Retired military officers often make this mistake. They are dissatisfied with this and look down on that all day long.

In the end, they are the ones who do the work, and the ones who benefit are the opportunists who are good at manipulating the market.

"How can that be? Guns and bullets are numbered and must be strictly managed. How can we give them to them for hunting?

Every bullet must hit the enemy and not become a hunting weapon for someone else."

For a retired soldier, guns and bullets are their close comrades-in-arms, and they have a respect for guns and ammunition that ordinary people cannot understand.

"Director Sun, let's think about this from another angle. Do the people in the security department need to practice shooting regularly?

What kind of progress can you make by shooting at a fixed target? Will the enemy just stand there and let you shoot at them?

What if we go into the mountains and shoot at moving targets? Wouldn't that be much more effective?

Not only can you improve your marksmanship and exercise your body, but you can also harvest some wild boars, roe deer, etc. Isn't this killing three birds with one stone?

With prey, the people on the farm can improve their food and their relationship with their leaders, and everyone's life will be much better in the future.

Why not do something that can achieve multiple goals at once? "

Yang Baiyi also picked up the teacup and took a sip. Facing the stubborn Sun Zhenhua, Yang Baiyi's throat was smoking with words.

"Doctor Yang is right! Why didn't I think of this before?

With Dr. Yang's intelligence, if he had joined the army, he would have been a staff officer at the division headquarters. It would be a pity for him to be a doctor."

Sun Zhenhua was so excited that he almost jumped up. He planned to organize people to go hunting in the mountains after the New Year.

I will lead the team myself at that time. I haven't touched a gun for a long time, and now I really feel like trying it.

"Okay, it's getting late, I won't talk to you anymore, just tell Section Chief Yao to send a car to take me and my grandparents back home.

When I come back after the New Year, I will bring you some good things so that you can show your face to Director Gou again and deepen our relationship.

The farm is so great now! Everyone is so harmonious. We can’t have another Li Hun around.”

Yang Baiyi stood up from the sofa and stretched.

Things went more smoothly than Yang Baiyi had imagined, and Yang Baiyi felt relaxed at this moment.

If Director Gou is too difficult to deal with and deliberately makes trouble for Red Star Farm, for the sake of my grandparents, I might have to sneak into the county town and create an accident for Director Gou.

Although this is not a difficult task for Yang Baiyi, he would rather avoid taking this step if possible.

No one can guarantee that the next director will be better than Director Gou.

We can't just keep killing people then, right? If the leaders keep getting into accidents, it might attract attention from above.

"Okay, I'll arrange for Yao Xuefeng to take you back."

Sun Zhenhua, who had made up his mind, was in a good mood. He just disdained this before, but it was not that he could not do it.

On the way back, Mu Xue still couldn't believe that she had passed the year-end meeting so easily.

At the year-end conferences in previous years, Director Gou and the leaders of the Agricultural Bureau sat on the stage with gloomy faces, and Li Hun and his men found various ways to humiliate these transferred cadres.

It seems that the harder they hit them, the more they can demonstrate their firm stance.

Kind-hearted people looked on with dismay, while those with evil hearts followed suit and made a fuss.

In the past, every time they held a meeting, they would suffer complete humiliation.

Even though I have experienced it countless times, I still feel scared when I think about it now.

Ever since I met my grandson, I feel like everything is becoming simpler and everything is moving in a good direction.

"Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle, you're back? Are you cold on the farm? Are you hungry?"

As soon as they got home, Yang Xiaoxiao came out to greet them and threw herself into Muxue's arms.

"My eldest granddaughter is so good. Grandma is not hungry or cold. Your brother went with her. How could he let grandma and grandpa be cold and hungry?

"Little sweetie, grandma will cook for you."

Mu Xue hugged Yang Xiaoxiao with a smile on her face, as if this trip to the farm was just a visit.

"Grandma, you should take a rest, change your clothes and play with your granddaughter. I will cook tonight. The little girl has been talking about you for two days."

Lin Wanru was relieved when she saw the condition of Xiao Qingyang and his family of three.

You can tell at a glance whether you have suffered or not.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. Today, grandma will have a ready-made meal."

Mu Xue looked at the family wearing worn-out cotton-padded clothes, as if they had just returned from escaping from a disaster.

Originally, Yang Baiyi wanted to keep Yao Xuefeng at home for dinner, but Yao Xuefeng refused to agree, saying that the road was difficult to walk on at night.

In the end, Yang Baiyi threw two wild rabbits into the car. Yao Xuefeng had picked him up and dropped him off so many times, so it wouldn't be too much to give him a little gift.

In the evening, Xiao Qingyang, who was always calm and composed and never showed his emotions, got drunk as an exception.

Although drunkenness is bad for health, Yang Baiyi and the others did not try to persuade Xiao Qingyang, as they all knew that he had suffered a lot in the past few years.

After the farm's year-end summary meeting, Xiao Qingyang knew that everything would be fine for the whole winter. He relaxed and wanted to indulge himself.

In the blink of an eye, the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month had passed and the production team's pigs were slaughtered.

The commune was afraid that the production team would cheat, so they sent people over early in the morning to supervise the militiamen loading the pigs onto the ox carts, leaving only two relatively thin ones.

"Damn it, the people in the commune are getting harder and harder to fool. The task pigs only pick on the beaten ones."

Chen Baiwang looked at the two sick pigs in the pigpen and cursed in anxiety.

"It's all your fault. Last year, I kept the two biggest ones, and they were seen by the relatives who came to visit the village.

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