Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 1332 They were taken away and sold.
Wang An didn't intend to kill the kid with this shot, so he aimed at a distance of about two meters in front of him.

However, the sand and snow kicked up by the bullets also flew up quite properly, forming a fan shape as they flew towards the kid.

Caught off guard, the boy was immediately splattered with sand and snow, some of which even got into his eyes. He let out a scream, dropped the axe, and squatted down to rub his eyes.

Seeing these people standing there without saying a word, Wang An shouted at them with a face full of contempt:

"What? You bunch of idiots want to try and smash bars like other people? Get the hell out of here, you son of a bitch."

After Wang An finished cursing, he didn't even glance at these people. He casually turned off the safety on his Type 54 pistol, put it in his pocket, and then continued fiddling with the rope as if nothing had happened.

It must be said that Wang An's attitude at this moment was absolutely brave and domineering, with a kind of "one man can hold the pass against ten thousand men" attitude.

There's no way around it; no matter what, whoever has the gun is the one who holds the truth!

Of course, these people probably felt a little embarrassed, or they were just relying on their numbers, so they didn't leave. Instead, they stood there watching Wang An tie the rope to the fallen log. They didn't retreat, but none of them dared to move forward either.

Just kidding, we don't even know each other, who knows if Wang An would actually point his gun at someone?

Even though they knew Wang An wouldn't dare to kill anyone, no one dared to break the law.

Ignoring everyone else, Wang An slowly tied the rope, then slowly hung the other end of the rope on the front trailer hook of the Liberation truck. Wang An then waved to Wang Li, signaling him to reverse.

Wang Li glanced at the group of people outside the window, then shifted into reverse and stepped on the gas.

As the car reversed, the log that Wang An had tried to move several times without success was forcibly pulled aside by the Liberation truck and placed on the road.

To be honest, the Great Liberation was truly impressive.

The fallen logs were moved, and the truck could pass smoothly. But after Wang An removed the rope from the hook, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he leaned out the window and said to Wang Li:
“Drive the car forward a bit. I think this fallen log is pretty good. It’s ash, and it should be worth at least thirty or twenty yuan. Let’s haul it away and sell it to a plywood factory in Harbin.”

Wang Li was taken aback upon hearing this, and said with a completely bewildered expression:

"Pull, pull, take it away and sell it?"

For a moment, Wang Li was really not keeping up with Wang An's thinking. The main problem was that this was a piece of wood that someone else was using to block the road, but Wang An was going to take it away and sell it.

Wang An frowned slightly and rolled his eyes at Wang Li, saying:

"Absolutely. I've seen this wood, it's really good. In the mountains right near our house, it would be incredibly difficult to find a piece of ash wood this thick. If we don't sell it, we could take it home and make some really good furniture."

Mu Xueli naturally heard Wang An's words. She blinked and gestured with her eyes to the group of men with shovels and pickaxes, saying:

"Brother-in-law, those guys are just standing there watching. Can we just let them take us away like that?"

To be honest, Wang An was incredibly audacious. A group of people were just standing there with their weapons, staring at him menacingly, but Wang An acted as if he didn't even notice.

Wang An glanced back at those people, then turned back and said nonchalantly:

"Hey, it's nothing, don't waste time standing there. Are you still going to buy the big color TV or not?"

So, under Wang An's command, Wang Li drove the Liberation truck forward a bit, positioning the rear of the truck towards the fallen tree.

After Wang Li and Mu Xueli got out of the car, the three of them, along with Wang An, tried to lift the log, but it was too heavy. They could only lift one side of the log up to waist height before they couldn't lift it anymore. Helpless, the three of them put the log down again.

Although he hadn't moved it, Wang An looked at the growth rings on the cross-section of the fallen log and said to Wang Li and Mu Xueli:
"Look at this ash tree, isn't it amazing? It must be at least two or three hundred years old. We wander around the mountains every day, when have we ever seen such a thick ash tree?"

To be honest, if this were in later generations, a single piece of ash wood would be worth at least tens of thousands.

Putting aside anything else, even if this piece of wood were used to make a coffin, all the rich people would fight over it. The main reason is that everyone wants to be able to sleep in a good coffin after they die!
Mu Xueli said with a helpless expression:

"What good is it if we can't fix it?"

Wang An glanced around, and an idea instantly came to him. He turned to the group of men carrying pickaxes and axes and shouted:
"Come on, a few of you come over here and help me lift this fallen log onto the cart. It won't be for nothing, you'll get 3 cents each."

As he spoke, Wang An pulled out his 54 pistol again, his face showing a "Let's see who dares to run away?" attitude.

Wang An's actions are always so unexpected. He actually hired robbers to help with manual labor. Who would have thought that?

Therefore, Wang Li and Mu Xueli felt terrible after hearing Wang An's words.

After waiting a while and seeing that these people didn't move, Wang An fired another shot into the sky. The sound faded away, and Wang An pointed his gun at the group, saying impatiently:
"What the hell are you all looking at? Get up here and carry the wood. Let me tell you, I'm a company commander. If I kill you all, I'll definitely get punished, but if I cripple a few of you, then I haven't done anything wrong. Hurry up, don't make me angry."

Startled by the gunfire, more than half of the people exchanged glances, casually dropped their weapons, and walked over.

But these people had only taken a few steps when one of those who hadn't moved suddenly craned his neck, glared with wide eyes, and shouted:
"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

These words caused those who had already walked several meters to stop in their tracks.

Wang An's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to shoot the kid in the thigh.

With Wang An's marksmanship, he could hit exactly where he pointed, so there was no question of him missing. The boy's screams immediately echoed across the highway.

After firing the shot, Wang An even mocked the kid, saying:

"How dare you be so arrogant when you're just a guy who smashes bars?"

Ignoring the kid, Wang An pointed to the few people who hadn't moved forward and said:

"Who else wants to come for a bit?"

Upon hearing this, those men immediately shook their heads like rattles.

Wang An glanced at these people, then said to those who had already walked past:

"Hurry up, I'm busy."

And so, with the concerted efforts of these nine young men, the thick and heavy ash wood was finally lifted into the truck bed of the Liberation truck.

Wang An kept his word, took out 3 yuan and handed it to one of the people, saying:

"You each have 3 cents. Use the remaining 3 cents to buy a pack of cigarettes. It's not easy for anyone."

(End of this chapter)