Boil roe deer in soup, stir-fry roe deer meat, and serve with a side dish of pickled vegetables.

"Have a meal!"

Zhang Cheng carried a large plate of roe deer meat out of the kitchen and called out to the inner room.

"Wife, Zhao Zhiqing, come out for dinner."

"They're here!"

Zhao Qingwan responded.

"It smells so good!"

Li Qiming first drank a bowl of stone tiger soup as a sign of respect.

Zhang Weiguo attentively served Zhao Qingwan soup:

"Zhao Zhiqing, this soup is good for your health, drink more."

Zhao Qingwan blushed slightly as she took the soup bowl:

"Thanks."

Zhang Cheng also served Shi Yangyang a bowl.

Li Qiming felt superfluous and felt full after drinking a bowl of soup.

As night deepened, two furtive figures moved about on the orchard in Zhangjia Village.

Both men covered their faces with thick cloths, revealing only their eyes, and carried machetes. They went their separate ways.

"Snap! Snap!"

The sharp machete chopped at the base of the fruit tree.

More than an hour later, the two met up at a certain place, panting heavily, and then hurriedly went down the mountain and disappeared on the path leading to Wang Village.

This orchard has nearly a thousand fruit trees, including apples, pears, and plums, among many other varieties.

At this moment, the roots of most of the fruit trees have been cut so deep that the bone is visible. If no one takes timely action to save them, the forest will likely be a barren wasteland by next spring.

On the path in Wangcun.

Wang Jian tore off his mask, revealing a surge of resentment and venom in his narrow eyes:

"Is Zhang Ergou so capable? I'd like to see how he manages to revive these trees!"

Wang Weiguo also pulled down his face mask, his expression complex:

"Kenko, isn't what we're doing a bit too much...?"

Wang Jian glanced at him sideways and said, "You've already cut down all the trees, what are you doing now offering hindsight advice?"