Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Chapter 147 Finding People

"Brother Zhang, what happened?"

The door opened.

Wu Xia, with her hair down and wearing a shirt, asked anxiously.

Upon seeing this, the old man immediately smiled: "Young comrade, you seem to be in a hurry. I wonder if you—"

Zhang Wenshan interrupted again: "I got the things you asked for earlier, but I was worried they'd spoil, so I took the liberty of delivering them to the entrance of the state-run restaurant—"

He quickly recounted the events without providing any specific details.

Wu Xia was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of doubt.

When did she ask Brother Zhang to keep an eye out for things?

They even delivered it to the restaurant entrance?

But then she remembered the words "spoiled," and her eyes lit up instantly.

Did they get their hands on something really valuable, or is it just something too delicate to keep to themselves and not something they want outsiders to know?

Since meeting Zhang Wenshan, this little brother has never spoken without reason.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get your brother-in-law."

As Wu Xia spoke, she turned and went inside.

A short while later, he pulled Hongyuan out.

The chef at the state-run restaurant still looked bewildered, and he had even buttoned his shirt wrong.

"Uncle Jiang, thank you for your trouble. I'll thank you again later!" Wu Xia hurriedly greeted the old man and pulled him outside.

Leave the family dormitory building.

Hong Yuan had also become much more sober and couldn't help but ask.

"Brother, what good stuff is it? Why are you in such a hurry, running over here in the middle of the night?"

He'd known Zhang Wenshan for so long, and the younger brother had always been steady and reliable.

Whether it's selling long-term businesses like snails and willow root fish, or rarer items like pheasants and fine-scaled fish, they remain unhurried.

They showed none of the greedy, money-grubbing behavior typical of country folk, and had never been in such a hurry as they were today.

"A deer," Zhang Wenshan said bluntly. "I came across a deer that had just died. I took the valuable parts, and if I don't deal with it soon, it will all rot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Yuan and Wu Xia, who had been walking briskly, stopped in their tracks.

Wu Xia blinked, asking incredulously, "Brother Zhang, what did you say? A deer?"

Hong Yuan took a sudden step forward, grabbed Zhang Wenshan's shoulder, and shook him violently, his voice trembling: "How much is there? Is the deer penis here?"

"Yes, I'll take two hind legs, and—"

Before Zhang Wenshan could finish speaking, Hong Yuan let out a howl and started running.

Wu Xia explained with a smile, "You don't know, this stuff is already difficult to produce, and after the land was divided, no one does it anymore. Our state-run restaurants can't get any supplies at all, and even county-level restaurants rarely see it."

"Is that possible?" Zhang Wenshan asked, somewhat doubtful.

"We can get our hands on some, but there's a huge shortage!"

Wu Xia sighed, a hint of helplessness on her face.

"Those old company canteens in town, where's the good stuff? People just come running because they smell it, and then decide who gets to cook for whom and who doesn't?"

Zhang Wenshan's lips unconsciously curled up.

It seems there's no worry about selling this batch of venison. I was initially worried that the town's purchasing power was limited, but it turns out that was just needless worry.

However, when they arrived at the back door of the state-run restaurant, everyone was dumbfounded.

The alley was deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Zhang Wenshan felt a chill run down his spine instantly, and as he looked at the vast night, his hair stood on end.

Wu Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at her husband.

Hong Yuan's face also turned grim instantly, and he said, "Brother, it shouldn't be—"

Zhang Wenshan was extremely anxious, but forced himself to calm down: "Brother-in-law, I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you."

It's late at night, and if someone gets lost in town, it's unrealistic to expect them to find it on their own; they'll need the help of the state-run restaurant.

Wu Xia and Hong Yuan exchanged a glance, about to offer some words of comfort, when a choked cry rang out.

"Brother Shanzi".

Lang Qiuping ran out of the darkness and rushed to Zhang Wenshan.

"Uncle Zhang and my brother-in-law have been arrested."

"I went to relieve myself, and when I came back I saw them pulling a horse-drawn cart out. I followed them to the police station."

"I didn't dare go in, so I came back to wait for you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

"It's alright, it's not your fault, it's not your fault." Zhang Wenshan didn't react at first, but on the second, he quickly stopped him and turned around to look, "Brother-in-law, look—"

"I guess it's a misunderstanding. After all, it's venison." Hong Yuan said calmly, looking relaxed. "I know that area well; I can just go and tell them."

Wu Xia nodded in agreement and patted Zhang Wenshan's arm: "With us here, as long as we make it clear that we're delivering goods to the restaurant, they won't make things difficult for us."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Zhang Wenshan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He didn't rush to the police station, but instead quietly inquired about what had happened. When he learned that his father had produced proof, his expression darkened even further.

"Go to the agricultural machinery factory now and see if my second brother-in-law, Lin Deqiang, is on duty."

"If he's not there, find Li Xuejun or Hao Daguo and have them take you to him. Tell him everything that happened here. We'll go to the police station first."

Lang Qiuping nodded quickly, turned around and ran towards the agricultural machinery factory, afraid of wasting time.

"Damn it, I let my little brother underestimate me." Hong Yuan said with a smirk.

In his view, it was just a small misunderstanding at the police station, and there was no need for the agricultural machinery factory's security department to intervene.

The relationship is still not good enough.

Sensing the other party's dissatisfaction, Zhang Wenshan patiently explained.

"What are you saying? The main problem is that my father had proof of the village's existence, but he was still arrested. If something really goes wrong, it could implicate you two."

After all, it concerns my father and brother-in-law, so no amount of preparation is too much.

"Brother Zhang is so thoughtful." Hong Yuan nodded upon hearing this, and said somewhat apologetically, "Don't worry, if they don't release him, I won't leave the police station."

Soon, Zhang Wenshan and his group arrived at the Maoshu Town Police Station.

It's not far from the town center, and the government, health center, supply and marketing cooperative, and state-run restaurant are all nearby, making it quite conspicuous among the row of bungalows.

There was no door, and a wooden sign stood next to it.

As soon as I entered the courtyard.

Directly opposite is a large open space, and to the left is an office with its door ajar.

On the right are the temporary detention rooms, with the doors and windows locked tightly.

On the wall in the center, bright flags and portraits of great men hang, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

In the large open room, three comrades on duty were sitting around a table chatting, one old and two young.

The older comrade was dressed in uniform, his face showing a certain composure, while the two younger ones were dressed in casual clothes, their tone light and cheerful.

Hearing footsteps, the three of them looked over at the same time. The older comrade immediately stood up, put on a smile, and greeted them warmly.

"Chef Hong? What brings you here? What happened at the state-run restaurant?"

Hearing the word "chef".

The two young comrades next to him also quickly stood up, their faces showing some respect.

In the 1980s, being a cook was the most sought-after profession. No matter the year, you wouldn't starve and would even have some left over.

The head chefs of state-run restaurants held an even higher status. They were the ones who could get their hands on the best ingredients, and even a little bit of what they managed to get was enough for an ordinary family to have a prosperous New Year.

Why did you arrest the person who delivered my goods?