Chapter 123 Liu Huo Shows Off His Wild Boar

Brigade Headquarters.

Liu stood up straight, a smug smile on his face. He waved his hands in the air, recounting how he aimed and fired, hitting the wild boar in the skull with a single shot.

The members of the brigade headquarters listened with great interest, and they all gave Liu Huo a thumbs up, praising him for his skill and saying that he was indeed worthy of being a soldier.

Liu was very confident, but he got a little carried away by the praise and his later descriptions became somewhat incoherent. Fortunately, no one suspected anything.

He Guangliang discussed it with the old Party Secretary and felt that the wild boar only weighed about 90 jin, which was not enough to be distributed to every household in the brigade. Since it was Liu Huo who got it, he let Liu Huo make the decision.

Liu coughed a few times, looked at the nearly butchered wild boar in front of him, and patted Zhou Shan on the shoulder: "We're all brothers. Although I got this wild boar by myself, we're all from the same militia company, so everyone gets a share..."

Zhou Shan's eyes lit up, because this meant that each of them, the militiamen, could get at least two jin (a unit of weight). He hadn't expected that Liu Huo could be such a decent person sometimes.

Liu continued, "Then let's do it this way. Take out five jin, and we'll all have an extra meal tonight."

Zhou Shan was still waiting for Liu Huo's next words. Although five catties was a bit little, it would definitely be distributed to everyone later.

result.

Liu Huo went up and examined the wild boar meat, saying, "I won't take all the rest home. I'll just take fifty catties home and leave twenty catties for our director. If it weren't for the director, our militia company wouldn't have been able to be rebuilt. If it weren't for the director, we wouldn't have been able to get rifles!"

Zhou Shan: "..."

Militiamen: "..."

Everyone looked unhappy, but they didn't want to cause a scene, thinking that five pounds was still meat, and they could eat several bites of it.

The old Party Secretary was clearly unhappy. It wasn't that he didn't want a share of the wild boar meat; he simply didn't care for it. He just felt that Liu, who had the brigade's guns and bullets, had shot a wild boar and yet only took back fifty-five jin of it—how could he be so shameless?

A dozen or so militiamen only managed to take out five jin (2.5 kg) to eat; it was barely enough to fill their teeth.

Giving He Guangliang twenty catties was merely to curry favor with him.

Liu Huo didn't think he was stingy; he was already very generous to be able to take out fifty jin. However, he felt a pang of regret for giving He Guangliang twenty jin, but he had to please him.

He Guangliang was a smart man. He smiled and said, "I won't keep all twenty jin of my own. I'll give two jin to each of the cadres in the brigade headquarters."

The old Party Secretary took a puff of his cigarette and said, "That's fine. Distribute it to the brigade cadres, but I don't want mine. Take it and give it to Old Man Li, who is on welfare."

If it were him, he would definitely give at least ten kilograms of meat to everyone as an extra meal, and distribute the rest of the meat to the poor households in the brigade.

He Guangliang nodded: "Okay, it's decided then."

The old Party Secretary suddenly asked, "Where's Comrade Wang Shuo? You've all been back for so long, where is he?"

Liu Huo's eyes flashed. He wondered if Wang Shuo on the mountain was really dead. Even if he wasn't, the bite wounds must be quite severe. He might even become a cripple.

Zhou Shan said, "I don't know, it's been quite a while, why haven't they come back yet?"

The old Party Secretary asked with a solemn expression, "You all went up the mountain together, how did you get separated?"

Zhou Shan said, "When we went up the mountain, we saw three wild boars. Liu Huo said we had to split into three teams, but there was one extra person. The instructor was in a separate team, and we didn't see him after that."

The old Party Secretary angrily retorted, "Are you all stupid? Wild boars are afraid of large groups of people; the more people, the easier they are to deal with. You even split into three teams, and what was the result? You only managed to bring back a small one!"

He deliberately cursed Liu, who was standing next to him.

He continued to criticize: "You still have the nerve to let the instructor from the commune lead a team all by himself? What were you thinking? Are you afraid he'll get a share of the wild boars? Besides, several adults can't defeat the adult male wild boars in the back mountains. What if he gets into danger? How can you live with yourselves?"

Several militiamen were scolded until they felt ashamed.

Liu chuckled and said, "Secretary, you're overthinking it. What danger could the instructor possibly encounter?"

He said sarcastically, "Isn't he usually very powerful? He thinks that all ten of us in the militia are no match for him. He wouldn't be afraid of even two wild boars, let alone one."

The old Party Secretary ignored Liu Huo and glared at him: "Why aren't you going up the mountain to look for meat? You're still thinking about eating meat? Can you all even eat that much?"

Liu Huo's face was ashen, but he didn't need to get angry with a dead old man. He was in a good mood right now. Let's go find him, preferably a lifeless corpse! If the man is dead, he can get his revenge. Plus, the commune is taking this seriously, so they'll probably send even more good guns.

Zhou Shan and Niu Er were about to go look for him when they turned around and saw Wang Shuo and a group of commune members coming in a grand procession, with a few men carrying something black behind them.

Zhou Shan's eyes widened, and he spoke first: "Old Secretary, the instructor is back."

The old Party Secretary and everyone else turned to look.

The old Party Secretary rubbed his eyes and chuckled.

Niu Er pointed in surprise at the object being carried by several people: "Is that...is that a wild boar? The instructor has brought in an even bigger wild boar."

After saying that, he rushed up. Several militiamen, not caring about Liu Huo, the little wild boar, put down their tools and rushed up as well.

Liu Huo stood frozen in place, completely at a loss, his mind a blank. He couldn't believe that Wang Shuo had managed to get home safely under those circumstances, and even brought the wild boar home with him.

An exclamation came from behind: "My God, what a huge wild boar!"

Liu Huo looked terrified and was covered in cold sweat. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. What was he going to do now that he was back?

"Liu swindler!"

Suddenly, Wang Shuo's roaring voice came from behind.

Liu Huo shuddered. He tried to calm himself down, thinking that all he had to do was deny it. With that thought, he forced a smile and turned away...

Bang!

Wang Shuo punched him in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose instantly.

Wang Shuo glared at him fiercely, then kicked him to the ground again. He then sat on top of him and began punching and kicking him, cursing angrily: "You bastard, you coward, you grandson, I'll beat you to death! I was trying to help you, and you just tucked your tail between your legs and ran away..."

After being punched seven or eight times, Liu Huo was unable to fight back. The crowd around him reacted and rushed forward to pull him away. If they didn't, someone would die.

However, Wang Shuo was tall and strong, and in a fit of rage, so it took several people using brute force to pull him off Liu Huo.

Wang Yuqing and Ji Xuening happened to arrive at that moment and witnessed this scene.

Wang Yuqing heard about it from Ji Xuening on the way, and she snorted, "What nonsense are these people spouting? They should be beaten to death, they deserve to die."

Ji Xuening was very rational and said, "After all, human life is at stake. If someone dies, you have to pay with your life."

Over here, Wang Shuo was pulled away by several militiamen, but he still struggled forward and kicked Liu Huo again.

Liu was writhing on the ground in pain, unable to utter a single word.