"Huh?" After Zhao Guofeng spoke, he noticed Zhao Jun giving him a strange look. Without missing a beat, he added, "The bears are all coming out of their dens now. It's the perfect time for you to go up the mountain and hunt a few more. That'll keep them from chasing the villagers who are out foraging."
The reason sounded noble enough, but Zhao Jun was inwardly speechless. Not only was Zhao Guofeng the Village Chief, but he was also his father's sworn brother, making him an elder.
Otherwise, Zhao Jun would have definitely hit him with a couple of sarcastic remarks.
'The man has some nerve,' Zhao Jun thought. 'A minute ago he was clutching his jaw, whining about a toothache. Now he's spotted a business opportunity and is already thinking about reselling bear meat.'
When Zhao Jun still didn't say anything, Zhao Guofeng added, "Zhao Jun, my boy, don't get the wrong idea. I don't want the bear gallbladder. Just sell the meat to me. Your uncle will even pay you a little extra for it."
