Chapter 166 Where there is oppression, there is resistance
"No, don't shoot."
Huang Ya rushed out, raising his hands high.
He grinned and said, "Commander Song, I want to earn those 3 yuan."
Song Zhan put away his gun. "Weren't you on duty?"
Huang Ya grinned and said, "I'm the doctor, the sanitation worker is on duty."
Song Zhan chuckled and said, "You're so high and mighty, huh?"
He said, "Stay close to me, or I won't be responsible if anything happens."
He then handed the hunting rifle to Huang Ya, saying, "Here you go."
Huang Ya asked, "Then what will you use?"
There were only three guns among the four men, and Song Zhan even gave his to him.
Song Zhan pulled a curved knife from his pocket: "I'll use this."
Huang Ya patted him on the shoulder: "Commander Song, you're so good to me."
She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she may complain about him, but she's actually quite good to him.
Song Bao leaned closer and asked, "So, what are we doing here?"
He came here after hearing that he could earn 3 yuan a day.
Seeing that Song Zhan and the other two were holding guns, they vaguely sensed that this mission seemed to be a little more complicated than they thought.
"Slaughter a few pigs," Huang Ya said calmly.
He spoke casually, his tone very relaxed.
Song Bao felt much relieved and then asked Song Zhan, "Third brother, aren't you going to give me any weapons?"
You need a knife to slaughter a pig, otherwise how can you do it?
Song Bao had never seen a wild boar before and thought that killing a pig would be as simple as killing a pig for the New Year back home.
Song Zhan handed him a small knife: "Use this."
Holding a knife that was shorter than a finger, Song Bao was somewhat unhappy.
He felt that Song Zhan was isolating him, but he had no evidence.
I silently made a mental note of this, thinking I'd go back and give my parents a good rant about it.
He didn't even need to lift a finger; his parents would discipline Song Zhan themselves.
Song Zhan brought along the incompetent Song Bao, Huang Ya, and two other people who were temporarily assigned to the task.
A makeshift team of five searched the woods for more than a dozen swift wild boars.
Meanwhile, Shen Wanjun was comfortably lounging in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.
Song Juan ran around, constantly bringing her all sorts of delicious food.
Peel the banana, cut it into small pieces, and soak it in milk before eating.
Peel and cut the apple into small pieces, and place them on a plate.
Shen Wanjun pointed to the chair next to her: "Aren't you going to lie down for a while?"
Song Juan said, "I'm not tired."
Shen Wanjun asked, "Were you frightened just now?"
Song Juan shook her head: "No, I am..."
"I never expected my sister-in-law would shoot for me."
"Sigh." Shen Wanjun ate a piece of banana. "I didn't expect that either."
"Juan'er, there are some things your parents may not have told you."
Song Juan listened attentively, and Shen Wanjun said, "Not all parents hit their children, especially their daughters."
Song Juan kept her head down. Almost every child in her hometown was beaten to some extent, so she was used to it.
She even thought all parents in the world were like her parents, but when she arrived at the compound, she realized that the differences between people were enormous.
This seems like another world; people here rarely hit their children.
Even the fiery and impulsive Dang Xianghong would patiently reason with her two sons.
Everyone treats girls very well; here, girls can go to school and play just like boys.
They don't have to be stuck at home doing laundry and cooking at a young age.
Seeing that she was looking down in thought, Shen Wanjun continued, "Where there is oppression, there is resistance."
"You can't be too easy to bully, or you'll keep being bullied."
Song Juan nodded emphatically, hugged the bowl of fruit in her arms, and lay down next to Shen Wanjun.
She originally wanted to bring some fruit for her parents, since they had never had much good food in their lives.
But now, she has changed her mind.
Instead of being filial to parents who treat her badly, she should feed herself first.
Wei Shufen and Song Qian leaned over the fence and saw the two people lying together in the yard eating fruit.
He said angrily, "You brat, you've grown wings and don't even know how to share good food with us."
Song Qian wanted to smoke, but he couldn't find a lighter, so he paced back and forth feeling uncomfortable.
"I should have never let her come here in the first place."
Now things have gotten really bad. Song Juan and Shen Wanjun have teamed up, and she's even bold enough to go against them.
This is outrageous!
Song Qian knocked hard on the door with his pipe, but Shen Wanjun continued chatting and laughing with Song Juan, pretending not to hear.
Zhang Kuan led the security personnel over; a dozen men wearing black suits stood neatly at the entrance.
Song Qian was so frightened that he dropped his pipe on the ground, not even bothering to pick it up.
Zhang Kuan pushed the two men more than ten meters away and said fiercely, "If you make any more noise, I'll arrest you."
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In the woods.
Song Zhan and his group hadn't walked far when they encountered a herd of wild boars.
From a distance, they saw more than a dozen wild boars surrounding and charging towards the five people.
Song Bao's eyesight wasn't very good, and he couldn't see where the wild boar was; he was still completely oblivious to what was happening.
Huang Ya's voice trembled slightly as he asked Song Zhan, "Commander Song, what do we do now?"
He glanced at the tree next to him, and was about to jump up.
Then Song Zhan said, "Go ahead and fight, you have weapons."
Huang Ya raised his hunting rifle, cocked it, aimed, and with a bang, accurately shot down a wild boar.
The wild boars scattered and fled in disarray.
After a successful first battle, the group cheered excitedly.
Song Bao stepped forward and said, "Dr. Huang, right? Can I play with this hunting rifle?"
Huang Ya generously replied, "Here you go."
Song Bao held the hunting rifle, looking at it from left to right, fiddling with it, clearly very fond of it.
Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He looked around and wondered, "Where is everyone?"
Huang Ya, who was just talking to him, has disappeared.
Song Zhan, who had just been standing next to him, also disappeared.
"Song Zhan, where did you go?"
Song Bao searched around but couldn't find anyone, muttering under his breath, "A bunch of cowards."
It's just killing a wild boar, why are you so scared that you're hiding?!
Song Bao picked up his hunting rifle and circled around. Suddenly, he noticed a wild boar not far away.
He imitated Huang Yagang's shooting style, raising his gun and aiming.
Bang--
The shot hit the tree stump, but instead of hitting the wild boars, it enraged them.
A dozen or so wild boars suddenly charged toward him.
Song Bao's mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.
Is that a pig?
That was definitely not the kind of pig he knew at home that grunted and whined, ate its fill and then slept, and was eventually pinned down on a bench and screamed for slaughter!
A dozen or so dark brown shadows appeared, like a violent mudslide erupting from the ground.
It crashed through the bushes with a loud thud and came hurtling straight toward him.
The thunderous thud of hooves made the ground beneath his feet tremble.
The one closest to it was terrifyingly large, almost like a moving hill.
Its enormous head hung low, and its pair of fangs resembled two terrifying curved blades curling upwards.
The fangs, covered in mud and bits of bark, were pointed directly at him.
Song Bao was terrified. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.
A dozen pairs of pig eyes, fierce and menacing, burned with a violent rage, embedded in a hideous face.
A foul, stench wafted in, carrying with it mud and decaying leaves.
Song Bao froze completely, almost dropping the tool in his hand.
Only one thought crossed his mind—he's finished!
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