Zhao Jun had been working hard for most of the night last night, and he was tired and tired. Now that he had Zhao Weipeng as his master, Zhao Jun was speechless.
After finally turning the cannon egg upside down, Zhao Weipeng screamed: "Ah, gun."
It was a coincidence that he had just tripped and dropped the gun from his hand. The gun was scurrying under the wild boar and buried in the snow.
As the two men turned the wild boar to the right, Zhao Weipeng saw a corner of the gun butt exposed.
Zhao Jun curled his lips helplessly and took out Zhou Chengguo's Mongolian pick to disembowel the wild boar.
Normally when Zhao Jun goes up the mountain, someone would do the dirty and tiring work, but today he had to do it alone.
While Zhao Jun was busy, Zhao Weipeng was also busy. He wiped off the snow on the surface of the gun, but there was nothing he could do about the snow that got into the barrel. He had to go back to clean it.
After Zhao Weipeng put the gun on his shoulder, he patted his trouser pocket with his left hand, then bent down and rummaged through the heavy snow.
"Uncle." Seeing him like this, Zhao Jun asked, "What else are you looking for?"
"I'm out of cigarettes," Zhao Weipeng said.
"That's probably because he jumped out just now." Zhao Jun said, stood up and called Zhao Weipeng and said: "Uncle, I have a cigarette in my pocket. I'll put it in my hand. Come and get it yourself."
"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled, then walked towards Zhao Jun and said, "Don't you don't smoke?"
"Ah... I gave it to my dad." Zhao Jun responded vaguely. At this time, Zhao Weipeng put his hand into Zhao Jun's pocket and took out most of the Shilin smoke.
There were ten packs of cigarettes in the whole carton. Zhang Guoqing took one pack, and Zhao Jun took out two more packs and distributed them to Zhou Chunming and Zhou Jianjun. At this time, there were still seven packs of cigarettes left.
Zhao Weipeng took out the cigarette and was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously asked Zhao Jun: "Does your dad usually smoke this?"
It's not that Zhao Weipeng looks down on people. He just asked Chu Anmin two days ago and learned that Director Chu's monthly salary is only more than 160, a pack of Shilin cigarettes costs five yuan, and a strip of Shilin cigarettes costs forty upwards. Zhao
If Jun's father keeps smoking Shilin, then his family is not ordinary.
Zhao Jun smiled lightly and said, "Well, he is quite picky."
"Ah..." Zhao Weipeng replied in a daze: "Yes, this cigarette is good to smoke."
After saying this, Zhao Weipeng couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered that he had said the same thing when he gave Zhao Jun cigarettes before.
Zhao Jun, who was picking pig intestines, smiled at Zhao Weipeng and said, "Uncle, just do it if it feels good. It's okay."
"Hey." Zhao Weipeng responded, took out a pack of Shilin cigarettes, and then handed the rest back to Zhao Jun.
Zhao Weipeng was unpacking and smoking, while Zhao Jun was busy supporting the pig's chest and stuffing snow into it.
Zhao Weipeng finished smoking a cigarette and came over to help Zhao Jun. Who has ever done this before? He looked clumsy, but there was such a person who could help Zhao Jun turn over the pig. Although Zhao Jun was still the main force, it was better to have helpers than not.
powerful.
The two worked hard for more than an hour, and then hurried down the mountain back to the forest farm.
When we returned to the forest farm, it was just after twelve o'clock, just in time for lunch at the forest farm.
In order to entertain Zhao Weipeng, the canteen director Zhang Guoqing cooked the food himself.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, braised forest frogs with soy sauce, white cut elbows, shredded potatoes, fried peanuts, stir-fried fungus with cabbage, braised pork belly with sauerkraut, eight dishes were set out on the table.
Zhou Chunming, camp and forestry director Fan Zhisheng, security director Li Niansong, and section chief Xiao Dianchen were accompanied by the four giants of the forestry. Even Zhou Jianjun couldn't get to the table, but Zhao Jun sat near the door.
