Zhang Laibao rushed into the house in a panic, went back to his room, and clumsily started wrapping his leggings.
Zhang Laibao had a younger brother named Zhang Laifa, two years his junior, who was lying on the heated brick bed reading a picture-story book.
"Bro, where are you going?"
"Into the mountains. To hunt!" Hearing this, Zhang Laifa was completely stunned. 'The dog's injured and you don't have a gun. Who do you think you can hunt bare-handed?' he thought.
Just then, Zhang Zhanshan heard the commotion from the other room and came over. "Laibao, what are you up to?" he asked.
"Hunting." Now that his own father was here, Zhang Laibao had to explain. "I saw Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu at the entrance to the village. They're going hunting in the mountains, and I said I'd go with them."
"Hunting?" Zhang Zhanshan's brow furrowed at his words. "Didn't I poison their dog, Huabiao, to death?"
