"What?" Not only was the old lady surprised, but the people on the bench next to him, eating porridge and resting, all looked at Zhao Youcai in dumbfounded eyes.

Normally, Zhao Youcai was a very taciturn person. But at this time, Zhao Youcai hated that he was not as capable as Li Ruhai.

Zhao Youcai looked at Zhao Jun, wanting his son to help with a message, but at this time, Zhao Jun was holding his shoulders, tilting his head, and looking at the top of the big willow tree.

"What's the use of raising this son?" Zhao Youcai sneered, then looked at everyone, and finally said to the old lady: "I drank porridge at your place the day before yesterday, and I met their old boss Han."

"Ah, Han Jazi!" The old lady seemed to have remembered it. She looked at Zhao Youcai and said, "Aren't there a few tigers in Sidaogou? Did you kill them all?"

"I killed two yesterday and scared one away." After Zhao Youcai finished speaking, he took a sip of porridge from the bowl. When those words came out of his mouth, hunting tigers was as easy as drinking porridge.

"Then you are really good." The old lady complimented Zhao Youcai casually. Before Zhao Youcai could say anything, the old lady said with emotion: "In the early years, there were tigers on every mountain here."

"Really?" A woman sitting next to Zhao Youcai asked, "Then why didn't I hear about it?"

"You are younger, what can you hear?" On another bench, an old lady with a child said: "I heard my father said that he had to go from our bunker to the Hansong bunker.

It's such a long and narrow place, and we have to walk with five or six people together, and I can't even do it by myself."

"Is it so evil?" someone asked, and the old lady nodded and said, "Then what are you thinking about? There are just five or six people walking together in a group, and the tiger jumps out of the ditch and drags everyone away."

"Yeah!" The old lady selling big ballast porridge pointed in the direction of Wudaogou with the spoon in her hand and said: "In this ditch, tigers gnaw all human bones, wild boar bones, and roe deer bones. That guy...

When it comes to dog days, the stench is so foul that it chokes my nose."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What about those tigers later?" The person who asked the question was Zhao Jun, who was also attracted by the scene described by the two old ladies.

"You are young, so you may not know." The old lady waved her spoon at Zhao Jun and said, "Before liberation, there was a man named Guo who specialized in hunting tigers."

"Then I know, aunt." Zhao Jun said, "Why don't we just fight the tiger general?"

"Well, that's him." The old lady nodded and said, "That guy is really pissy. He turned into a tiger in just three or two days."

As she said that, the old lady tapped the lid of the stew pot twice with the spoon in her hand, and said: "My father told me that when a tiger rests at the bottom of a ditch, the man surnamed Guo will just put it on top and pass through without fear at all."

"What kind of person is that?" At this time, there was a man about forty years old next to him, and he said, "That's a tiger-killing general! If you are short of one tiger, you can kill a hundred!"

When everyone started talking like this, they immediately suppressed the topic brought up by Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai looked helplessly at the people around him. It can be seen from this that Zhao Youcai has an awkward personality. He obviously wants to express himself in front of others, but he is embarrassed to act too deliberately.

Of course, it's because he's not proficient in his business.

If Li Ruhai were here, he would be able to grab everyone's attention with one sentence and then talk eloquently without letting his words fall to the ground.

Zhao Jun pursed his lips and glanced sideways at his father. Seeing Zhao Youcai's troubled look, the corners of Zhao Jun's mouth rose slightly.

"Ouch!" Zhao Jun suddenly turned around, pretending to look at Zhao Youcai in surprise, and said: "Man, when I brought you here just now, you didn't say you were hunting tigers. You can kill two tigers, so you're pretty pissed.

Sex."

Zhao Jun shouted like this, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Ah, it's not bad, haha." Zhao Youcai, who was holding the bowl, responded with a smile, and looked at Zhao Jun with a look that seemed to say: "Good boy."

"What's your surname?" Zhao Jun stretched out his hand to Zhao Youcai and said, "We know each other, we know each other. From now on, if our village has cannon eggs and blind bears cause trouble, we will also come to you."

As soon as Zhao Jun said this, everyone around looked at Zhao Youcai. Zhao Jun's words reminded them that the three Siberian tigers had made Han Songbaozi miserable, and there was no guarantee that such a thing would not happen to them in the future.

"My name is Zhao Youcai." Zhao Youcai looked at his son with satisfaction and said, "My home is Lingxi. If you go to Shiba Daogang and ask about Zhao Youcai in Yong'an Forest District, everyone will know about me."

At this time, Zhao Youcai did not dare to mention the tiger-killing king, because the people next to him had just finished talking about the tiger-killing general, and the middle-aged man even said that the tiger-killing general would kill ninety-nine tigers in his life.

Zhao Youcai's record is not bad compared with his son's, why would he be embarrassed to compare with others?

But he couldn't resist the fact that he had a good son, so Zhao Jun asked loudly: "Master Zhao, you see that Guo Wei is called Tiger Fighting General. You also have a Tiger Fighting General in the west of Lingxi. Do you have a nickname?"
Chapter completed!