"Shouye, there are not many people in our family, and the weather is hot now. The meat will spoil easily. Why don't you bring it to the temple to eat when you go back?"

Zhang Qingchun’s idea was simple: Song Shouye had killed the black bear, so he should be allowed to take it away.

"Grandpa Steward, if you can't finish it, pickle it or make it into bacon and eat it slowly.

We have no shortage of meat in our Taoist temple. You can go and get whatever you want."

Song Shouye shook his head like a bulang drum and said he didn't want anything.

"Grandpa, don't go to work this afternoon. Let's skin the bear while it's still soft. It will keep us warm in bed in winter."

Zhang Shuguang started to find reasons to let the old man rest more.

"Okay, I won't go this afternoon."

Zhang Shuguang had hand-rolled egg noodles for lunch and started to get busy in the afternoon.

Wang Xiang and Sun Shangwu came out of Liulin Commune with unhappy expressions.

"I didn't expect that the anonymous report was true. This is going to be difficult."

In the commune, Secretary Zhao made it clear that Zhang Shuguang's father, Zhang Xiangnan, the battalion commander of the southwestern border garrison, defected to northern Myanmar three years ago.

"Director Wang, Zhang Shuguang is definitely not going to be saved. Fortunately, his family is still poor peasants, so we shouldn't be implicated or affected."

Deep down, Sun Shangwu certainly didn't want to see Zhang Shuguang being fired, but now the facts were clear, he definitely could not continue working in the machinery factory.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Zhang Shuguang's family is still a poor peasant, and he will not be implicated because of him.

"Hey! Let's go back and let the three factory managers decide everything!"

Wang Xiang was a little bored.

Happiness is always short-lived. Just after a few days of comfortable days, I didn’t expect it to end here.

In the future, the workers may call me a good-for-nothing behind my back.