The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Zhao Jun had been tossing and turning for most of the night, and he was exhausted. Now he had to deal with Zhao Weipeng, so Zhao Jun was speechless.

After finally turning the cannon egg upside down, Zhao Weipeng screamed: "Ah, the gun."

It was a coincidence that he had just tripped and the gun in his hand slipped out of his hand, and the gun was buried under the wild boar in the snow.

As the two men turned the wild boar to the right, Zhao Weipeng saw a corner of the butt of the gun exposed.

Zhao Jun curled his lips helplessly and took out Zhou Chengguo's Mongolian pick to open the wild boar.

Usually when Zhao Jun went up the mountain, this kind of dirty and tiring work was done by someone else, but today he had to do it himself.

While Zhao Jun was busy, Zhao Weipeng was not idle either. He cleaned the snow on the surface of the gun, but there was no way to deal with the snow that got into the barrel, so he had to go back to clean it.

After Zhao Weipeng put the gun on his shoulder, he slapped his left hand on his trouser pocket, and then bent over to search in the snow.

"Uncle." Seeing him like this, Zhao Jun asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm out of cigarettes." Zhao Weipeng said.

"It's probably that he just ran away." Zhao Jun said, and stood up and greeted Zhao Weipeng, saying, "Uncle, I have cigarettes in my pocket. My hands are dirty. Come and get them yourself."

"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled, and walked towards Zhao Jun while saying, "Don't you not smoke?"

"Ah... I brought it to my dad." Zhao Jun replied vaguely. At this time, Zhao Weipeng reached into Zhao Jun's pocket and took out the half-pack of Shilin cigarettes.

The whole pack of cigarettes was ten packs. Zhang Guoqing took one box, and Zhao Jun took out two boxes to give to Zhou Chunming and Zhou Jianjun. At this time, there were seven packs of cigarettes left.

Zhao Weipeng took out the cigarettes and was stunned. He subconsciously asked Zhao Jun, "Does your father usually smoke this cigarette?"

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 yuan. A pack of Shilin cigarettes is five yuan, and a pack of Shilin cigarettes costs more than 40 yuan. If Zhao Jun's father always smokes Shilin, then his family is not ordinary.

Zhao Jun smiled faintly and said, "Yeah, he is quite picky."

"Ah..." Zhao Weipeng replied a little dazedly, "Yes, this cigarette is good to smoke."

After saying this, Zhao Weipeng couldn't help but be stunned. He remembered that he had said this when he gave Zhao Jun cigarettes before.

Zhao Jun, who was picking pig intestines, smiled at Zhao Weipeng and said, "Uncle, if it's good to smoke, you can smoke it. It's okay."

"Hey." Zhao Weipeng responded, took out a pack of Shilin cigarettes, and then returned the rest to Zhao Jun.

Zhao Weipeng unpacked a cigarette and smoked, while Zhao Jun was busy supporting the pig's chest and putting snow into it.

Zhao Weipeng finished smoking a cigarette and came to help Zhao Jun. How could a big boss do this? He acted clumsy, but there was such a person who could help Zhao Jun turn the pig. Although Zhao Jun was still the main force, it was better to have helpers than not.

The two worked for more than an hour, and then hurried down the mountain to return to the forest farm.

When they returned to the forest farm, it was just past twelve o'clock, just in time for the forest farm to have lunch at noon.

In order to entertain Zhao Weipeng, the canteen director Zhang Guoqing personally cooked.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, braised forest frog in sauce, white-cut elbow, pickled potato shreds, fried peanuts, stir-fried cabbage with black fungus, and pickled cabbage with pork belly, eight dishes were placed on the table.

Zhou Chunming, the director of the forestry farm Fan Zhisheng, the director of the security farm Li Niansong, and the section chief Xiao Dianchen, the four giants of the forest farm accompanied them. Even Zhou Jianjun could not get to the table, but Zhao Jun sat by the door.

Although Zhao Jun was just a small inspector, none of Fan Zhisheng and his friends dared to step on him, because Zhao Jun was not only related to Zhou Chunming, but also a popular figure in front of Chu Anmin.

After three rounds of drinking, Zhao Weipeng became excited. Just when Xiao Dianchen asked casually, "How was Boss Zhao's walk up the mountain today?" Zhao Weipeng started to talk excitedly.

He did not say that he was tired after walking two or three hundred meters up the mountain, nor did he mention that he took away a bunch of wild boar hair with four shots. He only talked about his "legendary" experience of shooting and stabbing, and killing five cannon eggs.

Hearing his talk, Zhou Chunming and others looked at each other in surprise.

They have been working in this forest area for many years, and they have all passed through the forest and climbed over the mountains. They know that Zhao Jun is capable, but it is impossible for him to go out for a morning and kill five cannon eggs, right?

Zhao Weipeng is a fun person, but he has been ups and downs in the business world, and he can see at a glance that several people are suspicious of what he said.

"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 slurping vermicelli, was startled. Zhang Guoqing was worthy of being the canteen director and was good at cooking. The vermicelli was mixed with rice and tasted delicious when it was put into the mouth.

"Nephew?" Zhou Chunming looked at Zhao Jun in surprise. He didn't expect Zhao Jun to recruit so many people. Not only Chu Anmin was proud of him, but Boss Zhao became his own after just one day.

Zhao Jun laughed dryly, put down his chopsticks and said, "It's five cannon eggs, all weighing 300 kilograms. After that, I'll find a few people to bring all the pigs to our canteen tomorrow."

Zhao Weipeng didn't care about wild boar meat, let alone how much wild boar meat sold for. When he heard what Zhao Jun said, Zhao Weipeng thought about how proud he would be to bring five big wild boars back to the forest farm tomorrow?

Thinking of this, Zhao Weipeng became even more drunk.

…

In the Zhao family in Yong’antun, Wang Meilan, Zhao Hong, Zhao Na, and Xiao Lingdang were eating 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 anyone coming to our house?”

There were exactly ten cans of yellow peaches on the long table against the wall.

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 canned food. 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 I'll get you canned food after dinner."

The three children were not too excited when they heard that they could eat canned food. As the conditions got better and better, they almost finished the canned food.

After dinner, Wang Meilan picked a table and asked Zhao Hong to go to the next door to call Li Xiaoqiao over.

The four little girls finished eating canned food and went to school together. After cleaning up the stove, Wang Meilan pushed the door and entered the west room.

The moment the door rang, Zhao Youcai, who was stroking the little lynx, quickly retracted his hand into the quilt and continued to pretend to sleep.

Wang Meilan pulled the corner of her mouth and said unhappily: "What? Do you still need me to feed you?"

"Lan, cough! Cough!" Zhao Youcai coughed for real, and he said hoarsely: "Give me some porridge."

"Okay!" Wang Meilan was really angry and distressed, but although she agreed to cook porridge for Zhao Youcai, Wang Meilan still couldn't help but say something sarcastic, saying: "You have made a contribution, I have to serve you."

Zhao Youcai didn't dare to say anything, and quietly pulled the corner of the quilt up.

Add water to the leftover rice, and the firewood will burn the bottom of the pot. The water and rice in the pot will boil and bubble. This is what Zhao Youcai called porridge.

Wang Meilan put the porridge in a large bowl and let it cool. After she cut a pickled cucumber, she took the porridge bowl and the pickled vegetable dish 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 a word, and got up with his hands on the kang.

Wang Meilan put the dishes on the edge of the kang, then took the kang table and placed it in front of Zhao Youcai.

"Ding! Ding!" Wang Meilan was obviously angry when she put the dishes on the kang table. She glared at Zhao Youcai and said, "Sai (sēi)!"

Zhao Youcai didn't dare to say anything, and took the chopsticks to eat.

He was also hungry, and the porridge and pickles tasted good.

When Zhao Youcai was eating, Wang Meilan stood aside and looked at him with a sidelong look.

Zhao Youcai felt something was wrong after eating two bites, and secretly glanced at Wang Meilan. When their eyes met, Zhao Youcai hurriedly retracted his gaze, then picked up the edge of the bowl and slurped the porridge.

But at this time, Wang Meilan said: "Then I talked to Aunt Jiang the other day, did you hear it?"

The Aunt Jiang mentioned by Wang Meilan was the old lady. At that time, she told the old lady that she would never let Zhao Youcai go up the mountain again. Zhao Youcai, who was pretending to be asleep at the time, heard this clearly, but how could he dare to reply?

"Lan Na." Zhao Youcai changed the subject and said, "I just remembered that Lao Niuzi and the others haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you call them over?"

"Don't worry about others." Wang Meilan sat sideways on the edge of the kang and said to Zhao Youcai face to face, "You don't have to pretend with us. If you want to show off in the mountains again, we will separate."

"Huh?" Zhao Youcai didn't expect that Wang Meilan would directly give him an ultimatum.

"Don't you always clamor to raise a dog?" Wang Meilan pointed her finger at the kang table and said, "I will take my son and daughter to live in the new house, and then you can raise a dog here by yourself. I will give you all your salary over the years. Do you want to be a young wife or do something else? You can do whatever you want."

"Lan Na." Zhao Youcai's heart jumped when he heard it, and he hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to Wang Meilan, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't care what I say." Wang Meilan said bluntly, "I just want to ask if you heard it?"

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 it." Zhao Youcai answered reluctantly, and Wang Meilan glared at him fiercely, then got up and left.

"Alas!" Zhao Youcai sighed and looked out the window. Looking at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Zhao Youcai felt a sense of unfulfilled ambition.

...

"Xiao Yu, thank you." In the Yong'an Forest Farm Guesthouse, Zhao Weipeng sat on the bed and thanked Yu Quanjin who helped him carry his luggage in.

"Boss Zhao, don't be polite to me." Yu Quanjin smiled and said, "If you need anything, just tell us."

"Nothing, nothing." Zhao Weipeng touched the radiator and said, "It's still quite warm."

"This room is not cold." Yu Quanjin said, "Secretary Zhou also lives in the field at night. When he comes to see you, we have everything to eat in the canteen."

"Okay." Zhao Weipeng nodded and responded, then looked at Yu Quanjin and said, "Xiao Yu, I'm fine here, you should go and do your work."

Hearing that Boss Zhao had ordered him to leave, Yu Quanjin left tactfully.

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 beat up the big bear they mentioned?"

During the meal, the security chief Li Niansong mentioned the harmful brown bear, and then he asked Zhao Jun if he could help hunt 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 didn't want to fight the brown bear. The Zhao and Zhou families are real relatives, so Zhou Chunming naturally sided with Zhao Jun.

Zhao Weipeng didn't say anything at the dinner table at that time, but now he asked Zhao Jun.

"Uncle." Zhao Jun said to him: "We can't measure this thing."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Weipeng asked puzzledly: "Didn't you fight a big brown bear worth 1,200 or 1,300 yuan?"

"Uncle, that's different." Zhao Jun explained to Zhao Weipeng: "This brown bear killed two people. The old generation said that such wild animals are taboo, and you should try not to provoke them if you can."

Zhao Jun said this, but it was just an excuse. But Zhao Weipeng really listened to him.

"Forget it then." Zhao Weipeng said, pulling his luggage bag, and after opening the bag, Zhao Weipeng took out a cloth bag roll from it, and then he held the cloth bag roll with both hands and asked Zhao Jun: "Nephew, I have a piece of skin here, can you recognize what kind of skin it is."

"Let me see." Zhao Jun took the cloth bag roll with a smile, and after unfolding it on the bed, Zhao Jun opened the cloth bag and was stunned.

Inside was a cat skin, with gray and white fur and black money spots on it.

This Zhao Jun was very familiar with it, it was the leopard skin he had beaten.

Zhao Jun squinted his eyes, knowing that Zhao Weipeng bought this skin from Zheng Donghai, and he couldn't spend less money.

But Zhao Jun said nothing, because he couldn't ruin someone's job, he just smiled at Zhao Weipeng and said, "Uncle, I know, this is a local leopard skin."

"Wrong!" Zhao Weipeng pointed his thick finger at Zhao Jun and said, "This is called a golden leopard!"

As he said that, Zhao Weipeng pulled the leopard skin next to him, and then tilted his body with difficulty. When he tilted his body, Zhao Weipeng stuffed the leopard skin under his butt.

Zhao Jun: "..."

"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng asked Zhao Jun, "Do you know what this is called?"

"Wait to get rich." Zhao Jun blurted out.

"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled, widened his eyes and asked, "You know it too?"

Zhao Jun smiled faintly and said nothing more. Again, you can't ruin someone's job, it's their ability to make money.

At this time, Zhao Weipeng bent down with difficulty and reached into his luggage bag again.

Then, Zhao Weipeng took out most of the Shilin cigarettes, which looked like nine packs, and the other pack should be the pack that Zhao Weipeng threw on the mountain.

Zhao Weipeng threw the half pack of Shilin cigarettes aside, then took out a whole pack of Shilin cigarettes from his pocket, and then handed it to Zhao Jun and said, "Nephew, take this back to your father."

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Zhao Jun hurriedly declined, "You can keep it for smoking."

"Take it." Zhao Weipeng's tone was unquestionable, and he said, "Listen to uncle, take it quickly."

"Okay, uncle, I thank you for my dad." Zhao Jun got up from the chair and took the Shilin cigarettes with both hands. This big boss is really generous. He smoked a box of cigarettes from Zhao Jun and returned a pack.

But at this time, Zhao Weipeng continued to reach into his pocket.

Suddenly, Zhao Weipeng took out another cloth bag roll. Under Zhao Jun's gaze, Zhao Weipeng took out a piece of yellowish fur from it. The fur was much smaller than the one Zhao Weipeng was sitting on, but it was also covered with golden spots, and it looked like a golden leopard skin.

"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhao Jun and asked with a smile: "Do you know what these two skins are called together?"

Zhao Weipeng wanted Zhao Jun to take him to fight golden leopards, so he took out all the treasures he had just collected to show Zhao Jun.

"A house full of gold and silver." Zhao Jun replied casually, and his attention was all on the yellow fur at this time.

"Ah!" Zhao Weipeng laughed: "Nephew, you know everything?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jun responded subconsciously: "This is made up by my uncle... my uncle Li."

Zhao Weipeng: "Ah?"