sinovels Chapter 1128 Don’t ruin other people’s jobs
Chapter 1128 Don’t ruin other people’s jobs
Chapter 1128 Don’t ruin other people’s jobs
Zhao Jun had been busy for most of the night and was exhausted. Now he had to deal with Zhao Weipeng, and he was speechless.
After finally turning the cannon egg upside down, Zhao Weipeng screamed, "Ah, a gun."
As luck would have it, he had just tripped and the gun slipped out of his hand, and the gun went under the wild boar and was buried in the snow.
As the two men lifted 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 razor to gut the wild boar.
Normally when Zhao Jun went up the mountain, there were people to do the dirty and tiring work, but today he had to do it alone.
While Zhao Jun was busy, Zhao Weipeng was not idle either. He cleaned the snow off the surface of the gun, but there was nothing he could do about the snow that had gotten into the barrel, so he had to go back and clean it.
After Zhao Weipeng slung his gun over his shoulder, he slapped his trouser pocket with his left hand and then bent over to search in the snow.
"Uncle." Seeing him like this, Zhao Jun asked, "What else are you looking for?"
"I'm out of cigarettes." Zhao Weipeng said.
"That must have just jumped out." Zhao Jun said, and stood up and called Zhao Weipeng, "Uncle, I have cigarettes in my pocket. My hands are dirty, come and get them yourself."
"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled. He walked towards Zhao Jun and said, "Don't you not smoke?"
"Ah...I brought it for my dad." Zhao Jun responded vaguely. At this time, Zhao Weipeng reached into Zhao Jun's pocket and took out the half-pack of Shilin cigarettes.
The whole carton of cigarettes consisted of ten packs. Zhang Guoqing took one pack, and Zhao Jun took out two packs and gave them to Zhou Chunming and Zhou Jianjun. There were seven packs of cigarettes left at this time.
Zhao Weipeng took out the cigarette and was stunned. He subconsciously asked Zhao Jun, "Does your father 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 about 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 has always smoked Shilin, then his family must be extraordinary.
Zhao Jun smiled faintly and said, "Yeah, he's quite picky."
"Ah..." Zhao Weipeng replied in a daze: "Yes, this cigarette tastes good."
After saying this, Zhao Weipeng was 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, if you want to smoke, just smoke. It's okay."
"Hey." Zhao Weipeng responded, took out a pack of Shilin cigarettes, and then returned the rest to Zhao Jun.
Zhao Weipeng opened the pack and smoked, while Zhao Jun was busy filling the pig's chest and stuffing snow into it.
Zhao Weipeng finished smoking a cigarette and came over 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 over. Although Zhao Jun was still the main force, it was better to have a helper than nothing.
The two worked for more than an hour, and then hurried down the mountain and returned to the forest farm.
When we returned to the forest farm, it was just past twelve o'clock and we were just in time for lunch.
In order to entertain Zhao Weipeng, canteen director Zhang Guoqing cooked personally.
The table was filled with eight dishes: chicken stewed with mushrooms, pork stewed with vermicelli, braised forest frog with sauce, boiled pork elbow, pickled potato shreds, fried peanuts, stir-fried cabbage with black fungus, and pork belly with sauerkraut.
Zhou Chunming, forestry farm director Fan Zhisheng, security farm director Li Niansong, section chief Xiao Dianchen, the four big bosses of the forestry farm were present. Even Zhou Jianjun could not sit at the table, but Zhao Jun sat near the door.
Although Zhao Jun is just a small inspector, no one like Fan Zhisheng dares to step on him, because Zhao Jun is not only related to Zhou Chunming, but he is also a favorite of Chu Anmin.
After three rounds of drinks, Zhao Weipeng was getting excited. Just when Xiao Dianchen asked casually, "How about Mr. Zhao taking a walk up the mountain today?" Zhao Weipeng started talking excitedly.
He did not say that he got tired after walking two or three hundred meters up the mountain, nor did he mention that he took away a tuft of wild boar hair with four shots. He only talked about his "legendary" experience of killing five wild boars with a gun and a stabbing.
After hearing his words, Zhou Chunming and others looked at each other in bewilderment.
