Even if the technician kills the bear bile, I won’t share it with you. Just give me some of the black blind meat.”

What Ma Xiaoguang said was indeed reasonable. Zhang Yuanmin smiled when he heard this and said, "Brother, don't worry. I, Zhang Yuanmin, am not a wealthy person and I won't treat you badly."

"Yes, yes." Ma Xiaoguang nodded repeatedly and said: "I know this, it's over..."

As he said that, Ma Xiaoguang suddenly hesitated.

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanmin was startled and asked hurriedly: "Tell me? What is it?"

"That's it..." Ma Xiaoguang glanced at Zhang Yuanmin and said cautiously: "No matter what, don't mess with this situation yourself, brother has nothing to do with you..."

"What are you talking about?" Before Ma Xiaoguang could finish his words, he was angrily interrupted by Zhang Yuanmin. What do you mean by having no place? You said I wanted to die?

"Brother, I don't have any other intentions." Ma Xiaoguang whispered: "If you want to stab Heixiazicang, your sister-in-law..."

When Zhang Yuanmin heard Ma Xiaoguang mention Yang Yufeng, he was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Ma Xiaoguang say: "She has to be treated by you again."

After hearing what he said, Zhang Yuanmin exhaled heavily, curled his lips and looked at Ma Xiaoguang, then raised his head slightly and said, "Okay, go to bed quickly."

…

The next day, November 16, 1987.

At around four o'clock in the morning, Zhao Jun was picked up by the little lynx.

Logically speaking, its small body could not restrain Zhao Jun, but it could not stop it from lying down next to Zhao Jun's pillow, constantly pushing its nose into Zhao Jun's face.

When Zhao Jun sat up from the kang with a frown, the little lynx jumped from the kang to the ground, ran to the door, turned around and barked at Zhao Jun twice.

Zhao Jun got dressed, went to the door, picked up the little lynx, and pulled the door open.

At this time, the lamp was lit in the outer room, and a side table was propped up in front of the dish rack. Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan were both sitting at the table and busy.

Wang Meilan was holding a needle and thread, sewing white gauze to make a pocket. Zhao Youcai was holding cotton with his hands and constantly dipping it into pig grits on butter paper.

The dark red pig grit was dipped in the cotton, and some of it stuck to the cotton. After Zhao Youcai removed the pig grit from the cotton, the cotton in his hand was actually stained a little red.

"Dad." Zhao Jun came closer and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

When he came back yesterday, he dug the pig grit out of the wild boar's belly, spread it out on a piece of butter paper, and placed it on a high place to dry in the shade.

"You have to soak the water dry, then put it in a gauze bag and hang it up." Zhao Youcai rolled his eyes at Zhao Jun, told him how to store pig sand, and then whispered in a low voice: "I don't understand anything."

After being scolded by Zhao Youcai, Zhao Jun chuckled and didn't care. He really didn't understand because he had never played this thing in his previous life, and he had never seen anyone else play it.

At this time, Zhao Jun reached for the lunch box on the window sill. It contained raw wild boar belly cut into strips with a knife. This was food for the little lynx.

Zhao Jun doesn't care, but Wang Meilan quits. He usually ignores you, Zhao Youcai, but it's not okay for you to criticize my son.

"Yeah." Wang Meilan glanced at Zhao Youcai and said with a smile: "You know, you haven't taken it before, so what's the use of it?"
Chapter completed!