Trading a wild boar leg or a bear leg for bullets—was it a fair trade?
It was!
In this day and age, wild boar and bear meat weren't worth much, but bullets cost money. Of course, someone with connections like Zhao Youcai didn't need to spend any money.
But Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu couldn't do that. So, Zhao Jun took out his savings from over the years—thirteen yuan and eighty-two fen in total—hoping to trade for a few clips of bullets.
The person Li Baoyu went to for the bullets was Zhao Jinshan, the son of the Village Chief, Zhao Guofeng.
As for how Zhao Jinshan got his hands on the bullets, there was no need to ask. In any case, they hadn't cost him anything.
But Zhao Jinshan was a decent guy. He didn't ask for Li Baoyu's money, instead letting him pay for the bullets with meat.
Zhao Jun understood perfectly well that Zhao Jinshan was doing him a personal favor.
Zhao Jun gladly accepted. 'Zhao Jinshan is a decent guy. When we bag something, I'll just give him a bigger cut.'
