Chapter 1176, the main text of the battlefield photographer's note, before the sun set, Wei Ran drove away from the courtyard where he turned into the construction site with Sui Sui and a gorgeous outfit. Under the guidance of the navigation, he drove straight to his grandmother's house in Aries.

The journey of this trip was definitely not close, so when they returned home, not only was it dark, but the Kajianka sisters had already brought Lu Xinda, who was acting as translator for them, to sit at the dining table in advance.

Of course, compared to these three girls who had already been familiar with the two old men in the family, there were more than a dozen camphor wood boxes with seals locked in an idle room. In a corner of the yard, there were several dirty Eight Immortals tables and more than a dozen Grand Master chairs, plus a piano table that Wei Ran used to use and a table that could be more than three meters long.

These tables and chairs were picked out and had not been burned by fire. A few meters away from the other side, there were more old tables and chairs, all of which were more or less burning.

Wei Ran originally wanted his parents to help find a warehouse, but he didn't expect that the two of them arranged the warehouse at his grandmother's house.

He didn't expect that in just one day, his grandfather had already arranged the carpenter. When the first month of the New Year came, he helped to dismantle the burnt-out ones to see if he could put together a few more complete sets of tables and chairs, and also renovate them intact.

While chatting, Wei Ran and Sui Sui also moved out the gorgeous costumes in the car with the help of four old men.

The costume was intact after a bumpy journey, but the wooden man with the metal skeleton had already fallen apart.

"Grandpa, can you tell what this is?" Wei Ran asked with his hand on the helmet that looked particularly gorgeous.

"Zhaojun's helmet, you can't make a mistake." Mr. Zhou said confidently, "The material is solid enough. It is probably a helmet for a famous actor."

"This dress is also thick," said Wei Ran's grandfather, Old Man Han, and said, "Is this also what you found in that small western-style building?"

"No," Sui Sui, who had just slept in the car, rushed to answer.

"Please keep it in hand," Mr. Zhou said after looking at it, "This thing is not a good thing, it's an old object."

After saying this, he greeted, "You two remember to check out those suitcases. There are a few bottoms in it that are bad."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran and Sui Sui immediately became interested. They greeted the Kajianka sisters and Lu Xinda who were watching the fun and sent the outfit into an empty room. Then they surrounded the four old men like rushing into the room with camphor wood boxes.

Obviously, the fun of opening blind boxes does not distinguish between nationality, gender, age and young. However, although these boxes are sealed, the yellowed seal only has the words "Canhua Theater Troupe".

Using two wrenches, he easily broke open the padlock that was only the size of a sauce-to-fu on the first wooden box, and Sui Sui immediately lifted the lid.

Unfortunately, what surprised Wei Ran was that the camphor wood box was actually nailed with a thin layer of rusty iron sheet. Outside the iron sheet, there was a layer of newspapers from the late 1980s.

As for the ones in this box, they were stacked in particular neatly and separated by white paper.

"The Second Box" Sui Sui couldn't wait to urge.

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately used two wrenches and a sled in his hand, and easily opened the second padlock.

When Sui Sui lifted the lid of the box with iron nailed inside and covered with newspapers, it contained pairs of costume boots with thick or thin bottoms.

"It's not all this, right?"

Suisui muttered, and with Wei Ran's help, he opened the dozen boxes one by one, but found that half of the boxes were filled with outfits or props used on the stage.

However, the remaining half is equipped with traditional Peking Opera instruments such as erhu, suona, gong, etc. used for accompaniment.

There is no doubt that except for the Kajianka sisters and Lu Xinda who have never seen these things before, they all find it interesting to see either of them. There are probably only four old people who really open blind boxes and make them happy. Wei Ran and Sui Sui are not very interested in these things.

"what to do?"

Suisui asked Wei Ran with a disappointed look on her face. She didn't think she could find anything valuable from these boxes, but at least the only thing that made her interested and intended to collect was probably the various helmets in one of the boxes that were individually packed in cardboard boxes.

