Chapter Fifty-Five: An Unexpected Encounter

  Yang Feng's mortar is now selling like hot cakes, and in fact, it is already in short supply. The inventory of one type has been depleted, and the 29th Army on the front line can even hit a distance of 4,000 meters by adding explosives. This is an astonishing figure, but it is indeed true.

  Xiao Zhenyang's propaganda, personally running to the 29th Army's position for verification, made all the armies on the front line jealous. Who has ever seen a howitzer that can shoot within the range of mountain guns? They even raised their own prices to two thousand and bought up more than two hundred howitzers that Wang Chuanming had hoarded. The leaders of the Shanxi Army, Central Yangtze Army, and Northeastern Army almost fought each other over the quantity issue.

  Shanxi businessman Shang Zhen bought a large quantity of mortars, despite the Taiyuan Arsenal also producing them. He purchased 40 mortars and had an ample supply of ammunition. Yan Xishan was determined to make a name for himself in this war. The Shanxi vinegar makers, who were skilled at calculating profits, had a natural advantage when it came to artillery. The artillerymen would not be lacking either. On the front lines of Lengkou, Huang Guanghua's division nearly annihilated an entire Japanese battalion with their superior firepower.

  "Don't sell them outside for now, accumulate fifty pieces first, and then send them all to Sun Dianying's place." Yang Feng said.

  "In that case, those Northeastern Army people probably won't be happy, and Wan Fulin is still waiting!" Wang Chuanming said hesitantly.

  "Let him wait, when he sees the Japanese, run away. Did I sell it to him to hit the Japanese or let him give it to the Japanese?" Yang Feng said with a cold smile.

  "Anyway, Zhang Xueliang has already stepped down now. Even if he wants to cause us trouble, I'm afraid he won't have the guts to do so. Not to mention others, Shang Zhen and Song Zheyuan will not agree first."

  Besides, Taiyuan Arsenal, Xiaoyi Arsenal and Jinling Arsenal all sent people to inquire about purchasing steel pipes from us. What do you think we should do?" Wang Chuanming asked.

  " Sell it to them, one ton for 10,000 yuan, gold payment is also acceptable, just don't want cash, tools are extra." Yang Feng said.

  Their money is not earned in vain, state-owned enterprises, if you earn less, it won't really save the country, earning less would be unfair to those corrupt officials.

  "Find twenty clever young people, this time I brought twenty small tractors, let them learn from me how to drive." Yang Feng continued.

  "Tractor?" Wang Chuanming was taken aback.

  "Right, a small hand-held tractor. The good thing I told you about last time is this one. It uses a diesel engine. Wait until you take it apart and see if we can make one ourselves. Although it runs a bit slower, it doesn't care about the road, it can run without roads, much better than a horse carriage. I think those rural landlords will definitely like it."

  The diesel engine used in hand tractors is very simple, and it should be possible to make one at this time. In 1915, the Chinese had already made their own diesel engines, so there's no reason why we can't even make something as simple as that now.

  Liu Haining also squeezed in five as soon as he received the news. Now, as long as it's Yang Feng's business, he has an unparalleled enthusiasm for participation.

  Xin'er and Yang Jing heard about it and also came. The two little girls holding hands made Yang Feng feel that his future was bright.

  "How come this thing is so ugly?" Xīn'er curiously looked at the cicada's head.

  "Come on, come on, Brother Yang will take you for a spin." Yang Feng smiled and stretched out his hand, Xiner giggled and took his hand, Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, blushed and also handed over her small hand to Yang Feng.

  The driver's seat of the hand tractor was very small, and two people were already tightly packed in. What about three? Although they all wore down jackets, those bodies full of youthful energy, with delicate complexions that could be heard breathing, and the unique fragrance of virgins, made Yang Feng feel utterly enchanted. The little tractor sped quickly along the stone streets of Beiping, occasionally jolting, causing the two women to scream and hug him tightly.

  This never-before-seen car also quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers, and the two women began to feel embarrassed. However, Yang Feng became even more spirited, and the little car's engine puffed out smoke as it ran through the crowd's encirclement, running like a happy little pony, until it didn't notice the front and crashed into a convoy of cars that was driving by.

  Among the screams of the two women, Yang Feng stopped the car with a cold sweat, and the driver on the other side reacted just as quickly. The black Buick sedan came to a stop with an ear-piercing screech of brakes.

  "Who goes there!" With a loud shout, countless long and short guns were simultaneously aimed at Yang Feng.

  "Unexpected, unexpected!" He said with a embarrassed face, holding up his hand.

  This is a convoy of six vehicles, with the first two being open-top Fords, packed with soldiers holding submachine guns, and the officer yelling at Yang Feng was in the second vehicle.

  In the middle were two slightly better Buicks, and at the back were two trucks loaded with soldiers, who jumped out as soon as they stopped, quickly raised their guns and surrounded the tractor.

  "Don't scare the girl!" At this time, Yang Feng had just pushed open the door of the Buick car, and a bespectacled, somewhat refined-looking major general in his forties walked out, shouting at the soldiers waiting sternly on both sides. Immediately after, a slightly younger, chubby lieutenant general also walked out from behind the car.

  "This thing is called a tractor, right? I've only heard of it, but I didn't expect to see one in Beiping." The general walked around the little caterpillar with his hands behind his back, showing great interest.

  "Want to try?" Yang Feng said with a flushed face, seeing that there was no more danger, he pulled the two girls down.

  "Is it good?" The general was somewhat unexpected, and immediately smiled and said.

  "It's much simpler than driving a car, even kids can learn it."

  "That's worth a try, does General Ji have any interest?" The general turned his head and asked the lieutenant general.

  "Respectful brother, you come first!" said General Pang with a smile.

  The little ant's head is simple, Yang Feng hasn't extinguished the fire, this thing can't be dangerous on flat roads, he stands by and directs, the general learns in a few minutes, opens a small meeting and stops under his guidance.

  "Try it, Qi Kuan, this thing is just too awesome." The general said with a smile.

  The fat general laughed and went up to try it out in a circle.

  "How is it? Have you found anything?" The general asked, with a profound meaning in his eyes.

  "How much can this thing pull?" Zhong would ask Yang Feng.

  "One ton, of course this is just a matter of engine power, change to a larger engine and it can pull tens of tons."

  "What requirements does it have for roads?" The general had already become quite serious.

  "It doesn't matter, it's the same as running without a road. Just be careful not to flip over when driving, and once you get used to it, you can even drive uphill. Also, this thing can also be used for farming, planting fields is more cost-effective than raising cattle." said Yang Feng.

  "Little brother, is this bought from abroad?" Zhong Jiang asked.

  "It's self-made, but after large-scale production requires building a factory, now it can only be made in small batches."

  "What's your honorable surname, young brother?"

  Yang Feng smiled and pointed at the down jacket worn by the general upstairs.

  "Jinyuan Trade?" The general was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

  "Yang Feng!" Yang Feng pointed at his own nose and said.

  "How should I, a humble person, deserve your respect?"

  "My god, it's been a month already! I've actually written for a whole month. I guess tomorrow I'll be off the charts. 1900 collections, thanks to all my brothers for their support, pretty satisfied with the results."