, said to be from a general in the Republic of China era. It's still pretty good."

Li Han opened the wall-mounted rack and took out the sword. Liu Ming tried it and found it quite good. "Not bad as a decoration. Can these old antiques still work?" "Of course. Last year, I used them to hunt a gazelle. It tasted great."

Li Han took out the two antique hunting rifles, touched them, and put them back in the rack without even giving Liu Ming a chance to handle them. "Han, you're too stingy." "No, they're too dangerous. Come on, I'll show you my treasures."

Li Han handed Liu Ming a small bucket of beer and led him to a corner of the beer shack, where there was a small collection room. "Oh, not bad, Han. This looks pretty good. Can I try it?" "Sure, if you provide the bullets." Li Han said indifferently.

Liu Ming was speechless. What a stingy guy, but this thing in his hand was pretty good. "Civilian version of the M16, semi-automatic. There's a little trick to make it work almost like a military automatic rifle. It has a scope. Do you want to try it?"

Li Han pulled open a whole wall cabinet, and the entire wall was filled with guns. Liu Ming was a bit surprised. "This is like a small armory. Han, is the gun problem in America really that bad? I might have to reconsider my investment."

Li Han rolled his eyes. "There are a total of 450 guns of various types here, 350 revolvers from different periods. I have almost all of them. Of course, these are antiques. There are also some old hunting rifles. The ones that are actually registered are just a few new ones. You know, there are always ways to get them, whether in America or other countries. It's just easier in America. Do you want to try? This one is much more powerful than the Desert Eagle. It can take down an elephant."

Liu Ming nodded. "Of course. There are too many restrictions on playing with guns in my country, it's no fun. Do you have bullets?" "Yes, wait a moment." Li Han pulled out two wooden boxes, opened them, and they were full of bullets. "Last time, my brother-in-law and my father came over and bought some more."

Liu Ming was speechless. This was just "some more," at least tens of thousands of bullets. "You can buy this stuff at the supermarket. Come on." Li Han carried a small box of bullets, and Liu Ming took the M16 and the Smith & Wesson M500, leaving the beer shack.

Li Han put the bullets on a four-wheeler and threw Liu Ming a key. "Don't tell me you can't ride a four-wheeler." "You don't have to worry about that, Han. I hope the shooting range isn't far. I can't wait."

Li Han carried a few wooden boards, a few plastic water bottles, and a few watermelons. "Han, you really think of everything. I love watermelons. American watermelons taste great." Liu Ming said.

Li Han smiled strangely. "I'll treat you to the most delicious watermelon later. I hope you have a good appetite. Let's go." Li Han started the four-wheeler, a 4WD with over 2000cc displacement, powerful and smoky. They crossed a few hills and arrived at a secluded valley on the back mountain, where Li Han and his brother-in-law Zhou Bin usually played with guns. The place was simply repaired, with wooden boards clamped to iron frames, watermelons placed on the boards, and a few water bottles and target boards hung up.

Liu Ming took out the bullets, and Li Han prepared over a thousand rounds. Liu Ming had played with guns before and quickly loaded the magazine. "I'll try this big guy first." The M16 was cool, dark, and when he pulled the trigger, he used a small trick to turn the semi-automatic rifle into a fully automatic one. A magazine of bullets was gone in a burst. "Awesome, this is a great thing, Han. It would be even better with a good shooting range."

Li Han ignored Liu Ming, holding the M500, and fired three shots, completely blasting the wooden board. "Wow, powerful, this thing is really strong." "Of course, this is the most powerful handgun in the world. One shot can take down an adult elephant. Do you want to try?"

Liu Ming felt a bit nervous, but Li Han habitually loaded the revolver, spacing the bullets to prevent accidental discharge. Li Han handed Liu Ming a box of bullets. "This thing has a lot of recoil. Your wrist might go numb. Be careful."

