It was too dark for Sheng Xi'an to notice what was happening behind her brother.

Upon hearing that his elder brother had brought back a wolf, Sheng Xi'an's expression immediately changed, and he turned and ran into the house.

"Dad, hurry up, my older brother is back." This idiot, so frightened and anxious, couldn't even speak clearly.

"Your older brother is back, so why are you acting like this?"

Sheng Liancheng and his wife were sitting on the south kang in the east room. They were quite surprised to hear what their second son said. What kind of expression did he have?

"No, my older brother didn't come back alone; he was carrying a wolf on his back."

Sheng Xi'an was so anxious, but she finally managed to make things clear.

"My older brother said that Dad should go out quickly and help kill the wolf."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Liancheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly put on his shoes, got out of bed, and walked outside.

"How come we encountered wolves? We haven't heard much about wolves in recent years."

While muttering to himself, Sheng Liancheng grabbed the door bar and came out of the house.

When they arrived in the yard, just as the second son had said, their eldest son was carrying a wolf.

Without saying a word, Sheng Liancheng swung the pole and smashed it down on the wolf's waist.

Canines, whether wolves, jackals, or dogs, all share the same characteristic: a head of steel, bones of iron, and a waist of tofu.

Sheng Liancheng is quite old now and has experienced a lot. When he first came to Northeast China to work, he had seen wolves.

In those days, there were many wolves, and they often came into the village. It was common for them to snatch poultry and livestock; some even snatched children.

Sheng Liancheng had seen others hunt wolves before and knew their weaknesses, so he used all his strength to smash the bar down hard on the wolf's waist.