"All the rabbits were eaten by the workers in the garment factory. Now there is not even a rabbit bladder left." Wan Feng refused without blinking.
You just wanted to share my money, and now you want to get it back from the rabbit. Don’t even think about it.
"Then why did Zhu Ping say you left four or five rabbits hanging in the shed, frozen like icicles?"
Traitors almost always come from people who are familiar to them and around them. Look, there is a traitor here.
How can you be so rude, little uncle? Why are you and Zhang Hai talking about rabbits? Did the rabbit provoke you?
"I've already given those rabbits to my godfather and Brother Xia. They're gone."
A total of fifteen rabbits were trapped. After skinning them, one was given to my grandmother's family and one to Luan Feng's family. Then, seven of them were cooked with rabbit meat and radish stewed together and the girls from the garment factory were asked to finish them. The remaining two were given to Zhou Bingde, two to Xia Qiulong, and Wan Feng kept two for himself.
He couldn't give these two to anyone else no matter what. He kept them for later that night and planned to roast them secretly, and then have one each for him and Luan Feng.
You want to take advantage of the rabbit, but the rabbit doesn't miss you.
Wan Feng was determined to make sure that Zhang Hai would not even be able to see the tail of the rabbit, but he did take the initiative to modify the dividend ratio of those threshing and peeling machines, reducing it from the original 50% to 15%.
Even if Zhang Hai didn't make a fuss, he wouldn't always ask for such a high dividend ratio. Zhang Hai only said this because he was bored. But if he always gets such a high dividend ratio, some people will be jealous to the point of bleeding.
They don't think about who came up with these things. Not everyone knows the story of remembering the well digger when drinking water.
Besides, even if he leaves Wahou and returns to Longjiang in the future, Wahou will have to give him dividends according to this ratio. Taking less can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
In fact, this ratio is still high enough, but Wan Feng is not going to lower it anymore. It is natural for him to take this money, and giving less is out of his loyalty.
As a result, even though Zhang Hai didn't eat the rabbit, his mood instantly improved.
January 24, 1982, New Year’s Eve.
Since the cooks had all gone home for the holidays, Wan Feng had to go to his grandma's house for dinner again.
Breakfast was rice porridge. After the meal, Wan Feng gave red envelopes to his grandparents, one hundred yuan each.
I also gave a red envelope of 100 yuan to my cousin who was only three months old and couldn't even speak.
After giving out the red envelopes, he returned to his place and fed the two little dogs.
Two little dogs were hunched over in a basin, wagging their tails and butting each other, growling in protest from time to time.
From the day the security team was formed, Wan Feng strengthened the defense of his own home. He replaced the iron doors of his grandmother's house and his own home with iron plates, installed iron bars on the windows, and got two local dogs to guard the house.
However, these two local dogs are still a little small now. Apart from barking to serve as an alarm, they have no other use.
The reason why Wan Feng wanted to strengthen the defense was that their house was at the southernmost end of Xigou, and there were no other houses further south. Even if they were robbed at night, no one in the village might know about it.
Taking advantage of the fact that the government has not yet banned guns, Wan Feng plans to buy a double-barreled shotgun for the New Year. Even if he doesn't kill anyone, he can keep it to scare people.
After closing the iron gate, Wan Feng walked into the village with his hands in his sleeves and his neck hunched.
The air was cold, and every time he exhaled, a cloud of white mist condensed and then slowly dissipated.
Every household is decorated with lights and there is a new atmosphere. There are already sporadic sounds of firecrackers in the village.
The children have put on their new clothes and are playing snowball fights in the snow. The snowballs are flying aimlessly in the air and can easily cause accidental injuries.
Sure enough, a snowball fell on Wan Feng's head, blowing up a cloud of snow mist.
Fortunately, there was a hood on his ski jacket so the snow didn't fall into his neck.
"If you keep throwing snowballs at me, I'll blow your asses off with firecrackers."
Oh no, this shout not only failed to deter others but instead attracted countless snowballs flying towards him, almost turning someone into a snowman.
Do you really think I don’t have any weapons on me?
Wan Feng took out a bunch of small firecrackers from his pocket, lit them with a lighter and threw them out. The small firecrackers crackled in the air, causing the children to cheer, and then more violent snowballs came at them.
Faced with the enemy's fierce attack, Wan Feng fought back with might and tenacity, lighting and throwing out small whips one after another.
But in the end they were outnumbered and could only fight and run. The children surrounded them from all sides, with a clear division of labor, some were responsible for throwing snow eggs and some were responsible for delivering shells.
When Wan Feng saw that the situation was critical and they were about to be surrounded, he hurriedly took out the remaining small whip in his pocket, but he didn't have time to light it, so he just casually threw it out like a scattering of flowers.
When the children saw the whips flying all over the sky, they threw away the snowballs in their hands and rushed forward to grab the whips. Only then was Wan Feng able to break through the siege and rushed into Liang Wan's house in a panic.
"I'm so glad to see you in such a mess!" Liang Hua had learned to laugh and joke with those women while working for Luan Feng for a year. When he saw Wan Feng running in as if he was chased by a ghost, he couldn't help laughing.
"Don't mention it. These little bastards are using me as a devil."
Ever since the team headquarters was established, Liang Wanjia's evening rural salon gatherings have become deserted, but today it has become lively again, with many people gathered in the house.
The big circle was displayed on the TV screen on the floor cabinet.
Except for four hours of TV programs on Sunday morning, the TV is just a decoration during the rest of the day. Today, maybe because it is New Year's Eve, there will be programs on TV, but the time has not come yet.
There were two groups of people playing poker on the kang, and they were betting a little. These people seemed a little embarrassed when they saw Wan Feng come in.
They knew that Wan Feng was against gambling.
"Don't be embarrassed looking at me. I'm not that unkind. It's just a little fun during the New Year. Just don't make a big deal out of it."
Wan Feng had no idea what the guys at the end of the kang were playing, while Liang Wan and a few old guys at the head of the kang were looking at small cards.
"I won!" Liang Wan threw the cards in his hand and shouted excitedly.
“Give me money!”
The other old men gave him two cents each.
"This bastard has won several cents from me." An old man muttered.
Wan Feng wanted to laugh but when he saw the serious faces of those who lost money, he didn't dare to laugh out loud.
Is it necessary to take a two-cent bet so seriously?
"Xiao Wan! Come up and play a few rounds." Liang Wan called.
Wan Feng shook his head: "No, I don't understand the red flowers and green leaves, so how can I play it."
Qiuyue stuck her head out and waved to Wanfeng.
Wan Feng went into the inner room and saw many women sitting on the kang. Luan Feng was sitting at the head of the kang with a quilt covering her legs, looking at him with a smile.
"Your wife has only been here for five minutes and you're here already. Can you be more promising?" Qiuyue joked with Wanfeng.
The way I said this was as if I was following someone's lead and he wouldn't have come if he knew she was coming.
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