Qin Qiang naively said to Zhao Guofeng, "No need, Uncle Zhao. The other three don't know how to shoot. One gun for me and one for Great Victory will be enough."
Zhao Guofeng nodded. He took out another pack of bullets and handed them, along with the gun, to Tao Dasheng, who was already grinning from ear to ear.
Tao Dasheng took the gun and slung it over his shoulder. The group bid farewell to Zhao Guofeng and Xu Changlin, then left the Village Office, leading their dogs eastward.
Zhao Guofeng stood in the doorway and watched them disappear into the distance before turning to Xu Changlin beside him. "Uncle Xu, I just realized," he said. "If you hadn't said what you did, they probably wouldn't have gone."
A faint smile touched Xu Changlin's lips. "If you'd told them Zhao Youcai's eldest son was the one who arranged this, not a single one of them would have gone."
