The leader of the livestock station, feeling stirred and apprehensive, sent off the brigade leader and his team.
The journey back was smooth as silk, and there were no incidents of robbery whatsoever.
It's hilarious.
If they'd been transporting a truck of old hens, someone might have taken the risk. The key is, the brigade leader was transporting two trucks of chicken chicks.
Those fluffy little things, frankly speaking, aren't even worth the trouble of plucking the feathers off.
"Ran," the brigade leader said to Wen Ran, holding onto her, with a heavy tone, "In the future, when we discipline people, let's do it back at home."
Wen Ran outside, "What, do you think I've caused you trouble?"
"Tsk, you heartless brat," the brigade leader grumbled, "I'm just worried those who don't know better might spread dumb rumors about you."
"I'm not afraid. Their mouths belong to them. As long as they don't curse me to my face, I'll just act like I don't know."
