The hunter's leisurely life begins with marrying a female educated youth.

Zhang Tuanjie ran back home.

Grandpa Zhang Guangming, Grandma Sun Manxiang, and Mother Wang Yuanhui were enjoying dinner around the octagonal table.

Three dishes and one soup.

One of the meat dishes was stir-fried pork cracklings with chili peppers. It was clear that Wang Yuanhui had already rendered the fat from 10 jin of fatty pork and used some of the cracklings to stir-fry the dish.

"Boss, why are you back so early?"

Wang Yuanhui was somewhat surprised to see her eldest son running back, panting.

"Mom, Grandma, something terrible has happened! That brat Zhang Yun said we stole his family's fat meat, and the brigade leader is bringing people to search our house."

"Dad told me to come back first and return the fatty meat."

Zhang Tuanjie was very anxious and immediately explained why he had returned.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanhui and Sun Manxiang immediately stood up, having also understood the meaning behind Zhang Tuanjie's words.

Zhang Yun actually managed to persuade the brigade leader to search the house.

If this is confirmed, I will be labeled a 'thief,' and how will I ever live in Jiuwan Village again?

Although Wang Yuanhui was outspoken, it didn't mean she had no scruples.

First, there's Zhang Boshu's role as the production team leader.

Secondly, the lives of the three sons.

These are all Wang Yuanhui's weaknesses.

She was well aware, of course, that the real reason she could enjoy such a comfortable and leisurely life in the Zhang family was simply because she had a husband who was the production team leader and three sons, which led Zhang Guangming and Sun Manxiang to favor her immensely.

If the thief is convicted, Zhang Boshu will definitely lose his position as production team leader.

"It's that bastard Zhang Yun again..."

Wang Yuanhui was furious, but she was also at a loss for what to do.

"Quickly, quickly, hide all the lard and cracklings."

Sun Manxiang was also anxious. She had snatched these fat pieces of meat from her third daughter-in-law, Liu Juanjuan, and now the charge of theft was going to be pinned on her.

Sun Manxiang is 64 years old this year. She doesn't want to be old and accused of being a thief.

Wang Yuanhui obediently rushed to the kitchen.

At this moment, Zhang Guangming spoke up: "No need to hide it anymore. The fat meat your grandma snatched from Lao San's house wasn't really stolen. This is our family matter. The brigade leader is here, and I want to have a word with him."

Sun Manxiang and Wang Yuanhui then realized what was happening.

Yes, Sun Manxiang took the fatty meat from Zhang Jiwu's house in front of Liu Juanjuan. Does that count as stealing?

"I was almost scared by that bastard Zhang Yun... Yeah, my mother-in-law took a piece of meat from her daughter-in-law's house, that doesn't count as stealing at all."

At this moment, Wang Yuanhui felt that she was in the right again.

Zhang Tuanjie was speechless after hearing these words, unsure of how to offer any further advice.

We can only take it one step at a time.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Boshu, Zhang Shengli, and Zhang Jianshe, the three fathers and sons, finished their dinner and hurriedly returned together.

Zhang Guangming, Sun Manxiang, and Wang Yuanhui had finished dinner and were waiting for Captain Zhang Youwei to come over, but unexpectedly, it was Zhang Boshu and the other two who returned.

"Boshu, Tuanjie came back and said the brigade leader is coming to our house. What's going on?"

Zhang Guangming spoke first, asking calmly.

Zhang Boshu looked displeased and replied, "Take out all the lard and cracklings too, and let Zhang Yun and Zhang Jiwu take them back."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guangming, Sun Manxiang, and Wang Yuanhui were somewhat surprised.

"How can we let them take it? We've already fried it into lard, how can we let them take it back?"

Wang Yuanhui immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.

Zhang Boshu sighed and patiently explained, "Don't dwell on gains and losses anymore. Do you want to see me, the production team leader, dismissed?"

Zhang Boshu already felt the pressure whenever he thought of what Captain Zhang Youwei had said to him.

Zhang Youwei had clearly guessed the cause and effect, and the reason he did not pursue the matter further was to give Zhang Boshu face.

If Zhang Yun isn't dealt with now, and he continues to cause trouble, firstly, the three Zhang brothers will become the laughingstock of the whole village, and secondly, he, as the production team leader, will be unable to do his job in the future.

It's certainly not worth it for Zhang Boshu to lose his position as production team leader just because of 10 pounds of fat.

