Ding Yong Country glared at Zheng Ziwen and said, "I told you to go, so just go. Why so much nonsense!"
"We, we're not moving beds here?"
"I can handle this small task myself. Go quickly, be smart, and don't make people dislike you! Boss Zhang, you can just order this guy around; even if the car breaks down, he can push it back!"
Ding Yong Country gave Zheng Ziwen a push and then nodded seriously at Zhang Su, not as if he were joking.
Zheng Ziwen looked at his old uncle with an exaggerated expression; does he even see me as a person?
"Old Ding, what I'm going out for concerns zombies, not for fun. Ziwen is intact now, but I can't guarantee he won't lose an arm or a leg when we return, so be mentally prepared."
Zhang Su felt it was necessary to inform Ding Yong Country, lest something actually happen and it become awkward.
"Involving zombies is even better, take him out for some practice. In your young people's words, he's too inexperienced. If he really screws up, so be it."