"No problem, I've been playing with guns since I was three. It's no big deal." Liu Ming was confident, loaded the bullets, and held the M500. With a bang, his wrist trembled. "Powerful." Liu Ming's wrist was numb and trembling. Li Han shook his head slightly, took the gun, and ejected the bullets.

Liu Ming chuckled awkwardly. "Let me try again." Li Han handed the M500 back to Liu Ming, who flexed his wrist, took it, and fired a full magazine. Liu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead; the revolver was incredibly powerful, with a lot of recoil.

Li Han waited for Liu Ming to rest, reloaded the magazine, and pulled the safety on the M16. He aimed at the watermelons on the wooden board and fired a burst. Using some tricks, he turned the semi-automatic rifle into a fully automatic one. After finishing a magazine, he reloaded and fired another. Watermelons flew everywhere, and Liu Ming was stunned. After finishing the bullets, Li Han smiled at Liu Ming. "Come and try the watermelon I cut. It tastes great." Li Han took a big bite of the watermelon, and Liu Ming was speechless. The watermelon on the wooden board was shattered, but it tasted really good.

After more than an hour, Li Han finished the bullets he brought and put the guns away. "Nothing to do at noon, let's have lunch together." "I have a very picky taste. If the food isn't good, I'll—." Liu Ming pouted and rubbed his sore wrist.

Li Han ignored Liu Ming, started the four-wheeler, and rode away. Liu Ming followed closely, starting his own four-wheeler. Back at the small building, Dudu and Michelle, and Doris were watching a talk show and eating ice cream.

"Daddy, Auntie Liss bought this for Dudu to eat." Dudu happily jumped off the sofa to greet his father. "Did you thank Auntie Liss?" "Yes, Dudu thanked Auntie Liss. Auntie Liss is very nice to Dudu."

"Hi, Han, Ming, do you want some ice cream? It's pretty good." Doris had completely won over Dudu, and Li Han was a bit annoyed. What a difficult child. "Sure, Liss, you're a great hostess." Liu Ming's words made Doris very happy, and she ran to the fridge, took out two ice creams, and handed one to Liu Ming and one to Li Han. "Thank you, Liss. Is it rare that you don't need to go to school or do homework?"

"Oh, school starts in ten days, Han. Did you forget that the town festival is in three days, and the town high school will start then?" Doris said. Seeing Li Han's helpless expression, Liu Ming laughed and leaned on the sofa. It was a funny thing.

"Uncle Liu Ming, you're stepping on Little Black. He'll bite you." Dudu pushed Liu Ming. "Little Black?" Liu Ming looked down and saw a big black dog lying in a flower basket. No, this wasn't a black bear, was it? "Han, can you just keep a black bear here?"

"Of course, the farm is my private property. No problem, I've already applied for the necessary permits." Li Han said.

"Um, Dudu adopted Little Black, and Dad adopted Dudu." Dudu proudly puffed out his little chest. "No, Dudu, it's not adoption, it's fostering. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dudu understands." Dudu hugged the little black bear, which obediently lay in Dudu's arms. Liu Ming was a bit dizzy; this little guy had just bared his teeth at him, looking very fierce.

"Little Black says hello to Uncle Liu Ming." Dudu held up the little black bear, which stretched its legs, hugged Dudu's hands, and wiggled its little bottom, showing a bear's smile and a pink tongue, almost like a human making a funny face. Liu Ming looked like he had seen a ghost, and Dudu and Michelle giggled. Just now, Auntie Liss and Uncle Liu Ming were both very funny.

Liu Ming was speechless, being teased by the two little ones. The little black bear wiggled its little bottom, completed Dudu's task, and crawled back to its little nest, hugging its head, sticking out its bottom, and continuing to sleep, occasionally touching its ears and kicking its legs.

Dudu even took a small towel to cover the little black bear, patted it, and Li Han patted Dudu in the same way. Michelle and Dudu were soothing the little black bear to sleep, while Doris was talking to Li Han about China. Liu Ming found himself being ignored and felt depressed, pouring a glass of water.

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