"Ah! Uncle Song!" Zhao Youcai looked up and saw Song Xiangchen running towards him.

The old man's face was filled with a smile, and it could be seen that his happiness came from the bottom of his heart.

When Zhao Youcai stood up subconsciously, he heard the pockmarked old man's voice: "Are you Zhao Erdong?"

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai was startled and looked at the pockmarked old man in surprise, thinking: "I'm already called by this name, does anyone still know me?"

"Two dongs!" Song Xiangchen ran to Zhao Youcai, took Zhao Youcai's hand, and shook it.

"Uncle Song." Zhao Youcai hadn't reacted at this time and asked Song Xiangchen quite unexpectedly: "Why are you here?"

"We're here for the market." Song Xiangchen said: "That tiger mother made a fuss. Our Baozi market has all dispersed. Whatever we want to buy or sell, we have to come here."

Having said this, Song Xiangchen glanced to the side, glanced at the pockmarked old man, and then said to Zhao Youcai with a smile: "This time you are here, our fort will be ready."

Zhao Youcai smiled when he heard this. The pockmarked old man looked at Zhao Youcai up and down with a gloomy expression.

At this moment, the old lady who was selling rice porridge at a stall next to her closed her stall.

If the gathering does not last a day, it will be dispersed when the time comes.

Song Xiangchen enthusiastically pulled Zhao Youcai toward the south, saying that twenty or thirty people from the same village had come to the market together. When the market was over, they would gather under the big willow tree in the south, and then walk home together.

This is also caused by tigers. In order to prevent tigers from attacking people, they travel together as a last resort.

Zhao Youcai and Song Xiangchen were walking in front while talking, while the pockmarked old man followed behind and watched coldly.

This episode was not big, and we didn't go far before we saw the big willow tree that Song Xiangchen mentioned. At this time, nearly thirty people had gathered under the tree, all from Han Songbaozi, waiting here to go home together.

Song Xiangchen's son Song Changqing was also among them. Seeing Zhao Youcai and Song Xiangchen walking side by side, Song Changqing hurriedly came over to say hello.

When he saw the pockmarked old man being blocked by Zhao Youcai and Song Xiangchen, Song Changqing hurriedly called out "Uncle Han" again.

That pockmarked old man was Song Xiangchen's old rival, Han Fengren, who was appointed brigade secretary of Han Songbaozi.

When the people gathered under the willow tree saw Song Xiangchen and Han Fengren, they all greeted the two old men and exchanged a few words.

Song Xiangchen and Han Fengren had both served as brigade secretaries, but Zhao Youcai could tell that these people respected Han Fengren more and talked in favor of Han Fengren.

Song Xiangchen knew that this was related to the fact that Han Fengren's son was the current secretary of the brigade, but the old man had lived so long, and he only wanted to fight for one breath.

It happened that at this time, someone over there muttered: "What's the end of this day?"

"Come on!" Song Xiangchen took over the conversation and said loudly: "Didn't you watch? I have invited all the experts back!"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Youcai. Zhao Youcai slightly raised his chest and tried his best to look like a superior person.

"Oh!" Suddenly Han Fengren sighed, glanced at Zhao Youcai, and said strangely: "Mr. Zhao, I see that you are younger than me, so the old man wants to say something to you. The mountain top is not like the others.

It’s something that ordinary people can’t measure.”

At this point, Han Fengren raised his hand to gesture to Song Xiangchen, and continued: "Last time, the old leader Song also came here with all his masters. He came here for three dances and two dances. If you don't understand, let Shan hold his head there for him."

Already."

The top man in Han Fengren's mouth is the Siberian tiger, and the master is Huang Gui.

"My old man is not talking about Sanqige (gā)da (de)." Han Fengren looked at Zhao Youcai and said: "What do I mean? If we are not sure, we can't pull hard. We will get hurt.

But it’s a lifelong matter that affects the entire family!”

Speaking of this, Han Fengnen asked Zhao Youcai, "Man, do you think what I said is right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Youcai smiled lightly and nodded. Han Fengren, an old man, said something unpleasant, but he seemed to have nothing wrong with him.

At this time, Song Xiangchen also frowned.

The old leader Song was not a bad person, and his fight with Han Fengren was a fight, and it was true that he wanted to fight for the brigade secretary for his son. But after hearing what Han Fengren said just now, Song Xiangchen felt a little uncomfortable.

Huang Gui, who was injured before, was his niece's son-in-law. Now he is disabled. Song Xiangchen feels sorry for his niece's family. At the same time, he is also afraid that Zhao Youcai will fall into the tiger's mouth.

But in front of so many villagers, Song Xiangchen didn't say anything. Seeing that Song Xiangchen didn't say anything, Han Fengren greeted everyone to go home.

Song Xiangchen didn't leave in a hurry, but after everyone else had walked three to five meters, he whispered to Zhao Youcai: "Two dong, uncle may have done something wrong.

What Lao Deng said is right. Tigers are not like other things. If we feel unsure, we won't go. You don't need to think too much. Since you are here, you can stay at my uncle's house for a few more days.

"

After saying this, Song Xiangchen pointed to the sack next to Song Changqing and continued to say to Zhao Youcai: "I have been thinking about you for the past two days. My husband and I happened to be at the gathering today and bought a lot of food. Let's go home and have a drink.

"

The old man is very honest and speaks the truth. When so many people were here just now, he did not persuade Zhao Youcai because he was worried about Zhao Youcai's face. He was also afraid that Zhao Youcai would insist on hunting the Siberian tiger for the sake of face.

