"No way!" When Wang Qiang refused, Zhao Jun cut in adamantly, "Uncle, no one hunts a Black Bear alone! Don't say another word. I'm going with you!"
"But..."
Wang Qiang was about to say more, but Wang Meilan stopped him. "Qiangzi, listen to your nephew. Let him go with you. He's a better hunter than your brother-in-law these days."
The words had barely left Wang Meilan's mouth when the door was pulled open from the outside. Zhao Youcai stood in the doorway, a half-full sack of cornmeal slung over his back.
Wang Qiang turned and greeted him, "Brother-in-law, you're back? You're off work early today."
"Hmph." Zhao Youcai just grunted faintly, then turned his gaze to Zhao Jun.
Zhao Jun hurried forward and reached for the burlap sack on Zhao Youcai's shoulder. "Dad, that looks heavy!"
"Hmph..." Zhao Youcai snorted, drawing the sound out.
Wang Meilan shot Zhao Youcai a glare, but she couldn't very well scold him in front of her brother.
