Chapter 167 Did you wet your pants?!
Bang--
Gunshots rang out, one wild boar was seriously wounded, and the others scattered and fled.
Huang Ya jumped down from the tree and boasted to Song Zhan, "I hit him with one shot."
Praise me, see how amazing I am?
Song Zhan ignored him, walked up to Song Bao, and held out his hand, saying, "Give me the gun."
Song Bao was still in a daze, as if some ghostly thing had sucked away his soul.
Song Zhan repeated it again, but he still didn't react.
Song Zhan stopped talking nonsense, snatched back his hunting rifle, turned around and fired a shot at the wild boar that was still barely clinging to life.
His seemingly casual shot, which he barely aimed at, hit the pig's head precisely.
Bang--
The wild boar collapsed to the ground, gasped for breath, and then lay still.
The moment the wild boar fell, Song Bao also collapsed.
Yellow liquid kept seeping out from beneath him, but his departed soul returned to its place at that very moment.
Huang Ya, always eager for a good show, came over and exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness, did you wet your pants?"
"Haha, come quick, he's wet his pants!"
"Such a grown man, and he still wets his pants, it's hilarious."
The two soldiers joined Huang Ya in mocking Song Bao, who blushed and lowered his head.
Song Zhan put away his gun and said, "Let's go back first."
Bringing Song Bao along severely hampered his speed and efficiency in carrying out his mission.
There are still many wild boars. Let's wait until after the fifteenth of the lunar month and then find more people to come.
Let's launch a large-scale operation to solve the problem once and for all.
Song Bao remained kneeling on the ground, not moving for a long time.
Song Zhan kicked him: "Do you want to spend the night here?"
Song Bao shook his head frantically, thinking of those ferocious wild boars in this very forest.
He would rather die than stay here, let alone spend the night.
But he just wouldn't stand up, no matter how many times Song Zhan called out to him.
Huang Ya leaned closer and quickly noticed the anomaly.
Song Bao is still peeing!
"My goodness, are you carrying a water buffalo in your belly?"
"You've been peeing for almost half an hour, haven't you?"
"Just a few wild boars, it can't be that serious, can it?"
"You still want to earn 3 yuan? You're dreaming."
The 3 yuan was a lie by Song Zhan, and he also told Huang Ya about it.
Song Zhan wanted Song Bao to give up on his own, to realize that he wasn't cut out for this job, and to never ask him for work again.
He gave Song Bao a chance, but Song Bao was useless, so he can't be blamed.
Huang Ya directly and blatantly mocked Song Bao, making Song Bao feel so ashamed he wanted to disappear.
Let's see if he'll be embarrassed to ask for a job again next time.
The two soldiers were also astonished; how could there be such a cowardly man?
Song Bao can no longer be described as cowardly; the word "coward" is more fitting for him.
"Let's go first."
Song Zhan didn't plan to wait any longer, as he didn't know when Song Bao would finish urinating.
It was already dark, and they needed to get back as soon as possible.
The four walked briskly ahead, while Song Bao, wetting his pants, shouted, "Wait for me!"
"Third brother, slow down."
Song Bao gritted his teeth and caught up with the four people, thinking that he would have to tell his parents how Song Zhan had bullied him when he got back.
Song Zhan and Huang Ya returned to the military compound and saw Wei Shufen and Song Qian squatting at the entrance from afar.
One on the left and one on the right, they look like door gods from a distance.
Upon closer inspection, they look more like two beggars.
Song Zhan walked past the two of them without even calling out "Mom and Dad."
He walked straight into the room, hugged Shen Wanjun, and said, "Wife, you've been wronged."
Shen Wanjun laughed and slapped him away: "Have you seen Mom and Dad?"
"I saw them, they were squatting at the door."
"So...don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
Shen Wanjun was prepared for an argument, but Song Zhan just wouldn't get angry.
He said, "No."
He told Shen Wanjun about Song Bao wetting his pants as a joke.
Song Bao hugged Wei Shufen and Song Qian and cried her eyes out, "Mom and Dad, Lao San did it on purpose, you must stand up for me!"
Wei Shufen and Song Qian exchanged a glance, only comforting their son and not daring to say anything more.
Zhang Kuan and his men stood at the door, and they dared not say a word, especially not a bad word about Song Zhan.
I can only keep it to myself.
The image of Shen Wanjun firing the gun is deeply etched into Song Qian's mind; he's now somewhat afraid of her.
That evening, Song Juan cooked a feast, and Wei Shufen and Song Qian kept putting food on Song Bao's plate.
Shen Wanjun coughed, and Zhang Kuan immediately slapped their chopsticks away.
Unable to bear it any longer, Song Qian exaggerated and reported Shen Wanjun's actions to Song Zhan.
After listening, Song Zhan took Shen Wanjun's hand and said, word by word, "Well done!"
Song Qian slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "You bastard, what are you saying?"
Song Zhan looked at him and said, "Big Brother's job fell through. He was so scared he wet his pants. He's not suited for this job."
After saying that, he started eating his food.
While Song Bao was still in a daze, Huang Ya took all the meat from his bowl.
He put it into Song Juan's bowl: "The person who cooks should eat more."
Song Juan found it hard to suppress the corners of her mouth.
Wei Shufen moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something.
Shen Wanjun said directly to Zhang Kuan, "If anyone keeps arguing, throw them out and make them sleep on the street tonight."
Wei Shufen knew her daughter-in-law wasn't joking, so she didn't dare say anything more and just kept eating.
Song Qian lowered his head. If his daughter-in-law could shoot him, what else was she incapable of?
The elderly couple felt very uncomfortable during the meal, and Song Bao kept asking Song Zhan to find him another job.
Before Song Zhan could speak, Huang Ya chimed in, "There's a job at the hospital that would suit you. Would you like to take it?"
Song Bao's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How much per day?"
Huang Ya said, "Two yuan for the day shift and four yuan for the night shift."
"Wow, the salary is so high!" Song Bao rubbed his hands together. "When can I start working?"
Huang Ya put down his chopsticks and asked, "Are you full?"
"Mmm." Song Bao nodded and stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth.
"I've eaten my fill, so I can go to work tonight, and I'll get the 4 yuan tomorrow morning."
Song Bao was tired after a long day and wanted to sleep, but thinking about the 4 yuan he could earn that night, he insisted on saying, "Okay."
Huang Ya rode his old bicycle to the hospital with Song Bao and said to a medic, "He'll be your assistant tonight."
After saying that, he quietly slipped 4 yuan to the medic and rode his bike home.
The sanitation worker immediately assigned Song Bao to work, washing the paralyzed patient, emptying his bowels and bladder, and inserting a catheter...
A patient died in the middle of the night, and Song Bao was responsible for carrying the body to the morgue and waiting for the patient's family to take it home.
After a flurry of activity, Song Bao was exhausted.
He was hiding in the corridor, panting heavily, his mind filled with images of excrement, urine, blood, and the stiff bodies of the dead.
Comrade Song Bao was quite impressive; he wet his pants again.
As dawn broke, clutching the four yuan the medic had given him, he returned to Song Zhan's house like a walking corpse.
Wei Shufen and Song Qian went up to her and asked with concern, "Is work going well?"
Why do you look so pale?
"Ugh, what's that smell? It stinks! Oh... you peed your pants?!"
One sentence attracted the whole family to come and watch, and under the mocking gazes of the crowd.
Song Bao just wanted to crawl into a hole and cried, "Mom and Dad, let's go home. I don't want to stay here."
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