Raising tigers, such an unparalleled great idea, Su Yuncheng didn't even dare to mention it to the team leader.
He was worried that the old man wouldn't be able to catch his breath, and the whole village would have a feast.
Li Dahe was dragged back to the team headquarters, smoked a bag of cigarettes, and then furrowed his brow and asked, "What do you mean? Say it again."
Su Yuncheng said each word clearly, but when put together, why couldn't he understand?
What acorns? What luring down the mountain?
Could a brain kicked by every donkey in the commune come up with such a harmful idea?
Lin Nianhe saw his incredulous expression and could only take the manuscript paper on the table, drawing and kneading it into pieces while explaining the cause and effect again.
After listening, Li Dahe still refused to admit that he understood.
What could he not understand?
It was just that—
