After Lin Yu left the steel mill, he took a bus to the department store located on Wangfujing Street in Dongcheng District.
He found the section that sold sports equipment, presented the hunting permit issued by the factory, and spent 80 yuan to buy a 'Jianwei 5' small-caliber sports rifle.
The "Jianwei" series is a pioneer of domestically produced small-caliber sports rifles.
The "Jianwei 5" 5.6mm sports rifle was finalized in 1955 and is also known as the Type 55 sports rifle.
Only those who present a hunting permit or are professional shooters can purchase it.
The price of 5.6mm small-caliber bullets is also quite cheap, at 8 cents each, so Lin Yu bought 500 rounds.
After all, these small-caliber bullets don't take up much space and are lightweight, so buying more wouldn't raise any suspicions.
The reason for buying a small-caliber rifle was to hunt small game like pheasants and rabbits.
If he were to use a rifle or a Colt Python revolver for such small prey, it would be like shooting the head off and leaving the body behind, or vice versa.
After leaving the department store, Lin Yu took the food coupons and meat coupons that his father had exchanged at the factory and bought 30 meat buns and 40 steamed buns at a nearby state-run restaurant.
The reason he bought more steamed buns wasn't that Lin Yu didn't like meat buns, but because he had run out of meat coupons.
At that time, each person received only two taels of meat coupons per month, and his father had managed to exchange them thanks to his good relationship with Li Huaide from the logistics department.
Finding a deserted alley, Lin Yu stored the buns in his space.
He then hailed a rickshaw and headed towards the street office in Nanluoguxiang.
Otherwise, if he wandered around with a rifle in this area, he would be taken away by the big hat uncle in less than five minutes.
Although he had a permit, explaining it would still be troublesome.
"Mom."
"Son, what brings you here?"
As soon as Lin Yu got out of the rickshaw, he saw his mother walking out of the street office.
"Grandpa Zhang, I'm here to find my mom." Lin Yu politely greeted the old man at the door.
The old man, half-awake, waved his hand, indicating Lin Yu to go inside by himself.
Having watched Lin Yu grow up since he was a child, Grandpa Zhang was very familiar with this second son of the Lin family.
Lin Yu explained his plans to his mother, and she instantly became furious.
Pinching Lin Yu's ear, she said, "Oh, you little rascal, I thought you were finally getting your act together by going to work, but it turns out you're just looking for trouble!"
"Come on, if you want to find trouble, just say it. I'll get a rope right now and hang you up at the door of Yan Laoxie's house, so you won't have to go up the mountain to feed the beasts. By then, I won't even get to see your body!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, dear mother, please show mercy!" Lin Yu covered his ears and managed to escape from his mother's grasp.
Helpless, Lin Yu looked around and spotted a small tree about the thickness of a bowl nearby. He turned to his mother and said:
"Mom, just watch, your son knows what he's doing."
As he spoke, he clawed with his right hand and struck the small tree with a heavy tiger claw.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the small tree was instantly snapped in half, falling with a thud.
Grandpa Zhang rushed out of the door with an old shotgun in hand, "What's going on? Are the enemy agents at the door... Oh my God, who the hell cut down my peach tree?"
Lin Yu was taken aback and quickly hid his hands behind his back, fearing Grandpa Zhang would see the wood chips on his hands.
Lin Yu's mother stared blankly at the small tree that her son had just broken, taking a long time to come back to her senses.
She hurriedly apologized to Grandpa Zhang, not wanting to upset the old man.
When Grandpa Zhang heard it was Lin Yu who broke the tree, he waved his hand dismissively, as the two families had always been close.
"You kid, what were you thinking, breaking a tree? It would have borne fruit next year. I was planning to save some for you and Miao girl to eat, and now it's all wasted."
After a moment of grumbling, Grandpa Zhang learned about Lin Yu's plans to go into the mountains and didn't say much, only telling Lin Yu's mother, "Xiao Ye, this kid has enough skills, he won't get into trouble."
Lin Yu chimed in, "Yeah, Mom, I've been learning from my master for four years now. It's time for me to train on my own."
"Besides, my dad also said that now that I'm older, I should go out and explore. Don't listen to your mom; women with long hair and short knowledge don't know anything."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yu's mother instantly glared, "Is that really what your dad said?"
Lin Yu nodded, "Mom, you know me. I only bluff my dad; I would never dare to bluff you."
Lin Yu's mother glared fiercely, "Alright, Lin Weiguo, you old rascal, I'm going to skin you alive today."
With that, she angrily walked towards the front door.
"Mom, where are you going?" Lin Yu stretched his neck and asked.
"Going home to sharpen the knife, tonight I'm going to stew your dad." Lin Yu's mother replied without looking back.
Grandpa Zhang glanced at Lin Yu with a sideways look, "You little brat, is that how you dare to bluff your mom?"
Lin Yu chuckled, "This isn't really bluffing my mom; it's more like tricking my dad."
Under Grandpa Zhang's rolling eyes, Lin Yu walked towards Director Wang's office.
Lin Yu's mother was already a veteran at the street office, and everyone was familiar with each other.
Lin Yu smoothly registered at the street office, then went next door to the police station to apply for a gun permit before returning to the courtyard.
When he got home, Lin Yu couldn't help but smile at the smell of pancakes in the air.
His mother was indeed sharp-tongued but soft-hearted; all that talk about skinning his dad was just to come home and make pancakes for herself.
After putting the rifle in the cabinet in his bedroom, Lin Yu took out his M52 backpack and began sorting through some tools he had left behind.
A combat shovel, an axe, some rope, an M1910 aluminum field canteen, and two M1 bayonets—all of these were brought back by his older brother from the northern battlefield.
In the evening, Lin Yu's father came home more than an hour later than usual.
"Son, take this gun with you tomorrow." Lin Yu's father took off the gun bag he was carrying and handed it to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu quickly opened the gun bag and was taken aback.
The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, a replica of the SKS semi-automatic rifle, should have only started production in 1956.
At this time, the Type 56 should not have been widely issued within the defense system yet.
"Dad, where did this come from?" Lin Yu asked in a daze.
Lin Yu's father shot him a look, annoyed, wondering how his son had turned into such a fool after just one afternoon.
"Why ask so many questions? There's also 300 rounds of ammunition and 10 clips in the bag. That should be enough for you. You keep finding trouble for me every day."
As he spoke, Lin Yu's father took out a small blue booklet and tossed it to Lin Yu.
"This is a document from the security command. Don't lose it. The gun hasn't been widely issued outside the military yet, so if anyone asks, just show them this."
Lin Yu quickly opened the small booklet to take a look.
Wow, his father's connections were really something else.