Chapter Nine: The Waning Moon

“Alright, Dafang, how can you talk to your Uncle Qiao like that?” Qiao Kangzhan glanced at Qiao Dafang beside him, his eyes rolling as he put on a worried expression and said, “Brother Qiao didn’t mean it. Come on, come on. You go back first, I’ll go inside and put on a coat, then I’ll come over.”

Already overly nervous, the old man Qiao didn’t think twice and quickly nodded, muttering stiffly, “I’m not leaving. I’ll wait for you here.”

Back inside, Qiao Dafang looked puzzled. “Father, Uncle Qiao has made a big mistake this time. If the commune investigates, we might not be able to handle it. Why did you say that?”

Qiao Kangzhan rummaged through a pile of new clothes and finally found an old, tattered cotton-padded jacket. After tidying the collar, he said, “You’re stubborn when you don’t understand. Let me tell you, your awareness of class struggle is too poor. Do you know what it means to use strength against strength?”

Qiao Dafang’s vacant eyes showed no glimmer of light, and the more so, the angrier Qiao Kangzhan became. “I told you to read more, but you never do. Aren’t you trying to get rid of Zhang Tiejun? Now’s a good chance.”

Though he hadn’t grasped Qiao Kangzhan’s meaning, when he heard it was about Zhang Tiejun, he immediately perked up. “Father, are you saying those sheep were killed by Zhang Tiejun’s doing?”

“I swear one day you’ll drive me mad,” Qiao Kangzhan said, tapping Qiao Dafang’s head with his tobacco pipe. “Do marks from beast bites look the same as gunshot wounds?”

“So what do you mean?” Qiao Dafang pressed for details.

“Didn’t Zhang Tiejun say he was a hunter? Our production brigade has a mountain patrol role too. If the feelings are mutual, we might as well give him face and push him into that position. Once he becomes a patrol officer, officially he answers to the brigade’s guidance, and privately he owes the Qiao family’s gratitude. If this matter isn’t handled well, it’s his failure. Detention is a light punishment—if worse comes to worst, we’ll drive him out of the Qiao family store!” Qiao Kangzhan’s face darkened.

Qiao Dafang chuckled, “Father, you really are cunning.”

“Get lost! Who talks about their own father like that?” Qiao Kangzhan pushed him aside gently.

“But Father, what if Zhang Tiejun really handles this matter well? What should we do then?” Qiao Dafang asked, straightening Qiao Kangzhan’s collar.

“Who’s your father? The party secretary of the Qiao family store brigade. Even if he makes some achievements later, they’re on your head. Zhang Tiejun may be capable, but he’s still under your father’s leadership. When the time comes, you’ll step on him and inherit your father’s position. The Qiao family store will belong to you. If anyone dares oppose us, I won’t hesitate to push them out!” Qiao Kangzhan said with certainty.

“You’re amazing, Father. You can turn black into white and white into black,” Qiao Dafang praised.

“Mind these things carefully, so no one can talk behind our backs,” Qiao Kangzhan said before hurrying off.

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