“What else can I do?”

Wei Ran said while walking out, "Teacher Chen and Mr. Liu asked us to handle it by themselves. I'll just deal with it for grandma and grandpa. Just watch it, we can experience the 'show in front of grandma' in a few days."

"No, right?"

Suisui twitched the corner of her mouth, but she knew that Wei Ran's words were definitely not a joke. Unfortunately, opera is not very attractive to Wei Ran and Sui Sui.

At least these things are not wasted

Wei Ran, who always felt that he had forgotten to ask something, muttered secretly, and he and Sui Sui left this small room that seemed to be "the opera selection supermarket for the elderly and foreigners". The two worked together to wipe the three-meter-long table with a rag and moved it into the room, and then wiped the piano table clean and moved it in.

"I'll go to the high-speed rail station to pick up my parents." After finishing his work, Wei Ran pointed to the van parked in the yard, "Go to wash the car by the way, do you want to follow?"

"I won't go." Suisui pretended to yawn, "I just ate too much and don't want to move now."

Just don't go

Wei Ran muttered to himself, drove away from the yard and drove towards the high-speed rail station in a van.

Halfway through, I chose a place where I didn't have to stay in the village and the store to stop. Wei Ran pushed open the car door and looked around. Then he closed the door again and took out the food box, and took out the two pistols found in the basement of the small foreign building.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! First pick up the Japanese Type 26 revolver, and as Wei Ran gently tilted the barrel, the push rod in the middle of the bullet nest also pushed the shell hook, slowly pushing out six slightly rusty bullets in the bullet nest.

After some observation, Wei Ran threw the pistol and the removed bullets into the food box, and then picked up the Browning 1906 pistol.

After removing the pitiful little magazine, the magazine was also filled with bullets. I didn't dare to neglect it. After Wei Ran threw the magazine into the food box, he gently pulled the sleeve and pulled out a greasy bullet.

He threw the bullet into the food box, and he looked around the outside of the car again until he was sure that there was no one, and then he looked at the small pistol in his hand.

The reason why he cares about this gun is mainly because this small pistol is too gorgeous.

The nickel-plated material throughout the body seems to be an ivory grip. A figure who seems to be wearing Zhaojun's costume is carved with golden lines. The middle position of the grip patch on the other side is tightly inlaid with a silver dollar slightly deformed to adapt to the curve of the grip.

Just by relying on the two crossed rice ears carved on the silver dollar and the words "one round" in the middle, he knew that this should be a big head of Yuan.

On the not-so-large sleeve, there are also two lines of beautiful golden small characters carved - holding the pipa and farewell to the Han lord, and the west wind rusts through the Hu dust. There are thousands of soldiers in the court who believe that the credit is on the woman.

After looking over and over again, Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. The small pistol, which still had some oily mud, did not reveal any unnecessary information except for such an inexplicable engraving.

However, at least it can be seen from this pistol that the one who used it was most likely to be a woman, a richer woman.

So the owner of this gun is actually Mr. Tao’s aunt, the so-called famous actor?

After thinking about it, Wei Ran threw the little pistol in his hand that had been relieved of danger into the food box and took back the metal notebook. He took out a pack of wet wipes and wiped his hands carefully, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the direction of the high-speed rail station.

As for whether there is any story behind the printing presses in the basement of that small western-style building, he was indeed curious, but not so curious. He could finally rest during the New Year, so he naturally had to have a few days to have a safe birthday.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. On the second day after he and Sui Sui opened the basement, the second uncle who led the construction team to help clean up the small ruined building called again.

"Wei Ran, you have to come here if you have time." On the phone, the second uncle's low voice was filled with unconcealed excitement, "I found something good in this little building again!"

"What good thing?" Wei Ran asked sleepyly before he woke up.

"Radio, I seem to have found a radio station, just like the one in the movie."