Zhang Boshu was unable to explain this to Wang Yuanhui.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuanhui's eyes widened in surprise, realizing that the matter had escalated significantly.

In order to gain a temporary advantage, Wang Yuanhui was about to lose Zhang Boshu, the production team leader. Of course, she knew the consequences, so she immediately chose to keep quiet.

Not long after, Zhang Yun and Zhang Jiwu arrived together.

“Zhang Yun, Grandma was wrong this time. I’ve already fried the fat into lard, and I only ate a little bit of the cracklings. It’s all here now, you can take it all.”

Sun Manxiang then stepped forward and took on the main responsibility.

This was also arranged by Zhang Boshu, who wanted Sun Manxiang to use her status to suppress Zhang Yun and prevent him from acting recklessly.

Seeing that his mother had said such things, Zhang Jiwu, as her son, was dissatisfied but dared not utter a word.

Zhang Yun was too lazy to argue with his grandmother, Sun Manxiang. He looked at Zhang Boshu and said indifferently, "Uncle, you should know how much benefit I've brought to the brigade these past two days, right? The brigade leader values ​​me a lot now, and the militia captain and I have a good relationship too."

"If I insist on pursuing this matter today and it escalates to the brigade secretary and the people's commune, I don't need to elaborate on the consequences for you, do I?"

"Of course I'll take these lard and cracklings, but you have to give me some compensation."

Zhang Boshu's expression froze; he hadn't expected Zhang Yun to be so difficult to deal with.

"Zhang Yun, you're too arrogant. Do you have any respect for your grandparents and uncle?"

When Wang Yuanhui heard that Zhang Yun wanted more compensation, her fiery temper flared up, and she immediately shouted angrily.

"respect?"

"It's ridiculous that you can even say that word."

Zhang Yun's expression turned cold, and he replied very rudely.

Did the grandparents ever show any respect to their second son's family? Even when they saw Zhang Zhongli was seriously ill and about to have surgery, they remained indifferent. Did they have even a trace of parental love for their child?

Zhang Yun's grandparents have disliked her and her five siblings since she was a child and have never shown her any love. How can Zhang Yun possibly respect them?

Respect is inherently mutual.

They tried to use seniority to suppress Zhang Yun, but Zhang Yun wouldn't fall for it.

"You're too arrogant, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."

At this moment, Zhang Tuanjie, who was standing to the side, got annoyed and suddenly threw a punch.

When Zhang Shengli and Zhang Jianshe saw their elder brother make a move, they instinctively rushed over, wanting to join in and beat Zhang Yun up.

As if he had anticipated this scene, Zhang Yun slightly shifted his body to the side when Zhang Tuanjie's fist came flying, just dodging the punch, and then quickly swung his right hand.

Snapped!

A very loud slap.

Zhang Tuanjie swayed and fell heavily to the ground, his cheeks swelling up.

When Zhang Shengli and Zhang Jianshe pounced on him, Zhang Yun suddenly swept his leg, sending the two flying into the air. They landed heavily on the ground, screaming in pain.

Thanks to the power feedback from the spiritual spring space, Zhang Yun's body is now not only strong, but also quick-witted.

Zhang Boshu was dumbfounded again.

He was already in the wrong, and now that all three of his sons had been defeated by Zhang Yun, Zhang Boshu was not only surprised but also somewhat wary of Zhang Yun.

"Alright, don't you think things aren't serious enough?"

Zhang Boshu was even more depressed.

Zhang Tuanjie, Zhang Shengli, and Zhang Jianshe stood up, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Zhang Yun. Was this still the Zhang Yun they used to beat up at will?

He's become a completely different person.

The three of them naturally dared not make another move.

"Zhang Yun, say something. How can this matter be resolved?"

Zhang Boshu suppressed his anger and asked unhappily.

"Yesterday, it seems your family bought a bag of rice from the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Okay, give me and my third uncle that bag of rice, and that'll settle things."

Zhang Yun smiled faintly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guangming, Sun Manxiang, and Wang Yuanhui immediately became anxious.

Zhang Boshu gritted his teeth, waved his right hand to stop the three men's impulsiveness, and calmly said, "Fine, it's yours."

A bag of rice weighs 50 jin (25 catties) and costs about seven or eight yuan.

Although the cost was high, Zhang Boshu was willing to accept it as long as it could quell the matter.

After all, he managed to keep his position as production team leader.

All I can say is that this whole drama, personally orchestrated by Zhang Boshu, can be summed up in the proverb: "Trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead."