"My ten yuan!" Zhou Jianjun staggered over to the goat's head. He saw the remaining half-pile of soybean cakes nearby, now stained red with blood.
At this moment, Zhou Jianjun was devastated, suffering a blow to both his body and his spirit.
"Jianjun! Jianjun!" Just then, Zhao Youcai's voice came from the south. He was dragging a roe deer up the slope.
By now, there was no snow on the mountain. The ground was all grass, dirt, sand, and stone, creating a lot of friction and making it very difficult to drag the roe deer.
But from down below, Zhao Youcai had already sensed something was wrong for the same reason as Zhou Jianjun earlier: he couldn't hear any bleating.
Zhao Youcai yanked the roe deer up to the top, took one look, and exploded with fury.
Zhao Youcai dropped the roe deer, went up to the goat's head that died with its eyes open, and asked, "What the hell happened here?"
