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

Old Zhang smacked his lips and said nothing more.

On the other side, Xu Xiulian calmed down and looked at her eldest son with some worry: "If we're going to do business, does that mean we have to buy things from the village?"

"Definitely."

"Oh dear, this..." Xu Xiulian opened her mouth, sighed, and couldn't come up with a solution for a long time.

The third sister, Zhang Wenhui, couldn't wait any longer and said directly, "Are you worried that someone might be as calculating as you, haggling over every penny, trying to cram everything in, good or bad, onto others?"

After these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

The old man took out his pipe and pretended to look for matches. Zhao Hongwei looked down and teased his son, while Zhang Fengxia looked down at her feet.

No one dared to speak.

The images also flashed through Zhang Wenshan's mind.

Seventy-eight years later, small vendors gradually came to the village to buy things, mainly grains, oils, meat, eggs, mountain products, and furs left over after the national quotas were completed...

My mother always gets into heated arguments with people, even trying to sell the mushroom scraps.

She was relatively civilized.

"If I don't do that, what will you eat?" Xu Xiulian's face flushed slightly as she said irritably, "Have you forgotten that vendor last time who wouldn't buy small fruits and made people put sacks on them?"

The words fell.

Everyone's expression darkened. Zhao Hongwei pulled the child closer to him and moved him closer.

Zhang Fengxia blinked and hesitated before saying, "We're from the same village, it can't be that serious, right? Besides, we're not going anywhere alone."

"People, when they're obsessed with money, they'll do anything," Xu Xiulian sighed. "Whether they accept money from someone or not, it's bound to cause a scene."

"Isn't that what I meant?" Zhang Jianshe lit his pipe with a snap. "Once you set up your business and establish a reputation, people will naturally come to you, and our family..."

He glanced at his wife and children, stopped speaking, and swallowed the rest of his sentence: "Men are scarce, and it's hard to stand tall."

"The Hama Pond project was spearheaded by the brigade, and I'm only responsible to the brigade leader. The fishing and hunting group is for those in need," Zhang Wenshan said with a smile. "There's nothing much going on in the short term."

"And what about the future?" Zhang Jianshe rolled his eyes at his son, saying with a hint of disappointment, "You have to think long-term when you do things."

"In the future? Naturally, some people will go to town to sell, and some will buy and sell the goods..."

"Can the team issue all those certificates?"

"You're saying you can't operate without proof or permits?"

Zhang Jianshe was taken aback, then realized what he meant and asked疑惑地问道：“Then what's the point of all this trouble?”

"Just for peace of mind."

Zhang Wenshan smiled but offered no explanation.

He knew that economic liberation would give rise to some criminals, which led to the crackdown on social order the following year.

"Alright, everyone go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow." Zhang Jianshe, having resolved his inner conflict, smiled and waved his hand, ending the family meeting.

Zhang Wenshan yawned as he went out of the house to turn the water over the snails. He turned around and saw his third sister walking over.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Wenhui asked, lifting the bucket to help.

"What can I be afraid of?"

"I've been thinking about it. There will only be more people starting small businesses in the future, so the procedures should be easier, and we shouldn't need to rely on connections." Zhang Wenhui stared intently at her younger brother. "You can definitely figure that out."

At present, everyone is afraid of taking responsibility and tends to approve fewer but stricter licenses, with individual licenses and fishing and hunting permits being subject to stricter controls.

The future will inevitably change.

"Do you think there will be many more people like Li Dong in the future?" Zhang Wenshan thought for a moment, but did not answer directly.

"Of course..." Zhang Wenhui blurted out, then froze halfway through her sentence.

Those who don't make money are envious of those who do, and those who make little are envious of those who make a lot. There will be no shortage of heartless swindlers like Li Dong.

The higher-ups will definitely intervene.

They might even set up role models, both positive and negative, and then, someone with all the necessary paperwork who would proactively help a family in need...

She suddenly came to her senses and was eager to get an explanation.

But then he found that there was no one around him anymore.

……

Zhang Wenshan felt uncomfortable all over after sleeping.

The earthen bed made my back ache, and what was even more annoying was that I always felt a chill on the back of my neck, as if something was staring at me.

He groggily opened his eyes, and a dark shadow appeared in his field of vision.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was deathly pale.

"Holy crap!"

Zhang Wenshan was so scared that he let out a roar, rolled half a circle on the ground, grabbed a pillow, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, curled up into a ball, and assumed a desperate stance.

When our eyes met, I could see that face clearly.

He froze instantly, a breath stuck in his throat.

After a two-second silence, all that remained was a look of utter despair.

"Third Sister?"

"Why are you so startled?"

"Huh?" Zhang Wenshan was completely speechless, hanging his head and slumping his shoulders, and said, "What is it?"

"The more I think about what you said yesterday, the more I realize it makes sense. I wrote something down; take a look."

Zhang Wenhui handed over two sheets of paper with densely packed, neat handwriting.

"Did you stay up all night to write this?"

Zhang Wenshan took the paper, yawned, and nodded slightly.

My third sister is very perceptive. She immediately realized that she could write it down and submit it after hearing just a few words. She knows how to seize opportunities.

If that teacher Sun doesn't work, send him to the newspaper... In short, we must catch him.

However, after reading the contents more closely, he was stunned.

The third sister's writing is immature, and her words are naive yet full of sharpness. She grasps the core of the problem, and her entire piece is substantial, showing that she has thought about it carefully.

The only problem is...

It was written from his perspective.

Zhang Wenshan's mind was in turmoil, and the two light sheets of paper in his hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

To my utter surprise, my third sister was thinking of him.

"No problem, just copy this later and I'll give it to Teacher Sun. Who knows, it might help you get a better future," Zhang Wenhui said matter-of-factly.

My younger brother has learned his lesson after the incident last time.

They have great foresight in many things, far surpassing my own abilities. With such talent, they are sure to excel if they can find a job.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with what I wrote?" Seeing that her younger brother hadn't spoken for a while, Zhang Wenhui's excitement gradually faded, replaced by a hint of unease.

"No, it's very well written." Zhang Wenshan came back to his senses, suppressed his myriad emotions, and shook his head with a smile. "But it should be written in your own name."

"Why, why is this what you thought?"

Do you know what this content means?

"That shows you're capable and have foresight!"

"I mean, what would happen if it were submitted in your name?" Zhang Wenshan softened his tone and said, enunciating each word clearly.

"I..." Zhang Wenhui blinked, a thoughtful look on her face.

soon.

As if she had suddenly figured something out, her lips trembled slightly, and excitement gradually welled up between her brows, which then turned into unbelievable ecstasy.

A vocational school graduate who became an accountant noticed a major problem before most people did.

I wouldn't say I'll be given a prominent position, but at least I'll have an opportunity to advance.

"No, no, no." Zhang Wenhui seemed to wake up from a nightmare, her eyes firm and her tone urgent. "This is what you thought."

"It'll be most valuable when you use it." Zhang Wenshan shook his head with a wry smile, casually pulling on his clothes. "Have you forgotten what it says in my file?"

Zhang Wenhui's face instantly turned grim, but she still refused to give up and said, "We can think of a way..."

"No matter what, you'd better use this."

Zhang Wenshan shrugged indifferently and stuffed the letter back into his third sister's hand: "If you feel bad about it, then work hard."