The whole mountain is my hunting ground

In the southeast corner of the canteen of Yongan Forest Farm, Li Ruhai stood on a stool, which made him taller than the workers around him.

Li Ruhai clasped his fists around with a smile on his face, but when the workers heard the critical moment, how could they let him go?

It was obviously the eldest son of Master Zhang's family in the second canteen who stole corn, but was shot by the eldest son of Li Dayong, the deputy leader of the dispatch team.

But why will Han Baoyu lose his arm next time?

Also, after the gunshot, was the man named Zhang Laibao dead?

With so many questions, how could workers in their forties or fifties let Li Ruhai leave? The guys blocked Li Ruhai horizontally and vertically, forcing him to finish telling his story before he could leave.

In fact, even if they didn't stop him, Li Ruhai couldn't hold back his mouth. But speaking out on your own and praying to others are two different things.

This greatly inspired Li Ruhai's self-confidence and greatly satisfied Li Ruhai's vanity.

"Okay!" Li Ruhai raised his hand and clenched it into a fist in the air, just like the chorus conductor's last closing gesture, and said loudly: "Then I will tell you another story for all the fellow workers!"

"good!"

"good!"

For a time, applause came one after another. Li Ruhai's previous paragraph ended at a climax and was also suspenseful, making these workers unable to stop.

As soon as they made a noise here, more people in the cafeteria noticed and rushed over to join in the fun.

Wu Feng looked at the growing crowd and couldn't help but admired: "Whose kid is this? He's really provocative!"

Breaking into trouble is originally a verb. It's just that Northeastern people sometimes use it as an adjective, which almost means daring to fight and dare to fight, but it is generally used to describe children.

What could Li Dayong say? He just lowered his head and said to Wu Feng without raising his head: "Eat quickly."

The dish cooked in the cafeteria today is soybean sprouts stewed with potatoes and cabbage. Soybean sprouts are different from mung bean sprouts. Mung bean sprouts are long and soybean sprouts are short.

And at this time, the soybean sprouts produced by Northeastern methods are actually swollen soybeans with a little sprout.

Therefore, Wu Feng threw a soybean sprout into his mouth like peanuts, and then said to Li Dayong: "I'll go over there to eat, will you go?"

When Li Dayong heard this, he frowned and said, "Just sit here and eat. Why bother?"

"Listen to what that child said!" Wu Feng said, piercing the two pieces of steamed cake in the lunch box lid with chopsticks, and then put the bottom of the lunch box into the lunch box lid. Then he held the lunch box in one hand and the steamed cake skewers in the other, stood up and faced Li Dayong said: "If you don't go, I will go."

After saying that, Wu Feng quickly went to the nearest table outside the crowd and sat down. Li Dayong took a look and found that all the people sitting on that table were people from the dispatch team.

At this moment, there were seventy or eighty people surrounding Li Ruhai.

Although there are more and more people, Li Dayong knows that his old son will not have stage fright, because that kid is crazy alone!

Sure enough, seeing so many people gathering towards him, Li Ruhai's shoulders trembled slightly with excitement.

"There are still so many people in the forest farm! How can there be such a scene in the countryside or school!" Li Ruhai's face turned red, his voice suddenly expanded a bit, and he said excitedly: "The book is connected to the previous chapter. The book mentioned our forest farm. Zhang Zhanshan, the master chef of the Second Canteen, sent his two sons, brothers Zhang Laibao and Zhang Laifa, to sneak into the Yong'an Tunnan land under the dark night to harm the unripe corn sticks of Li Dayong, the deputy leader of the dispatching team..."

Hearing this, Wu Feng, who was biting his cake, was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Li Dayong.

Not only him, but all the dispatching team employees also put down their chopsticks and looked at Li Dayong.

The moment Li Dayong and Wu Feng's eyes met, he felt his face was a little hot. He quickly turned his head, took the food and walked away.

"Dayong!" At this time, a voice came from the back kitchen. Zhao Youcai came out of the back kitchen and came to Li Dayong's side and asked, "How is Baoyu's arm? Didn't he say it was fine yesterday?"

As soon as Li Dayong heard this, he knew that Zhao Youcai must have heard Li Ruhai's words, "It's so painful to lose an arm to a stupid treasure."

"Alas!" Li Dayong sighed softly, shook his head and said, "My family is unlucky!"

Li Dayong didn't say anything about Li Baoyu, but just said this. Zhao Youcai immediately understood what was going on. He turned his eyes over there and vaguely heard Li Ruhai's childish voice: "The sky and the earth were pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. Although there was a flashlight illuminating it at this time, the honest Li Baoyu couldn't see clearly. He just thought it was a blind man splitting corns. .

When Li Baoyu thought that the corn sticks his parents had worked so hard to cultivate would be reduced to livestock rations, Li Baoyu was filled with anger and hatred. Raise the gun in your palm and aim at the beast..."

Zhao Youcai listened to a few words and felt that he was very interested and still had something to say. He immediately smiled at Li Dayong and said, "Where did this kid learn it?"

