The leader is my girlfriend

The ceremony is over, where is the wild boar?

The answer is revealed...

The next morning, Wang Yiming saw the militiamen gathering at the gate of the commune and getting ready to set off. He then realized that pre-sales already existed in that era. The wild boars had not even been caught yet, but they had already been pre-ordered. It was amazing. It was worthy of the "planned economy". I wonder if the later Double Eleven was learned from this.

After Vice President Zhang Peng finished his encouraging words, everyone felt like they were injected with chicken blood and were full of confidence like Wu Song fighting the tiger.

Wang Yiming has been sighing a lot recently.

Alas, the employees of this era are really good and have high trust values. They can be believed with just a few words or a piece of cake. If it were the 21st century, haha, I would be really embarrassed.

Reason for leaving...

Poor appetite - unable to eat the cake painted by the leader;

Not physically fit - unable to withstand the bombs laid by the leader;

The cervical spine is not in good condition - it cannot support the hat worn by the leader;

Responding too slowly – failing to take the blame from the leader;

My feet are too big - they can't fit into the shoes my boss gives me;

The acting is terrible - I'm sorry for such a large crew.

Farewell - Best regards!!!

Let’s not talk about anything else, just say that when it comes to relationships, it costs a lot of money. For a few dollars, you have already sold your body, so how can you sell your soul?

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After breakfast, a group of people set off in a mighty procession, including the trustworthy Wang Yiming and the capable Liu Dawei (driver Master Liu).

Master Liu had served in the military and carried a gun. Wang Yiming had gone through military training and stood at attention, so he knew what it meant to be both inexperienced and playful. As the nth squad, Li Kechang had agreed to their outing. What could possibly go wrong if they stayed at the back? Young people, if you want to go, go.

As for him? He is no longer able to do so. He is old and has to stay in the rear.

In the 60s, hunting wild boars was heroic, but in the 21st century, hunting wild boars is a criminal. The gap is really huge. It is true that things are valuable because they are rare. The former has money to buy a single room, while the latter likes to provide food and accommodation in a small single room.

"Comrade, can I touch your gun?" Wang Yiming asked cautiously.

"You've never touched a gun?" the other party was very surprised.

"I haven't touched it, so..." Wang Yiming was still thinking about how to say it nicely when the other party handed the gun over.

"for you."

"Thank you, big brother. Have a cigarette first."

"No, no need."

"Brother, keep it. Don't be polite."

Seeing that his elder brother was embarrassed to take it, Wang Yiming stuffed the remaining half pack of cigarettes into his elder brother's pocket. Anyway, he still had several packs of cigarettes in his pocket (the purchasing department included two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes in the monthly benefits, one for the purchaser to smoke himself, and one for opening up the market and building relationships). Wang Yiming gave both packs of Daqianmen cigarettes to his uncle An Chong, but An Chong disagreed to take them and asked him to use them for personal use when building relationships. Finally, his aunt Cui Jinhua made the decision and they both took a step back, with An Chong keeping one pack and Wang Yiming keeping one.

I just borrowed the gun for a while and let the other person feel it, and I got half a box of Daqianmen. Who would believe it if I told others about it? It only costs a few cents a box.

Xiaoyan stopped smoking and the eldest brother followed up, "Actually, this is nothing. We still have machine guns, mortars and anti-aircraft guns in the warehouse."

"what?"

"The Type 92 heavy machine gun, I heard it was taken from the Japanese back then."

"Wow!"

"The mortar box also contains seven shells. If you want to see them, I'll take you there after we finish hunting the wild boars."

"Thank you, brother."

"Thank you for nothing. You don't have to be so polite."

This is what it means to assemble something to the teeth. I spent half a pack of cigarettes to buy a ticket to enter the "museum" and touch the collections. It was worth it.

If I stockpile a gun in the space... well, forget it, safety first.

Following the militia, Wang Yiming went up the mountain. At first, everyone was still able to take care of him, and asked him to retreat as far as possible when they saw wild boar tracks. However, as they went deeper into the mountain, they became less and less concerned. They gave him a pistol for self-defense and asked him to follow behind carefully and not fall behind.

Slowly they opened up a distance of several hundred meters.

Wang Yiming trained his hips and legs yesterday morning, and after 24 hours of lactic acid accumulation, his legs and feet are now… well, how should I put it? They’re not as good as usual.

The wild boar did not follow the routine and rush out from the inside, but instead came out from behind and went straight towards Yiming.

He wanted to say - God wants to kill me, even though I was given a gun, I don’t know how to use it!!!

At the critical moment, all he could do was to protect his face with his hands to ensure that he could be recognized as much as possible even after his death.

But unexpectedly, the wild boar disappeared out of thin air???

He opened his fingers, revealing a gap. Where was the wild boar? Where was Peppa Pig, the black, ugly creature that had just rushed towards him?

Wang Yiming was a little overwhelmed and sat down on the ground. He recalled that two big wild boars had just rushed over, and there seemed to be 2-3 small wild boars following behind. No matter how he thought about it, it couldn't be an illusion.

Unless—he has Alzheimer's? He's not that young.

Or had he encountered something foul? Even though Wang Yiming had been reborn, he hadn't experienced being a ghost. The thought was even more frightening. He suddenly remembered a news story he'd read before: a group of hikers lost in the mountains. Instead of using their GPS, they stripped off their shirts and smiled. Finding their bodies was bizarre.

The more I think about it, the more confused and frightened I become. As Da Zhangwei said, "If there's something that's bothering you at the moment, just let it go. You won't be able to recall it later."

Yes, that's it.

After a few seconds of psychological preparation, Wang Yiming decided to leave it at that for now. He stood up, patted his butt, and continued to catch up with the main group.