Looking down at the valley floor, Ping An realized he was safe and said quickly, "Dad, go check on that little wild boar. I want to raise it!"

"Okay, hug daddy's neck tighter again."

Zhang Guoqing agreed without hesitation. If his son wanted to keep a wild boar, or even a tiger, he would pluck out its fangs and let it play with his son.

After a few jumps between the cliffs, Zhang Guoqing and his son reached the bottom of the valley. When they approached the brave little wild boar, they found that it had also been killed by a palm.

Xiao Ping'an pouted and looked at his father sadly.

Zhang Guoqing rubbed his head helplessly. If his son hadn't mentioned it earlier, he might have saved the pig's life if he had acted earlier.

Ping An saw this and patted his father comfortingly, "I'm just saying. Even if I raise it, I can't take it home. If I do, they'll ask me to hand it over and kill it for meat."

The more attentive the child is, the more distressed Zhang Guoqing feels. Actually, he knows all this. It would be nice to keep the child at home for a few days to make him happy. Alas... raising birds and goldfish, that's considered petty bourgeoisie...

"I got it, I got it, so much meat... Oh, how do I take it back? I should have asked my mom to come over. Dad, think of a way..."

Zhang Guoqing was interrupted from his thoughts by his loud shouting, and pinched his face amusedly, "Little money-grubber!" After saying that, he looked around, and saw a little wild boar running away, and the rest all fell to the ground.

The smell of blood was too strong here, and since it was deep in the mountains, it was impossible to kill them directly. I had to make two racks and drag them a distance, and then think about it when I was far away.

With an idea in mind, he quickly fashioned two racks from the fallen trees, tying the wild animals to them with branches and ropes. The black bear weighed over 700 kilograms, and the four wild boars weighed nearly 2,000 kilograms. He couldn't possibly take them all at once, so he tied up the three wild boars and hung them from a tree a hundred meters away.

After finishing, Zhang Guoqing carried a black bear on his back, held his son tightly in one hand, and carried a 200-pound wild boar in the other hand, and ran quickly towards the wooden nest.

From a distance, it looked like a small mountain, thanks to his strength. Even so, he was exhausted. By the time he reached the cabin, the time it took made him want to give up on the remaining three pigs.

Inside the cabin, Zhang Guoqing heated up some steamed buns, and the father and son made do with their lunch. After a short rest, he picked up his son again, only to find the little guy shaking his head and saying, "Dad, I'll stay here and watch over the meat. I can do it!"

What the hell?

"No room for negotiation!"

"I'm worried you're tired."

Zhang Guoqing glanced at him and said, "Why don't you give up the three pigs?" He didn't believe that his son, who was so stingy, would be willing to give them up.

Ping An nodded immediately: "Alright. It's not worth it if my dad gets tired. Kill him here and then we can go back."

Ouch! Zhang Guoqing was really surprised. He laughed and said, "You don't feel sorry? That's one yuan a pound of meat. How many pounds of vegetables can you buy?"

Ping An knew his father still remembered what he said that morning, and he chuckled happily, "No matter how much meat you have, it's not as important as my father! You've worked so hard, I can't bear to let you go."

"Good son! Just for your words, Dad has to bring the meat back."

"We have enough to eat, no more."

"Hold on tight to Dad's neck. Let's hurry up. If we're late, your mom will be worried."

"Dad, when will I grow up?"

"Don't think about growing up. Growing up isn't fun at all."

This time without the heavy objects, the father and son could easily move on and soon returned to their original place not far away.

Before they got very close, they heard the howling of other wild animals in the valley. Perhaps the strong smell of blood had attracted the nearby beasts, and some mortal enemy was engaged in a love-hate relationship.

Even if there was an opportunity to take advantage of the tiger, not to mention Zhang Guoqing, even Ping An would not be interested. Who knows how long those guys will fight?

Arriving at the tree, Zhang Guoqing untied the wild boar and left. Luckily, he'd planned to hang the chopped-off wild boar somewhere else just in case. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so lucky and could easily carry it away without breaking a sweat.

Along the way, Ping An held his father's neck tightly and did not move, for fear of adding to his father's burden. He stared at the places they passed by and looked ahead, silently calculating how far they had to go.

From the time they set out in the early morning till now, and after two trips back and forth, even though they couldn't look at their watch, Zhang Guoqing knew that things were going to get serious.

When they left the house this morning, they didn't say hello to Zhou Jiao, nor did they leave her a note. She'd be terribly worried when she realized her hunting tools were missing.

When Zhang Guoqing thought about facing Zhou Jiao's half-smile when he got home, he felt scared and quickened his pace.

"Dad, that's my mom..."

Zhang Guoqing, who was rushing over with his head down, was so frightened by his son's words that he almost fell down. He immediately looked up in the direction of his son's finger, and the figure in front of the wooden house on the lawn was none other than his wife!

"Oh, this ancestor... this aunt..." Zhang Guoqing's face changed drastically. "Your mother is so brave that she dares to go up the mountain alone."

Even though Zhou Jiao's eyesight wasn't as good as theirs, she could still guess who it was from that moving mass. She shook her head speechlessly. This money-obsessed father and son were crazy!

When Zhang Guoqing, covered in sweat, approached, Zhou Jiao was so distressed that she didn't bother to say anything more. She quickly took her son and served him tea and water to quench his thirst first.

"Why are you going up the mountain alone? It's so dangerous." Zhang Guoqing took the cup and took a sip of water. "You're really reckless. What if you get bit by a snake? What would you do? What if you encounter a lone wolf?"

Zhou Jiao smiled upon hearing this, and she didn't argue that she had a weapon. Her man was worried, just as she was concerned about them, father and son. There was no need to argue over who would win or lose.

"Wife, don't take it lightly. You must not go up the mountain without me by your side from now on, can you do that? Don't be fooled by the fact that every time I take you up the mountain, it seems like everything goes smoothly. There are many dangers in the mountains, and you can't joke around. My son and I were planning to take a walk and then go back today, but you see, an accident happened..."

Zhou Jiao was shocked when she heard this. "Are you not hurt?"

Zhang Guoqing shook his head at her and said, "Son, you speak."

Ping An started by describing the scene from the moment he first climbed the mountain this morning, all the way to his encounter with the black bear fighting a group of wild boars. The final confrontation between the two sides was particularly vivid and exciting when he described it.

"So you guys got lucky? Yeah, you're pretty lucky." Zhou Jiao said, looking at the three wild boars on the ground. "Can I go up with you guys to get the rest? It's too hard to carry them in this hot weather."

Ping An laughed and pointed at a wooden house.

Zhou Jiao nodded thoughtfully. No wonder there were so many traps around. She had just thought they were set up by the old hunter staying overnight for safety reasons.

"I'll clean up first, you take your son inside to rest for a while."

Zhou Jiao quickly pulled him back, "Don't worry, eat something and rest for a while. You're exhausted, right? You can clean up later."

Zhang Guoqing didn't refuse after hearing this. He hugged her and her mother into the wooden house. "I'm not tired, but I'm worried that you're waiting anxiously at home. I'll kill your three pigs while I have time today. It's not convenient at the foot of the mountain."

Zhou Jiao glanced at her watch and asked worriedly, "Are you really not tired? Don't try to be so stubborn. Even if you have a good body, you still need to take care of it. Don't just take advantage of your youth and do whatever you want."

Zhang Guoqing shook his head. Of course I'm tired, are you kidding? That's carrying over 2,000 pounds of stuff up and down the mountain. But he couldn't say that out loud.

The key is that I'm about to return to Beijing, and my schedule is tight. I need to clear out the prey I've accumulated over the years to save space. If I don't take this opportunity to slaughter them back home, it will become increasingly inconvenient later.