readsfreenovel Chapter 117: Harvest 1 Plane
Chapter 117: Harvest 1 Plane
As the two idiot pilots shouted, the plane in the sky immediately swayed from side to side as if it was drunk, and then fell directly to the ground.
Hou Xiaoge had originally thought that this thing would explode when it hit the ground and he would be killed without a complete body! But when he saw the intact plane, his mind immediately became active. This was all money!
Hou Xiaoge didn't know how much a Xiaozai bomber cost, but he had read in the newspaper that the backward aircraft purchased by the National Army from the United States cost 30,000 to 40,000 US dollars, and the bomber was obviously more expensive, at least 60,000 to 70,000 US dollars.
According to the official exchange rate of Customs Gold Certificates, 60,000 US dollars is equal to 1.2 million French francs!
But everyone in China knows that the currency issued by the government is too crude and depreciates too quickly, and the official exchange rate is a joke, so the exchange rate of the US dollar to the legal tender has reached five or six hundred in secret.
So it is really heartbreaking to let such a complete plane crash. This is not just a plane, it is full of hard-earned money!
After less than a second of heartache, Hou Xiaoge quickly teleported in the direction of the crashed plane. He wanted to take over the plane.
Hou Xiaoge can use teleportation three times a day, 200 meters each time, which means he can move 600 meters.
But an airplane flies very fast, and in order to retract it, it had to be at least fifty meters away. So Hou Xiaoge tried his best, teleporting without stopping for a moment, and his mental power almost squeezed out all the brain matter.
Fortunately, hard work pays off. Just when the plane was about to plunge into the Ba River 20 meters away, Hou Xiaoge ran over, covered the plane with his mental power and directly took it into space.
After collecting the plane, Hou Xiaoge felt like his head was about to explode, and he quickly dodged into the space.
Climbing to the edge of the spiritual spring, Hou Xiaoge drank it guzzlingly.
"Bang, bang, bang!" After filling his stomach, Hou Xiaoge fell to the ground with a pale face.
"Young Master, it's just a plane! You are working too hard." Ling'er flew to Hou Xiaoge and said with a distressed look on her face.
"You don't understand, this is all money! This one plane is worth several times the value of all the materials in the space. You say it's so valuable, how can I not fight for my life?" Hou Xiaoge said with a grin while lying on the ground.
"It's so valuable! But young master, you are too greedy for money. Wait until I cultivate high-level elixirs. In this mortal world, money will come to you at will." Ling'er smiled while covering her mouth.
"Time is running out! Now is the time to accumulate initial capital.
Okay, I won’t say any more. My head hurts so much that I need to have a good sleep to recover.” After saying this, Hou Xiaoge closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Alas! In the mortal world or the fairy world, it's the same everywhere, it's all about survival." Ling'er flapped her wings and left the hill.
While Hou Xiaoge was falling asleep, the world outside had gone crazy. Everyone saw clearly that such a huge plane was falling towards the Ba River.
This is a plane! Even if it crashes, you can make a fortune by picking up the pieces and selling them. How can you not be tempted?
In just over ten minutes, the mountains and plains in the direction where the plane crashed were filled with locals and refugees.
"what!"
I don’t know how long it had been before Hou Xiaoge woke up from his sleep in the space.
"Master, you're awake. Are you feeling better? I made you some nourishing chicken soup with ginseng and wolfberry." Ling'er flew over and said as soon as she saw Hou Xiaoge get up.
"Thank you! Ling'er." Hou Xiaoge was a little touched.
"You're too polite, young master. This is what Ling'er should do." Ling'er flew around happily.
"Yeah! By the way, Ling'er, how long have I slept?" Although he woke up, Hou Xiaoge's face was still a little pale and his head was still a little dizzy.
"Young Master, you slept for more than twenty hours." Ling'er said.
“Twenty hours, that’s okay.
I felt like I slept for a long time. I thought it was ten days or half a month! "Hearing that it was only more than twenty hours, Hou Xiaoge breathed a sigh of relief.
When sleeping, Hou Xiaoge adjusted the speed of time flow. Twenty hours in space was only one hour in the outside world, so his family members outside didn't need to worry about him.
Hou Xiaoge, who felt a little tired, drank another bowl of spiritual spring water. After a while, the feeling of weakness in his body was relieved.
"Ling'er, please help me make a big serving of egg custard! I want to eat egg custard." Looking at the chicken and chicken soup in front of him, Hou Xiaoge felt that his appetite was not very good.
"Okay, Master!"
After Ling'er left, Hou Xiaoge forced himself to drink up the chicken soup.
After all, there is a ginseng as thick as a little finger in it. It was copied by Hou Xiaoge from a bandit’s lair. Such thick wild ginseng is a very tonic. I heard from Ling’er that it is at least sixty or seventy years old.
Lingquan water combined with precious Chinese medicinal herbs such as ginseng and wolfberry, supplemented with soup stewed with three-year-old hen, this combination is bursting with energy.
Hou Xiaoge drank the entire bowl of liquor in one go, then leaned back in a chair for three or four minutes. After the drug took effect, Hou Xiaoge felt his brain slowly becoming clearer and no longer a mess.
After his body recovered, Hou Xiaoge no longer had no appetite for chicken. He took the chicken and started to eat it in big mouthfuls. However, the stewed old hen was a bit dry and the taste was not very good.
"Ah! So cool."
In just seven or eight minutes, Hou Xiaoge had eaten up an old hen weighing three or four pounds.
"Young Master, your egg custard is ready." Ling'er flew over with a small basin.
A full bowl of egg custard has at least ten eggs. These eggs are not ordinary eggs in the space, but eggs laid by old hens raised with spiritual spring water. This thing is a special product of the space, and it is only for Hou Xiaoge to eat.
After eating a bowl of egg custard, Hou Xiaoge felt like he was fully revived.
Looking at the figures scattered all over the mountains outside the space, Hou Xiaoge guessed the purpose of everyone and smiled.
"Look for it! Take your time!"
Hou Xiaoge came to the small grassland where animals were raised in the space. At this time, Xiao Baga's bomber was quietly parked on the small grassland, and the animals around it did not dare to approach. It should be Ling'er's credit.
"Ling'er, where is the little Baka on the plane?" Hou Xiaoge asked with a puzzled look on his face when he saw that there was no little Baka on the plane.
"Young Master, are you looking for those two dead men? Unfortunately, they have already been planted in the field by me, and now they have probably been digested by the space." Ling'er said a little embarrassedly.
"Haha! What do I need those two damn bastards for? They can just be planted in the field as fertilizer. This is good, this is good." Hou Xiaoge laughed excitedly when he heard the two little bastards carrying Ling'er to plant the field.
After being happy, Hou Xiaoge jumped onto the plane to check it out.
The planes of this era were not the jet planes of later generations, but propeller planes with a rotating propeller on the nose of the plane.
The model of the aircraft was Xiao Baga's Type 99 dive bomber. Hou Xiaoge had seen this model on TV in his previous life. It was a very good aircraft of Xiao Baga.
The plane's magazine was empty, but there was still one-third of the ammunition for the three machine guns. Not bad, not too little. When Hou Xiaoge had time that day, he would control the plane to fly in space and then fly it wherever he wanted.