"Is Qingshanling dangerous over there?" Chen Changyuan asked pretending to be ignorant, but in his heart he was secretly guessing the hunter's experience in mountain roads in the village.

"Not only is it dangerous, but you'll be scared the first time you get hit. But there are plenty of wild deer here. After a few years, when they start breeding, the mountains will be a living gold mine... Oh, you can't dig it? We'll see tomorrow!"

Old Yuantou laughed so heartily that he accidentally knocked the dishes off the table.

At this moment, Fang Suxia brought the dishes out from the kitchen. The aroma filled the air and seemed particularly strong in the cold winter wind.

Chen Changyuan picked up the chopsticks, but did not put them to his mouth, because a hint of inquiry suddenly appeared in Lao Yuantou's eyes.

He smiled casually and raised his glass to offer a drink to hide his strangeness.

The moment the wine glasses clinked, he heard the old man ask calmly, seemingly unintentionally.

"Changyuan, there are plenty of prey in our village, but if you hunt this shoulder... won't it cause any other trouble?"

Chen Changyuan calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank it all. The spicy wine slid down his throat, as if a fire was burning in his chest.

He put down his wine glass, a barely perceptible sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle Yuantou, you're joking. How dare I get into trouble with my limited skills?"

Chen Changyuan spoke in a relaxed manner, but in his heart he disagreed with what Lao Yuantou said.

He has lived on the edge of a knife all his life, and has seen all kinds of storms. What kind of trouble can a few preys cause him?

Old Yuan narrowed his cloudy eyes, stared at Chen Changyuan for a long while, and then said slowly:

"Changyuan, don't blame me for being nosy. You have to understand the principle of not showing off your wealth these days. Look at you. In just a few days, you've already hunted so many things. I wonder what those jealous villagers are saying about you behind your back!"

"Let them talk. They have mouths on their bodies, how can you control their gossip?"

Chen Changyuan smiled indifferently, but in his heart he was grateful for Lao Yuantou's "reminder".

He is not a young man who has just started out and will be affected by a few gossips.

"You little brat..."

Seeing that Chen Changyuan was unmoved, Lao Yuantou shook his head helplessly and said nothing more.