"Uncle Zhang, I'm here about the roe deer."
"Huh?" Zhang Lifu froze at Zhao Jun's words. He frowned at the young man, saying nothing.
Afraid he might get the wrong idea, Zhao Jun quickly said, "Uncle Zhang, did you get into a fight the other day?"
"How'd you know?" he asked, his thick Shandong accent distinctive. "You know that Big Pants fella?"
"Heh heh…" Zhao Jun chuckled. "Uncle Zhang, here's the thing. That guy, Zhang Yuanmin, he just got a gun a couple days ago and only started hunting. He doesn't understand the rules. If he did anything wrong, Uncle Zhang, for my sake, please don't hold it against him."
"Ah, Jun! *Sigh*…" Zhang Lifu sighed and shook his head. "Since you're here today, I'll tell you… that kid is a real damn piece of work. I just said a couple of words to him, and the damn guy pulls a gun on me! You tell me, how could I not beat him up?"