Although Zhao Jun is just a small inspector, Fan Zhisheng and the others dare not step on him, because Zhao Jun is not only related to Zhou Chunming, but he is also a popular person in front of Chu Anmin.
After three rounds of drinking, Zhao Weipeng became more excited. Just when Xiao Dianchen asked casually, "Boss Zhao, how are you going for a walk in the mountains today?" Zhao Weipeng started talking in a lively manner.
He did not mention that he was tired after walking two to three hundred meters up the mountain, nor did he mention that he took away a handful of wild boar hairs after four shots. He only talked about his "legendary" experience of shooting, stabbing, and killing the eggs of five-headed cannons.
Listening to his spoken words, Zhou Chunming and others looked at each other in shock.
They have been crawling in this forest area for many years, walking through the woods and over the mountains. They know that Zhao Jun is capable, but they can't go out and kill five cannon eggs in one morning, right?
It is true that Zhao Weipeng is a fun-loving person, but he has been ups and downs in the business world, and it is obvious at a glance that several people are suspicious of what he says.
"You don't believe it?" Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhou Chunming and others unhappily, then raised his hand to Zhao Jun and said, "If you don't believe it, ask my nephew."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun, who was sucking the vermicelli, was startled. Zhang Guoqing was worthy of being the director of the canteen, and he had cooked a lot of food. The vermicelli was mixed with rice, and it tasted good when it was shoveled into his mouth.
"Nephew?" Zhou Chunming looked at Zhao Jun in surprise. He didn't expect that Zhao Jun was so recruiting. Not only was Chu Anmin proud of him, but Boss Zhao had just been here for a day and became one of his own.
Zhao Jun laughed dryly, put down his chopsticks and said: "It's five cannon eggs, all three hundred pounds facing up. After that, I will find a few people tomorrow to bring those pigs to our canteen."
Zhao Weipeng didn't care about wild boar, let alone how much the wild boar was sold for. When Zhao Jun said this, Zhao Weipeng thought about how proud he would be if he took five big wild boars back to the forest farm tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Zhao Weipeng became even more drunk.
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In the Zhao family in Yong'an Village, Wang Meilan took Zhao Hong, Zhao Na, and Xiao Lingdang to eat around the Kang table in the east room.
"Mom." Zhao Hong glanced at the kang and asked Wang Meilan, "Why are there so many cans? Is there someone coming to our house?"
On the long table against the wall were exactly ten bottles of canned yellow peaches.
In the morning, the old lady and Liu Lanying each brought two bottles, and then Jin Xiaomei, Zhao Ling, and Xu Chunyan came over one after another to deliver cans. The three of them also took two bottles each, which made up ten bottles.
"Yeah." Wang Meilan responded vaguely, and then said to the three children: "Let's eat, and we'll make canned food for you after dinner."
The three children were not too excited when they heard that they could eat canned food. As conditions got better and better, they all ate almost all the canned goods.
After dinner, Wang Meilan picked the table and asked Zhao Hong to go next door to call Li Xiaoqiao over.
The four little girls finished eating the cans and went to school together. After cleaning up the stove, Wang Meilan opened the door and entered the west room.
The moment the door rang, Zhao Youcai, who was petting the little lynx, quickly retracted his hands into the bed and continued to pretend to sleep.
Wang Meilan twitched the corner of her mouth and said angrily: "What's going on? Do you still need me to feed you?"
"Lan Na, cough! Cough!" It was true that Zhao Youcai was coughing. His voice was hoarse and he said, "Give me some porridge."
"Okay!" He said it was time to fight. Wang Meilan was really angry when he was angry, and he was really distressed when he was hurt. But even though he agreed to cook porridge for Zhao Youcai, Wang Meilan still couldn't help but say something strange and said: "You have merit, I have to serve you."
Zhao Youcai didn't dare to say a word and quietly pulled up the corner of the quilt.
Add water to the leftover rice and set fire to the bottom of the pot. The water in the pot will boil and the rice will bubble. This is what Zhao Youcai calls porridge.
Wang Meilan put the porridge in a big bowl and let it cool. After she cut a cucumber, she took the porridge bowl and pickle plate into the west room.
"Get up and eat." When Wang Meilan said this, her tone was stiff, and every word was in a falling tone.
But Zhao Youcai didn't say anything and got up with his hands on the kang.
Wang Meilan placed the dishes on the edge of the kang, then took the kang table and placed it in front of Zhao Youcai.
"Dang! Dang!" Wang Meilan was obviously angry when she put the dishes on the kang table. She glared at Zhao Youcai and said, "Sēi!"
Zhao Youcai didn't dare to say a word, took the chopsticks and started eating.
He was also hungry, and the porridge and pickles were quite tasty.
While Zhao Youcai was eating, Wang Meilan stood aside and looked at him askance.
Zhao Youcai felt something was wrong after taking two bites, and secretly glanced at Wang Meilan. When their eyes touched, Zhao Youcai hurriedly looked away, then picked up the bowl and slurped the porridge along the edge of the bowl.
But at this time, Wang Meilan said: "Then I was talking to Aunt Jiang earlier, did you listen?"
Aunt Jiang in Wang Meilan's mouth was the old lady. At that time, she told the old lady that she would never let Zhao Youcai go up the mountain from now on. Zhao Youcai, who was pretending to sleep at the time, heard this clearly, but how could he dare to say that?
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"Lan Na." Zhao Youcai changed the subject and said, "I just remembered, Old Pee and the others haven't eaten yet? How about you summon them over?"
"You don't have to worry about others." Wang Meilan sat sideways on the edge of the kang and said face to face with Zhao Youcai: "You don't have to pretend to me. If you go to the mountains to play harp again, we will separate our families."
"Huh?" Zhao Youcai didn't expect that Wang Meilan would directly give him an ultimatum.
"Don't you always clamor for a dog?" Wang Meilan put her finger on the kang table and said, "I will take my son and daughter to live in a new house. After that, you can raise a dog here by yourself. I will tell you what your salary has been over the years.
I'll give it to you, whether you're talking about being a little wife or something else, you can do whatever you want."
"Lan Na." Zhao Youcai's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to Wang Meilan, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about what I say." Wang Meilan said bluntly: "I'm just asking you, do you listen?"
At this moment, Zhao Youcai chose to remain silent. But the next second, Wang Meilan slapped the table and shouted: "Did you hear that?"
"I heard you." Zhao Youcai replied reluctantly. Wang Meilan gave him a hard look, then stood up and left.
"Alas!" Zhao Youcai sighed and looked out the window. Seeing the snow-capped mountains in the distance touching the sky, Zhao Youcai felt a sense of desolation in his heart that his ambitions had not yet been fulfilled.
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"Le Yu, thank you." Zhao Weipeng sat on the bed at Yong'an Forest Farm Guest House and thanked Yu Quanjin who helped him carry his luggage.
"Boss Zhao, there's no need to be polite to me." Yu Quanjin smiled and said, "If you need anything, just tell us."
"It's nothing, nothing." Zhao Weipeng touched the radiator and said, "It's quite warm."
"This room is not cold." Yu Quanjin said: "Secretary Zhou will also stay here at night. When he comes to see you, we have everything to eat in the cafeteria."
"Okay." Zhao Weipeng nodded in agreement, then looked at Yu Quanjin and said, "You are less than, I'm fine here. If you need to be busy, go ahead and do your thing."
After hearing Boss Zhao's order to expel guests, Yu Quanjin left in a sensible manner.
At this time, only Zhao Jun and Zhao Weipeng were left in the room.
"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng asked Zhao Jun impatiently: "When are we going to fight them about that big bear bully?"
During the meal, Li Niansong, the security director, mentioned the brown bear that was causing harm to people, and then he asked Zhao Jun if he could hunt and kill the brown bear.
