Forest Farm 1985: Raise a bear cub to climb the mountain

Chapter 32 The Gunman Has No Bullets

I don’t know what good luck the Dai family has had recently, but you can see cars driving to their house every now and then.

It's normal for people to feel in high spirits when they are happy, but no one would go out in the village in the dark to push a cart and pull a big net!
Dai Laohan and Dai Bai looked like donkeys that had taken breeding drugs today, with their stubbornness showing no signs of venting.

They caught those families in the village who had set up a large net and knocked on their doors one by one.

The guys were all confused. What was going on?
"Old Zhang! Let's go! Pull the big net!"

"Hey yo! Hey yo!"

"Ding Cat! Still sleeping! Let's go!"

"Hey yo! Hey yo!"

When they arrived at the village with their eyes covered, they saw the Dai family father and son and two door gods leaning against the wooden archway at the entrance of the village, letting their coats flutter.

The cold wind howls,

Everyone wrapped their clothes tightly and shivered as if there was an electric shock on the ground.

Old Zhang came to Dai Laohan with a hunched back.

"Old fool, why are you so early today?"

"You ask who bought this coat?! Bai, tell him!"

"My brother! Oh my! He's such a spendthrift! He bought a fifty-one-piece coat for each of us! And we can't return it. It's a waste if we don't wear it. Can you imagine how much trouble this has caused?"

"No! I didn't say that. We just want to understand why Emma is so confused today! Lao Han, Bai Zi, what's wrong with you two? Why are your faces one yellow and the other purple?"

"Radiant!"

"Wax for cold protection!"

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In the snow and wind, a group of gentlemen just want to go home.

But things in the village are much more normal.

Because there is no farm work in winter, most women would gather at the entrance of the Xiangdongfang convenience store during the free time between meals to listen to stories and chat.

Jiang Weiqun ran to the Oriental Store with a greasy face, gave him a dime, and called her brother Jiang Haohan's office.

Jiang Haohan is considered a leader in Zhazi Forest Farm and is usually in charge of scheduling.

"Hello? Brother?"

"Ah~ Nothing much. Didn't you say a few days ago that you wanted Xiao Qian to stay at your place for a few days?"

"Ah, I won't bother you and your sister-in-law."

"It's okay, it's okay. When are you free? Come over and sit with me. Your nephew is really capable!

Yesterday, someone bought a coat for each of our family members, as well as some clam oil and some chicken feather cream. I don’t understand what they are and I can’t read!
We all know Fuqiang noodles, which are very appetizing and delicious!

Come here! Bring the two boys along! It’s been a long time since Yingying played with her two brothers!"

"Yeah! No, no!

Your nephew brought back more than ten pounds of pork fat yesterday!
I just made some oil, it smells so good! I also have some fried corn! Bring your two kids along! I’ll make something delicious for you!”

"Hey! Hey! Okay! See you later!"

After Jiang Weiqun finished the call, she felt a breath of relief flowing from her chest to her heels, and the old ladies around her looked at her with a little more fear.

"Wei Qin, your family is doing very well recently."

The one who was speaking was the village head Wang Tudouzi's wife, Ju Hongxian.

When the organization was disbanded last year, her husband took charge of the team's tractors and rented land from several surrounding families, including Huang Dawei's.

Just by growing potatoes at home and driving tractors for several nearby villages, he earned nearly 2,000 yuan a year. He immediately became the village's top earner.

"Yeah! Songzi has changed his mind. Once this man has changed his mind, he will devote himself to making money."

"Ah? Songzi made money?"

"What does Songzi do?"

"If Songzi can help make money, your family will be better off!"

The old ladies around them were talking to each other, and they left Ju Hongxian and ran to Jiang Weiqin. I couldn't see clearly because I was far away before, but when I got closer, I found that Jiang Weiqin's face was particularly shiny and pink, much more beautiful than the dry and rosy face in the past.

"Ah! Wei Qin, what's on your face?"

“It smells delicious!”

"What good stuff? Was it also bought for you by Songzi?"

Jiang Weiqun was amazed by what she heard.

The feeling of pride in my heart spread out like a child wetting the kang.

"Clam oil is not an expensive thing. Songzi bought one for each person in our family."

"Oh my god, Sister Wei Qin, can you apply it on me? It looks good!"

"I didn't bring any. They're not expensive. They're only 50 cents each. Go buy them yourself."

"Ah? 50 cents a piece isn't expensive!"

"Lao Xiang! Do you have anything to sell?"

A half-bald head appeared from behind the counter. As soon as he shook his head, he was immediately met with contempt from a group of old women.

"How come you have nothing, you unlucky thing?!"

"That's right! He doesn't have this or that. He just sits there with a broken radio all day long and won't even turn on a station. He's like running a chicken feather shop."

Faced with this bunch of old women, Xiang Dongfang's nerves had long been so strong that their terminals had become necrotic. Women in the village were like this. No matter how powerful they were outside, they could only be fierce with their mouths.

I'll have to buy things from him later.

Only the chrysanthemum fairy, alone, sat on a small stool and muttered,
"What are you showing off? You're so cocky!
This 50-cent thing is like a treasure. I'll ask my man to buy me one later!"

Dai Song has sneezed several times since he got up. He suspected that he had caught a cold because he had been too active last night.

Nan Chunwan, who was wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, had a rosy complexion.

Apart from two faint dark circles under his eyes, there was nothing else wrong.

Dai Song grinned. He must have been exhausted yesterday, and then he was overdrawn.

After all, who would be beaten up to the sky by a sow during the day, and then have to fight again until dawn when he returns home at night, until he runs out of ammunition and food!

It's only twice in two lifetimes, and there were several decades between them. He is as sensitive as a bald chicken. Isn't he allowed to adapt? !

At least, that is to say, when it comes to the speed of "blood recovery", no one can match him.

Practice more and you will succeed!
Dai Song, who was clear-headed, wiped away the decadence on his face and hugged Nan Chunwan.

"Xiao Wan, why don't you change your coat?"

"I can still wear these clothes, but I want to save my coat for the New Year."

Although she had dark circles under her eyes, when she looked at herself, the uneasiness and vigilance in her eyes had completely disappeared.

How do you say that?

Dai Song scratched his head, trying to come up with something interesting but failing to do so.

"You can buy it during the Chinese New Year. This piece of clothing is for you. Your cotton-padded jacket has shrunk after so many years."

Dai Song stuck to Nan Chunwan's butt like a big tail.

"And there are pants. There must be enough cloth and cotton. Hurry up and make yourself a new pair of pants, otherwise I will make a hole in these pants within three days!"

Nan Chunwan didn't react at first, and was forced to lie on the stove by Dai Song behind her.
Only then did she realize what was happening, and in anger and shame she punched Dai Song with her little pink fist, then ran to the side room to help Yingying dress and wash.

Dai Song was so shocked that he couldn't close his eyes and immediately felt guilty:

I have such a good daughter-in-law. How heartless must I have been in my previous life to have treated her so badly!
I must compensate her well in this life, and also give my daughter the best I can!

After breakfast, Dai Song went out in his new coat, full of fighting spirit. But as soon as he took out his gun and put it in his backpack, his fighting spirit was extinguished:
There are only two rounds of bullets, 20 rounds, but now there are only 15 rounds.

To be safe, this ammunition is only enough for him to go up the mountain once.

Audit uncle!! orz bang bang bang!
I have been honest, please let me go,

Don't embarrass my readers. If you have any grudges, go find Dai Song.
His family lives in Tuanjietun, No. 98 Forest Section, Zhazi Forest Farm, Daxinganling.
If you don’t know it, I can show you the way.

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(End of this chapter)