"I didn't bully him!"
Zhang Yuanmin felt he'd been wronged. He said to Zhao Jun, "I was driving a herd of roe deer that day, and one of them ran right into a snare he'd set. I killed it, gutted it, and was dragging it back when he caught up and tried to snatch it from me. So, we started fighting."
Hearing this, Zhao Jun pressed his lips together and lowered his head. When he looked up again, he asked Zhang Yuanmin with a look of resignation, "Brother, after you killed that roe deer, you didn't chop off a leg and hang it on a tree for him?"
"No!" Zhang Yuanmin said, full of self-righteousness. "I was the one who chased that deer. Why should I leave a leg for him?"
"You..." Seeing his defiant attitude, Zhao Jun was momentarily speechless with anger. But on second thought, it was Zhang Yuanmin's first time participating in a small-scale drive hunt. 'He doesn't know the rules,' he thought. 'Ignorance is no crime, I guess.'