"I don't know." Li Dayong said angrily, "Our family didn't teach him this."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Youcai laughed, and he and Li Dayong sat down on both sides of the table, and then said: "I remembered that during the May Festival on New Year's Eve, we were making rice dumplings in the cafeteria. If Ruhai insisted on coming with me, I would take the lead. When he came, he sat by the radio and ate. There happened to be an old man talking about storytelling on the radio, and when the old man said something, he would sit aside and learn a sentence."

"Yeah." Li Dayong said: "When you get back, tell me that this kid may have something wrong with him, and I have to ask Mrs. Han to figure it out for him."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Youcai laughed up and down, and after a while he stopped laughing and said, "Looking at it today, we seem to have delayed our children."

At this point, Zhao Youcai lowered his tongue, with a wicked smile on his face, and said: "It doesn't take much, if this child can come for two or three days, our entire forest farm will know about the scandalous things done by Zhang Wang and his family. "

"Haha." Li Dayong laughed dryly. He felt quite relieved when he thought about Zhang Zhanshan's reputation being disgraced. But his old son's appearance really made him unhappy.

You know, the publicity team is a publicity team, and others are doing propaganda, and they are all positive and uplifting content. But his Li Ruhai, to put it bluntly, just talks about his wife. This is what old rural women do when they have enough to eat and have nothing to do.

But how did Li Dayong know that his old son had really not made enough money from morning to now.

At the same time, in the second canteen of the forest farm. Zhang Zhanshan just felt that something was wrong. The workers were staring in the direction of the kitchen and whispering.

But hundreds of people were whispering, and the sound was loud when they were gathered together.

Zhang Zhanshan vaguely heard his name, and he suddenly felt something bad.

But Zhang Zhanshan didn't know what happened. He wanted to ask his apprentice to go out and find out, but then he thought about it and came out of the kitchen himself.

But what Zhang Zhanshan didn't expect was that as soon as he came out, some workers who were closer to the kitchen started to move away.

Zhang Zhanshan was stunned, knowing something was wrong, and hurriedly turned back to the kitchen, called a clever apprentice, and asked him to go out and inquire.

Soon, the apprentice came back, but he looked at Zhang Zhanshan with an incomprehensible expression.

Zhang Zhanshan hurriedly pulled him aside and asked, "Tell me, what happened."

"Um..." The young apprentice also felt it was difficult to say and hesitated.

"Say it!"

The young apprentice could only bite the bullet and said: "Master, it is said outside that you asked your son to break off other people's corn sticks in the middle of the night and go back to feed your little black blind man."

At this point, the young apprentice paused and continued in a low voice: "The ones who are causing trouble... are the ones who are in charge of me."

"It's over!" Zhang Zhanshan felt his head buzzing and his vision went dark. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the door frame to steady himself.

He is bad, but these days, bad people have to blend into the group and have a similar reputation.

Over the years, Zhang Zhanshan has had a bad reputation in the countryside, but he has managed his reputation pretty well in the second canteen of the forest farm, and even in the entire forest farm.

But today, he knows that his reputation is over

No, it’s not just him, their family’s reputation is ruined!

These days, stealing food is not a big deal or a small matter. After all, many people don't have enough to eat and are starving to death, so why bother about that?

Everyone understands this kind of thing. If your family really doesn't have enough food to eat, just come to our field and get some. Then you should accumulate virtue and do good deeds.

However, it is okay to eat, but not harmful!

Especially now, the corn has just been starched, and the corn particles are not yet full and will disappear when they are ripe. Animals can eat it, but people cannot.

You, Zhang Zhanshan, can raise little black blind boys and feed them corn, but you can feed them with your own corn.

You are a black blind man who breaks off other people's corns and feeds it to your own family. This is a disservice!

Moreover, food is precious, and it is unforgivable for you to use it to feed livestock!

But this is only one aspect. What makes these workers even more unacceptable is that Zhang Zhanshan harmed his own villagers.

In the countryside, there is an old saying: A good dog must protect its three neighbors.

This means that dogs not only look after their own homes, but also look after their neighbors.

If this is the case with dogs, how much more so with humans?

This is similar to the fact that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. They all advise neighbors to live in harmony.

But what about Zhang Zhanshan?

Many people know that he and Zhao Youcai are mortal enemies, but they don't know what grudge he has against Li Dayong.

You have no grievances with others, but you are causing harm to the villagers and relatives like this. This is simply worse than a dog!

Who would dare to deal with such a person?

Even the young apprentice who had just gone out to inquire about the news was filled with contempt for Zhang Zhanshan's behavior. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said the word “disaster” just now!

But Zhang Zhanshan didn't notice this at all. At this time, his heart was already in chaos. He was flustered, frightened, and a little confused.

The moment this happened, he thought of Zhao Youcai. But then I thought about it, not to mention that Zhao Youcai didn't have this ability. The point is, when the meal first started, it was not like this in the second cafeteria.

Who is it that can have such means?

At this time, a man opened the white curtain nailed to the door frame and rushed in, almost bumping into Zhang Zhanshan.

Zhang Zhanshan was startled, and when he came to his senses, he realized that the person was none other than his son-in-law Dong Zhiming.

"Dad!" Dong Zhiming had an angry look on his face. When he saw Zhang Zhanshan, he ignored the people next to him and said, "How can you do this? How can your daughter and I have the dignity to see anyone?"

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