They have been working in this forest area for many years, passing through forests and crossing mountains. They know that Zhao Jun is capable, but it is impossible for them to kill five cannon fodders in just one morning, right?
It is true that Zhao Weipeng is a cheerful person, but he has been in the business world for a long time and he can tell at a glance that several people are suspicious of what he said.
"You don't believe it?" Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhou Chunming and the others unhappily, then raised his hand to Zhao Jun and said, "If you don't believe me, ask my nephew."
"Hmm?" Zhao Jun, who was slurping vermicelli, was startled. Zhang Guoqing was indeed the canteen director, and he was quite good at cooking. The vermicelli tasted delicious when mixed with rice and shoveled into his mouth.
"Nephew?" Zhou Chunming looked at Zhao Jun in surprise. He didn't expect Zhao Jun to be so recruiting. Not only was Chu Anmin proud of him, but Boss Zhao had become his own person after only one day of coming.
Zhao Jun laughed dryly, put down his chopsticks and said, "I'll shoot five cannon balls, each weighing 300 pounds. After that, I'll find a few people to bring all the pigs to our canteen tomorrow."
Zhao Weipeng didn't care about the meat of wild boar, nor did he care how much the wild boar meat sold for. After hearing what Zhao Jun said, Zhao Weipeng thought about how proud he would be when he could pull 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 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 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 took two bottles, and then Jin Xiaomei, Zhao Ling, and Xu Chunyan came over to deliver canned food one after another. The three of them also took two bottles each, which made up a total of ten bottles.
"Yeah." Wang Meilan responded vaguely, and then said to the three children, "Let's eat. After dinner, I'll can you guys."
When they heard that they could eat canned food, the three children were not too excited. As conditions improved, they had almost finished eating all the canned food.
After dinner, Wang Meilan picked a table and asked Zhao Hong to go next door to call Li Xiaoqiao over.
The four little girls finished their 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 opened, Zhao Youcai, who was stroking the little lynx, quickly pulled his hand back 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 Na, cough! Cough!" Zhao Youcai was coughing for real. He said in a hoarse voice, "Give me some porridge."
"Okay!" Wang Meilan was really angry and heartbroken, but even though she agreed to cook porridge for Zhao Youcai, she still said something sarcastic, "You have done a great job, so 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 leftover rice, burn the bottom of the pot with firewood, and the rice in the pot will boil and bubbles will appear. This is what Zhao Youcai calls "mao zhou".
Wang Meilan put the porridge in a large bowl and let it cool. She cut a cucumber and then carried the bowl of porridge and the plate of pickles 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 got up without saying a word, supporting himself 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.
"Ding! Ding!" Wang Meilan was obviously angry when she put the dishes on the table. She glared at Zhao Youcai and said, "Sai (sēi)!"
Zhao Youcai didn't dare say anything, he took the chopsticks and started eating.
He was also hungry, and the light porridge and pickles tasted quite good.
When Zhao Youcai was eating, Wang Meilan stood beside him and looked at him sideways.
Zhao Youcai felt something was wrong after taking two bites, and secretly glanced at Wang Meilan. When their eyes met, Zhao Youcai hurriedly retracted his gaze, then picked up the bowl and slurped the porridge along the edge of the bowl.
But at this time, Wang Meilan said, "Then you heard what I said to Aunt Jiang the other day, right?"
The Aunt Jiang that Wang Meilan mentioned 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 it clearly, but how could he dare to respond to it?
"Lan Na." Zhao Youcai changed the subject and said, "I just remembered that Lao Niuzi and the others haven't eaten yet, right? How about you call them over?"
"You don't have to 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 want to raise a dog?" Wang Meilan pointed her finger at the table and said, "I'll take my son and daughter to live in the new house, and then you can raise a dog here. I'll give you all your salary over the years, whether you want to be a young wife or do something else, it's up to you."
"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 just want to ask you if you heard it?"
At this moment, Zhao Youcai chose to remain silent. But the next second, Wang Meilan slammed the table and shouted, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard it." Zhao Youcai answered reluctantly. 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 sadness that his ambitions had not been fulfilled.
……
"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 in his luggage.
"Boss Zhao, you don't have to be polite to me." Yu Quanjin said with a smile: "If you need anything, just tell us."