But before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhou Chunming interrupted and changed the topic, because Zhou Jianjun told Zhou Chunming in the morning that Zhao Jun did not want to fight the brown bear. The Zhao and Zhou families are real relatives, so of course Zhou Chunming turned to Zhao Jun.
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Zhao Weipeng said nothing at the dinner table, but now he asked about Zhao Jun.
"Uncle." Zhao Jun said to him, "We can't measure this thing."
"What's going on?" Zhao Weipeng asked in confusion: "Haven't you ever beaten a big brown bear worth 1,200 to 3,000 pieces?"
"Uncle, that's different." Zhao Jun explained to Zhao Weipeng: "This brown bear killed two people. The elders said that such a mountain animal is taboo, so try not to mess with it as much as possible."
What Zhao Jun said was just a refusal. But Zhao Weipeng really listened to what he said.
"Then forget it." After saying that, Zhao Weipeng grabbed his luggage bag. After opening the luggage bag, Zhao Weipeng took out a cloth bag roll. Then he held the cloth bag roll in both hands and asked Zhao Jun: "Nephew, what am I doing here?"
There is a piece of leather, see if you can identify what kind of leather it is."
"Let me take a look." Zhao Jun smiled and took the roll of cloth bag. After unfolding it on the bed, Zhao Jun was stunned when he opened the mouth of the cloth bag.
Inside was a piece of feline skin. The fur was gray and white, with black gold spots on it.
This Zhao Juntai knew him well, it was the same leopard skin he had beaten.
Zhao Jun closed his eyes, knowing that Zhao Weipeng bought this leather from Zheng Donghai, and he couldn't spend less.
But Zhao Jun didn't say anything, because he couldn't ruin people's jobs. He just smiled at Zhao Weipeng and said, "Uncle, I know him. This is a native leopard skin."
"Wrong!" Zhao Weipeng pointed his thick fingers at Zhao Jun and said, "This is called a golden leopard!"
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"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng asked Zhao Jun, "Do you know what this is called?"
"Just wait and get rich." Zhao Jun blurted out.
"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled and asked with his eyes widened: "You also know?"
Zhao Jun smiled lightly and didn't say anything else. Again, you can't ruin people's jobs. It's their ability to make money.
At this time, Zhao Weipeng bent down with difficulty and put his hand into the luggage bag.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Weipeng took out most of the pack of Shilin cigarettes. It looked like there were nine packs, and the other pack should be the pack that Zhao Weipeng threw on the mountain.
Zhao Weipeng threw aside most of the pack of Shilin cigarettes, then took out a whole pack of Shilin cigarettes from his pocket, then handed it to Zhao Jun and said, "Nephew, take this back to your dad."
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Zhao Jun quickly declined: "You can keep it for yourself."
"Take it." Zhao Weipeng's tone was unquestionable and he said: "Listen to your uncle and take it quickly."
"Okay, uncle, I'll thank you on behalf of my father." Zhao Jun stood up from his chair and took the Shilin cigarettes with both hands. This big boss was so brave. He smoked a pack of cigarettes from Zhao Jun and returned one cigarette.
But at this time, Zhao Weipeng continued to reach out and rummage in his pocket.
Suddenly, Zhao Weipeng took out another cloth bag roll. Under Zhao Jun's gaze, Zhao Weipeng took out a piece of yellow leather. The piece of leather was much smaller than the one Zhao Weipeng was sitting on, but it was also covered with paper.
It was covered with money spots and looked like leopard skin.
"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhao Jun and asked with a smile: "Do you know what these two pieces of leather are called together?"
Zhao Weipeng wanted Zhao Jun to take him to fight leopards, so he took out all the treasures he had just collected and showed them to Zhao Jun.
"The hall is full of gold and silver." Zhao Jun responded casually, but his attention at this time was all on the yellow fur.
"Ah!" Zhao Weipeng said with a smile: "Nephew, do you know everything?"
"Yeah." Zhao Jun responded subconsciously: "This is made up by my uncle...my Uncle Li."