At this moment, when Song Xiangchen said this, he was really thinking about Zhao Youcai, taking care of his dignity and face for him.

"Uncle Song! What do you think that is?" Suddenly, Zhao Youcai shouted to Song Xiangchen very loudly.

Song Xiangchen and Song Changqing were both startled. Not only did they follow what Zhao Youcai expected, but everyone in Han Songbao who walked out also turned around.

What Zhao Youcai was pointing to was an apricot tree growing on the roadside. This tree was moved here and has taken root here for thirty or forty years.

Every year this tree produces a lot of apricots, but they are all picked before they are ripe.

"Er dong, what do you mean?" Song Xiangchen looked at Zhao Youcai suspiciously, but when he saw Zhao Youcai took off the semi-automatic rifle from his shoulder, pinched the gun in his hand and pulled the bolt, he said with a smile: "Uncle Song, why are there so many trees?

Where is everyone’s fart?”

The big fart that Zhao Youcai refers to is house sparrow (qiǎo), which is also a sparrow.

Sparrows are resident birds. When the sun comes out in winter, they squat in groups on trees. They all have their necks curled up, their feathers are blowing out, and they look fat and plump.

When Zhao Youcai said this, everyone looked at him as more of a retard.

But at this time, Zhao Youcai had already pulled the bolt of the gun repeatedly to restore its elasticity to the spring that had been frozen all the way inside the gun.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Youcai took out a round of bullets from his pocket and stuffed it into the gun with a click.

He casually pulled the magazine and pulled the gun bolt, and ten bullets were loaded instantly.

Zhao Youcai put the gun to his face and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and a sparrow on a branch instantly exploded into pieces twelve or thirteen meters away.

"Wow..."

Other frightened sparrows fluttered their wings and flew into the air, but after hearing three gunshots "bang bang bang", the three sparrows that were in mid-air exploded one after another.

As the sparrows scattered, the thirty or so people in Hansongbaozi fell silent.

Seeing a sparrow feather falling, Zhao Youcai clicked the safety button on his gun and put it on his shoulder.

"Uncle Song." Zhao Youcai called Song Xiangchen. Song Xiangchen looked at Zhao Youcai in shock. The old man who had not recovered yet just said "ah".

"Let's go." Zhao Youcai smiled and said, "Let's have a drink at home today, and I'll go hunting tigers tomorrow."

"Hey, hey!" Song Xiangchen responded twice, caressing Zhao Youcai's arm with one hand and guiding him forward with the other.

Seeing the Song family father and son accompanying Zhao Youcai, everyone in Han Songbao automatically gave way to let the three of them go first.

Looking at Zhao Youcai's back, Han Fengren gritted his teeth and walked back behind Zhao Youcai and the others.

Returning to Han Songbaozi, the Song family father and son took Zhao Youcai home and prepared a meal to entertain Zhao Youcai.

When Han Fengren arrived at the brigade headquarters, he threw his dog-skin hat on the table, and his son Han Guozheng said: "Hurry up and call your brother-in-law and ask why General Fuhu hasn't come yet?"

"My brother-in-law just put down the phone for two minutes." Han Hanzheng didn't know why the old man was so anxious to come back after going out.

"What did he say?" Han Fengren asked. His eldest son-in-law was Hong Wenliang, a technician at Shuangmajia Mountain Field.

"My brother-in-law and his field manager made a call to Lingxi." Guo Guozhengdao: "He said that General Fuhu has already left home."

"Oh my god!" Han Fengren stood up, picked up his hat and put it on his head, saying, "This kid is too lazy."

When Han Fengren said this, he was just complaining anxiously in his heart. The old man knew that it would be a great honor for him to come.

So after saying that, Han Fengren left the village and went home.

South Korea was shaking his head helplessly, and at this moment, the phone on the table rang.

"Hello." Han Guozheng answered the phone and said, "Han Songbaozi, who are you looking for?"

Just as Han Han finished speaking, he heard a woman's voice coming from the other end of the phone, saying: "It's the boss of the Han family, I'm Song Lan."

"Ouch." South Korea was stunned for a moment, then said: "Sister Lan, how is your brother-in-law doing?"

"Is he okay?" Song Lan responded, and then said to Han Guozheng: "Brother, please call Chang Qing for me."

"Okay, Sister Lan, please wait a moment, don't put down the phone." Han Guozheng warned Song Lan, and then put the phone aside.

Immediately afterwards, Han Hanzheng stood up and went to the table inside, turning on the loudspeaker of the brigade headquarters.

At this time, Zhao Youcai was sitting cross-legged on the kang in the east room of the Song family. In the outhouse of the Song family, Mrs. Song and Song Changqing's daughter-in-law were being ordered around by Song Xiangchen.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker in the village was heard saying: "Song Changqing, come to the brigade headquarters quickly, someone is looking for you."

After broadcasting the report three times in a row, he sharpened his knife and prepared to kill the goose. Song Changqing, who was chopping the goose, put down his knife, stood up and looked at Song Xiangchen, wondering: "Who can find me?"

"Who else could it be?" Song Xiangchen said with a smile: "It must be Boss Han who has complained to his son. So what... you go ahead and push me when you get there. Let me see what he can do?"

"That's not the case, dad." After Song Changqing finished speaking, he went into the room and said to Zhao Youcai: "Brother, you drink water or something. I'll go out after this and I'll be back soon!"
To be continued...