Zhang Sanye wiped away a tear and explained.
"That's the brigade leader of Xiatangzi Village, and the one who was injured was his eldest son."
He had barely finished speaking when Captain Song, holding a piece of clothing, sobbed and said:
"Brother Zhang, look, these are my second son's clothes. He wore these clothes when he came out the day before yesterday."
He didn't go back for two days again, which made me panic. Then, my eldest brother and the others went up the mountain and found the bodies of my second son and Zhang Kun.
It was killed by that lynx.
Today, Zhang Gan was also killed by that lynx. How am I going to explain this to Zhang Lao Er? Sigh!
After Captain Song finished speaking, he turned to look at his son.
Jiang Wenwan thought for a moment about the relationship between Zhang Gan and Zhang Kun, and then looked at Song Qingshu.
Five deep claw marks were visible on his back, exposing the bone, and large patches of flesh had been torn away from his thighs, revealing white bone.
Before he even fainted, he spoke:
"That lynx was too fast. We could handle the wolf packs before, but as soon as that lynx came out, it bit Zhang Gan to death."
He was fast; we missed twice in a row, and then I got hurt.
"Dad, Uncle Zhang, you must go into the mountains and kill that lynx to avenge my brother and the Zhang brothers."
Captain Song nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll have someone take you to the county clinic. We'll take our guns and head into the mountains right now. We're going to kill that beast!"
Brother Zhang, what do you say?
Master Zhang nodded solemnly.
"I'll go back now and bring the whole forest ranger team. We'll head into the mountains this afternoon."
Jiang Wenwan watched from the side, and then heard their village chief say:
“We support you in this matter. It just so happens that Jiang Zhiqing hunted two wild boars. We’ll stew them for lunch, and everyone can eat one. We’ll go up the mountain this afternoon.”
At noon, when the educated youth returned from their settlement, Ma Debi sighed with emotion.
"If only I had a gun, I could go hunting in the mountains too."
Du Zhiyuan glanced at him.
"You're rich, why don't you buy one? Nobody cares anyway."
“That makes sense.” Ma Debi thought about it and realized it was true, so he secretly calculated his own wealth.
He turned and stood outside Jiang Wenwan's kitchen door, saying:
"Jiang Zhiqing, where did you buy your gun? I'd like to buy one too."
Jiang Wenwan was making sweet and sour pork when she heard this. She glanced at him and saw that his eyes were involuntarily fixed on the pot.
This stuff is expensive in terms of oil and sugar, so it's only served in state-run restaurants.
"Jiang Zhiqing, is your sweet and sour pork delicious?"
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