"Nothing, nothing." Zhao Weipeng touched the radiator and said, "It's still quite warm."
"This room isn't cold." Yu Quanjin said, "Secretary Zhou also stays here at night. When he comes to see you, we have everything to eat in the cafeteria."
"Okay." Zhao Weipeng nodded in response, then looked at Yu Quanjin and said, "Xiao Yu, I'm fine here, you can go and do your work."
After hearing Boss Zhao's order to leave, Yu Quanjin tactfully left.
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 that big bear tyrant they mentioned?"
During the meal, security chief Li Niansong mentioned the harmful brown bear, and asked Zhao Jun if he could hunt the bear down.
But before Zhao Jun could speak, Zhou Chunming interrupted him and changed the subject, because Zhou Jianjun had told Zhou Chunming that Zhao Jun didn't want to go and fight the brown bear. The Zhao and Zhou families were 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 about Zhao Jun.
"Uncle." Zhao Jun said to him, "We can't measure this thing."
"What's going on?" Zhao Weipeng asked in confusion, "Didn't you fight a big brown bear weighing 1,200 to 1,300 yuan?"
"Uncle, that's different." Zhao Jun explained to Zhao Weipeng: "This brown bear killed two people. The older generation said that such wild animals are taboo, so try not to provoke them if you can."
Zhao Jun was just trying to refuse, but Zhao Weipeng really listened to him.
"Then forget it." Zhao Weipeng said, pulling his luggage bag over. After opening it, Zhao Weipeng took out a rolled cloth bag from it. Then he held the rolled cloth bag with both hands and asked Zhao Jun, "Nephew, I have a piece of leather here. Can you tell what kind of leather it is?"
"Let me see." Zhao Jun took the rolled cloth bag with a smile. After unfolding it on the bed, the moment Zhao Jun opened the mouth of the cloth bag, he was stunned.
Inside was the skin of a cat, with gray and white fur and black money-marks on it.
Zhao Jun knew this person very well; it was the leopard skin he had fought with.
Zhao Jun squinted his eyes, knowing that Zhao Weipeng bought this leather 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 it. It's a local leopard skin."
"Wrong!" Zhao Weipeng pointed his thick finger at Zhao Jun and said, "This is called a golden leopard!"
As he spoke, Zhao Weipeng pulled the leopard skin to his side, then tilted his body with great effort. As 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?"
"Just wait and get rich." Zhao Jun blurted out.
"Huh?" Zhao Weipeng was startled, his eyes widened as he asked, "You know that too?"
Zhao Jun smiled faintly and said nothing more. As I said before, you can't ruin someone's job. It's their ability to make money.
At this time, Zhao Weipeng bent down with great effort and reached into his luggage bag again.
Then, Zhao Weipeng took out most of a pack of Shilin cigarettes, which seemed to be nine packs. The other pack should be the one 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 handed it to Zhao Jun, saying, "Nephew, take this back to your father."
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Zhao Jun quickly declined, "You can keep it for smoking."
"Take it." Zhao Weipeng said in an unquestionable tone, "Listen to your uncle and take it quickly."
"Okay, uncle, I thank you on behalf of my dad." Zhao Jun stood up from his chair and took the Shilin cigarettes with both hands. This big boss was really generous. He smoked a pack of Zhao Jun's cigarettes and returned one to him.
But at this time, Zhao Weipeng continued to rummage in his pocket.
Suddenly, Zhao Weipeng took out another rolled cloth bag. 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 gold spots, and it looked like a leopard skin.
"Nephew." Zhao Weipeng looked at Zhao Jun and asked with a smile, "Do you know what these two pieces of skin are called together?"
Zhao Weipeng wanted Zhao Jun to take him to hunt the golden leopard, so he took out all the treasures he had just collected and showed them to Zhao Jun.
"The house is full of gold and silver." Zhao Jun replied casually, and his attention at this moment was all on the yellow skin.
"Ah!" Zhao Weipeng laughed, "Nephew, you know everything?"
"Yeah." Zhao Jun responded subconsciously: "This was written by my uncle...my uncle Li."
Zhao Weipeng: “Ah?”
(End of this chapter)