My second uncle on the phone became more and more excited, "Today, when we broke down the partition wall, we found a large fireplace built with bricks. The radio station was found in the fireplace, and a wire stretched along the chimney to the roof."

"What?" Wei Ran suddenly woke up most of the time.

"A radio station," said my second uncle more excitedly, "It's so hidden, do you want to come and have a look?"

"I'll go there before noon," Wei Ran said, turning over and sitting up.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The second uncle at the other end of the phone immediately said.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran did not wake up Sui Sui who was sleeping next door this time. He just greeted the four old men who were drinking tea and watching the news in the living room, and drove anxiously towards the direction of the high-speed rail station.

I was struggling all the way, and when he took an online car to the entrance of the building, it was not yet 11:00 in the morning.

"Come with me quickly"

As soon as Wei Ran got off the car, his second uncle, who had been waiting at the door, led him into the first floor to the living room, pointing to the extra fireplace that was 1.5 meters square and more than half a meter deep, saying, "This is what the workers discovered when they demolished the wall behind. They were bricked before and only opened it when they called you."

"Second uncle, what radio station is that?" Wei Ran asked while holding his knees with his hands, looking at the marble-edged fireplace.

"Inside, it's inside." My second uncle said, handing a flashlight to Wei Ran, and at the same time lowered his voice and asked, "Did you and Sui Sui find any treasure yesterday afternoon?"

"Everyone is at my grandma's house," Wei Ran replied truthfully, "I won't be busy in two days, you can go over and take a look."

"That's good!" Wei Ran's second uncle immediately showed an expression of expectation.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't explain, holding a flashlight probe and reached into the fireplace. At the same time, he listened to his second uncle explaining, "I arranged for workers to go up and see. The chimney of the fireplace has been covered with cement boards, and the circle has been sealed tightly. This fireplace is not practical in our country, so I didn't take it apart. Did you see that radio station?"

"This is so hidden, how did you find it?"

Wei Ran, who was almost standing in the chimney, said as he tiptoed, stretched out a red brick with a large amount of smoke remaining, and pulled out a wooden box with the corners of the copper-covered bag from it.

This wooden box is just the size of a shoe box, and it is even thinner, but the weight is not light at all.

He bent his knees carefully and drilled out of the fireplace. His second uncle helped Wei Ran slap the dust on his body while explaining proudly, "When we demolished the wall today, we found a wire hidden under the wall. We searched along the wires, and finally the wire reached into the chimney. Your cousin and I paused in the chimney and then found this secret lattice. Wei Ran, tell me quickly, is this a radio station?"

"Have you opened it before?" Wei Ran asked while walking out with the wooden box.

"I've seen it, what?"

"Hi! Don't get me wrong!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Wei Ran quickly explained, "If this is really hidden during the war, there may be a bomb, grenade or something, so be careful after all."

"That's right." Wei Ran's second uncle nodded deeply.

While speaking, Wei Ran had already walked outside the building, placed the wooden box in his hand on the wall of the small platform at the door, took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands carefully, then took out a pair of silk gloves and put them on, and then slowly opened the wooden box with buckles.

"Is this a radio station?" My second uncle asked, pointing to a key in the box, "Isn't this thing just for shooting telegrams?"

“It’s really a radio station”

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. If the description was more accurate, it was a radio station that he assembled himself. This thing can indeed be connected, but the power is definitely not high.

In other words, if this homemade radio station was placed during World War II, it would be like playing with the Moss code to connect to Peking and Shanghai. When you are lucky, you would probably have no problem contacting Guangzhou.

But it was during World War II, and there were no such many messy electromagnetic signals and interferences in the sky at that time.

The wooden box in front of me is placed today. It is probably okay to be able to connect to my grandmother’s house in Aries by taking telegrams, but it may be hard to get away from it - there is too much interference.

"Wei Ran, this thing is not something used by the underground party, right?" my second uncle asked with a smile, "It's the same as the one I played on TV."

"It's really hard to say"
To be continued...