Chapter 18 The Wild Boar Forest

　　"You didn't miscalculate; if you only count the pure profit, it would only be more, not less. Mind you, that's a thousand tons! You think it's easy to sell?" Yang Fei gently shook his head. 　　"Right oh," Su Tong immediately got discouraged, "It's already a miracle that we sell one ton a day. At this rate, if we sell one ton a day, it will take a thousand days, won't it take three years?" 　　"If we really sell it for three years, that would be too much of a failure." 　　"If you can sell a thousand tons in three years at this price, you'd be rich too, two million!" 　　"So, we have to find a way." Yang Fei's gaze, still pure, but deeper, like the water of a heavenly pool, unable to see the bottom. 　　"What do you have in mind?" With today's success, Su Tong had a few inexplicable expectations of him. 　　"Mobilize the masses," Yang Fei said in a serious manner, "The great man taught us that to do a good job, we must go deep into the grassroots, rely on and mobilize the power of the people, the fire of the stars can start a prairie fire!" 　　Su Tong blinked her eyes, almost thinking she was listening to a government work report. 　　Then, she laughed unkindly as she propped up her waist with one hand and kept shaking it with the other. 　　Her small willow waist, was really full, the small palm of her hand so propped up, held away half of her waist, and it appeared even more delicate, as if if she shook it a few more times, that small waist was going to break. 　　"I'm sorry, Yang warrior, I'm not laughing at you, I just think, you're so teenage and old, it's really like those leaders in the news." 　　Yang Fei helplessly rubbed his chin and laughed. 　　"Senior sister, do you know what the difference is between those who can be leaders and those who can't?" 　　"I don't, don't know!" She was still fluttering her flowery branches for miles! 　　"The most important difference is whether or not you have learned to use the fundamental method of the mass line, and whether or not you are good at relying on and mobilizing the masses to carry out your work. The mass line is the fundamental working line and working method of our Party and our army, and it is also the successful experience and traditional treasure of doing all kinds of work for a long time. This magic treasure, we now want to borrow over." 　　Su Tong did not smile. 　　A moment ago, she just felt that the familiar Yang Fei, suddenly pretending to be old-fashioned, was a little less adaptable. 　　At this moment, seeing Yang Fei talk eloquently, just like an old leader, where does it look like he is pretending? 　　She stopped laughing and reached out to tease her somewhat messy hair. 　　Just a mountain wind blew, blowing her head full of hair flying fluttering, short skirt lifted up unexpectedly, revealing a small corner of the inner. 　　Yang Fei saw it, it was white. 　　He didn't want to be rude, but the knot in his throat still rolled up and down a bit, and the ponytail grass made a crisp breaking sound in his mouth. 　　He twisted his head, spat out the horsetail grass, picked a leaf in his hand, sipped his mouth, held the leaf in his mouth, and blew out a song. 　　"Hehe, can't tell, you're multi-talented!" Su Tong's attention, was indeed diverted, surprised, "In the past in school, I didn't see you perform on stage ah." 　　"Come on, senior sister, you're two years older than me! Would you pay attention to me?" 　　"Well, that's a good point. What song did you play? The melody is nice." 　　"John Denver, Country Roads Take Me Home. One of the masterpieces of American country music." 　　Yang Fei took off the leaves and got back to the point: "After we go down the mountain, let's go to the village branch secretary and mobilize all the people in the village to settle the tap water matter. Each household will contribute three hundred dollars, and that will be enough to divert the water to their homes." 　　"There are thousands of people in the village, how are you going to mobilize them? Don't look at the villagers who are usually simple and hospitable, it would be hard to really get them to contribute money to do something. The village cadres don't have a solution, you, an outsider, are even more helpless." 　　Yang Fei smiled faintly, "The mountain man has his own plan." 　　The two of them talked while walking towards the mountain, without realizing it, they were already deep into the belly of the mountain. 　　When they turned back, the little followers didn't know where to go crazy. 　　The village children, who were used to being wild in this place, were not afraid that they would lose them. 　　A moss-covered stone path winds upward, not between the green forest and the dense foliage. 　　"This is the path to the nunnery at the top of the mountain." Su Tong glanced at it and unconsciously leaned towards Yang Fei's side, "The people who collect firewood only go up to that side of the hill, very few people come in on this side. We'd better go back." 　　Yang Fei was filled with longing for the mountains, "Go up and take a look! The view is so good, a natural oxygen bar!" 　　As he was talking, he suddenly saw something moving inside the bushes over there. 　　Su Tong subconsciously thought it was a snake, but felt that snakes were not this tall. 　　"It's a wild boar!" Under her nervousness, she pulled Zhang Yang's hand, "Quickly go!" 　　Want to go? 　　It was too late. 　　A black wild boar, holding up two tusks, revealed half of its head from the bushes, with a long mouth that kept emitting a low growl, looking ferociously at the two uninvited guests. 　　Yang Fei wanted to see what a wild boar looked like, but he did not want to become the boar's next meal, he held Su Tong's hand tightly and whispered, "Don't panic. Let's go up the tree." 　　"I don't know how to climb a tree." 　　"As a rural girl, you actually do not know how to climb trees?" 　　"I'm a good girl!" 　　Big trees were everywhere, Yang Fei picked up Su Tong and lifted her up, letting her climb up the branches. 　　Su Tong but ninety pounds, Yang Fei easily lifted up, only hands put place, more embarrassing, especially the last one, his hands, are placed in her softest parts, he only felt the hand feel especially warm, only to know inserted the wrong place. 　　At that time, the situation was in crisis, both of them couldn't care less. 　　"You quickly come up!" Su Tong got onto the branch, her fluttering heart dropped halfway down. 　　Yang Fei climbed the tree trunk with both hands and climbed upwards nimbly. 　　The boar's robust body, violently rushed forward, tusks poking towards Yang Fei's legs. 　　Yang Fei can't get to the tree in time, one hand hanging on the branch, legs shrinking, swinging away in the air, body a loose, fell to the ground. 　　Su Tong's heart, which had just been put down, once again hung suspended, nervously shouting, "Swordsman Yang, be careful!" 　　When Yang Fei fell down, his butt landed on the ground, and his hands felt a broken hard tree skill on the ground, so he held it in his hands, which was better than nothing. 　　The boar was huge, its limbs were thick and short, its back bristles were long and hard, and some of its hairs turned white. 　　It had one eye that was blind, it should have been cut by someone, and there was a long scar on its head. 　　Back then, I don't know which unlucky person, encountered it, I don't know if it was spared? 　　When Yang Fei was a child, he often heard his grandfather talk about the things he hunted when he was young, and he had a certain understanding of wild boars, and observing this wild boar, he determined that it was a male boar. 　　Female pigs are usually with their piglets, and only male pigs like to act alone. 　　Moreover, male pigs have well-developed canine teeth, with the upper canine teeth exposed and turned upwards in the shape of tusks. 　　In addition, judging from the white hairs on the back of this boar, this boar is already old, an old pig. 　　An old pig is also a wild boar! 　　The boar's skin is thick, and the gun sand is not resistant to him. 　　Ordinary hunting dogs, three or five of them are simply not a match for a strong boar.