Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
"Xiao Guang, do you need my help?"
Li Lixin rode a tricycle into the yard.
"No, I can clean it up myself. You can quickly take the sun bear away. If the kitchen staff is quick, we won't miss out on having meat tonight."
Zhang Shuguang put down the bamboo rat fur in his hand and picked up the Malayan bear's body with one hand.
"Brother Li, please sit on the saddle and keep a low profile. I'm afraid the front wheel will lift up."
Sun bears are smaller than black bears, but some still weigh three or four hundred kilograms.
The tricycle has no counterweight, and if it is not installed properly, the front wheel will easily lift up.
"good."
Li Lixin sat in the car seat obediently.
Knowing that Zhang Shuguang was born with supernatural powers, he did not step forward to help.
“When the people in the kitchen team first heard the news, they wanted to come over to help, but I stopped them.
I fully understand your strength. To others, it may be necessary to help, but to you, helping is just adding to the trouble."
Until this point, Li Lixin still felt that it would be a waste of Zhang Shuguang's talent if he did not join the army.
But Zhang Shuguang is not interested in this, what a pity!
"Okay, go back quickly, I'm busy here too.
Remember to come back with my dad tonight. Commander Cao and his family are coming, so come and help greet them."
Zhang Shuguang thought he was not a diligent person. If Li Lixin had not been unable to leave his post in the afternoon, he would not have wanted to do the job of killing red muntjacs and bamboo rats.
"I understand, Xiaoguang, sister-in-law. Then I will go back to the barracks first."
Li Lixin said hello and rode his tricycle out of the yard.