Liu Yuan stared at Wang Tianxiao in surprise, seemingly wondering why this young man was so stubborn.

Everyone wants to take advantage of others; there's no reason to refuse a freebie that's offered to you.

Seeing that Liu Yuan had no objections, Wang Tianxiao told Liu Yuan to follow him back to the depot to get the money. He then passed the gun directly through the basket and said to Wang Tianxin, "Come on, Tianxin, try to lift it up."

"Eh."

Wang Tianxin ran over, bent down, put the gun butt on his shoulder, and with a burst of strength stood up. He managed to lift the basket, but he was also crushed by the weight, grimacing and swaying, almost unable to stand.

That's understandable.

Many people assume that sika deer look slender and don't weigh much.

This is a misconception.

In fact, because sika deer exercise a lot, their flesh is very firm and their weight is much greater than it appears.

A three- or four-year-old male sika deer, if it grows well, can weigh up to 200 pounds.

Even male deer that are only one or two years old can grow to 170 or 180 pounds.

The female deer are slightly lighter, but they need to reach adulthood. If they are younger, they may weigh over 100 pounds, while female deer over three years old will weigh over 200 pounds.

The doe is currently pregnant and is about two years old. She should weigh at least 170 or 180 pounds. If you're not careful, it would be quite difficult to lift her up suddenly.

Wang Tianxiao is strong; he can lift 200 jin (100 kg). Wang Tianxin, on the other hand, is just a teenager who doesn't train his strength regularly and is rather thin, so he doesn't have much strength at all.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Boss, let me carry it," Wu Wenhua volunteered.

Wang Tianxiao looked at the pile of things on his body and wondered who would carry them if he took them off.

He was immediately in a dilemma.

He could carry the deer a distance by himself, but this place is three or four kilometers away from the station, which is not something he can carry in a short time. He doesn't have the patience to carry it that far.

"I'll do it."

Liu Yuan shoved the gun in his hand into Wang Tianxin's hand and said to him, "Watch out, young man. If you want to make a living in our mountains, you can't just rely on your words. You need to have some strength."

As he spoke, he lifted up the head that Wang Tianxin couldn't lift and said to Wang Tianxiao, "Let's go."

"Are you alright?" Wang Tianxiao asked with concern. Liu Yuan was not young, and he had just been bullied by Mi Gouzi. He wondered if Liu Yuan had the stamina to keep up.

"Don't worry, I'm no less strong than you. When I was young, I could drag a deer down the mountain, or even a bear. You young people are getting worse with each generation."

Wang Tianxiao thought to himself, "This old man, I can't see anything else, but he's quite skilled with words."

He's lucky he's an old man, otherwise, with that mouth of his, he'd be beaten countless times.

Now that the personnel configuration was in place, the three of them began their return journey. Wu Wenhua, true to his reputation as a strongman, added three more newly deceased honey dogs to the original group.

Wang Tianxiao taught Wang Tianxin how to bleed the first one. He was a little nervous, but he became much more relaxed with the remaining two.

He is indeed very suitable for this kind of thing.

It took Wang Tianxiao some time to overcome the impact of that blood back then; it definitely wasn't this quick.

Wang Tianxin followed behind, playing with Liu Yuan's old-fashioned gun. It wasn't filled with gunpowder, so Liu Yuan didn't refuse, but he would occasionally make sarcastic remarks, which made Wang Tianxin angry and yell.

"Old man, if it weren't for your age, I..."

"You still want to beat me up, don't you?" Liu Yuan carried Lu on one shoulder, took out his pipe with the other hand, lit it, and began to leisurely wash and smoke his old pipe. "I'm not bragging, but with your pathetic strength, even if I gave you a handicap, you'd still be no match for me."

"Look at you, so confident. You were like that just now. If my brother hadn't intervened, you probably would have been devoured by Honey Dog by now. Bragging doesn't cost anything, so keep bragging." Wang Tianxin didn't back down at all.

Liu Yuan smiled faintly, revealing a hint of mockery and disdain.

Wang Tianxiao was immediately curious about this guy. He had been forced into such a situation by Mi Gouzi, so how come he hadn't thrown away his pipe yet, and could still find it now?

But he didn't dislike the old man.

There are actually many old men like this in the village. They're nothing special, except they're sharp-tongued.

But when you look at how they do things, you often can't find any major problems.

Just like today, he was almost bitten to death by a honey dog ​​while protecting the deer.

If you call this foolish, then it is foolish.

However, they have their own logic for dealing with people and things, and they stick to it steadfastly.

So just because you see him bickering with Wang Tianxin doesn't necessarily mean you actually dislike him.

"Young man, which village are you from?"

"We are from Wangjia Village, uncle."

"Wangjia Village, so you all have the surname Wang?"

"Yes, uncle, we are brothers. This cultured man is not from our town."

"Judging from your appearance, you've come up the mountain to hunt, but why are you hunting so many honey dogs? You can't eat their meat; they're easy to get sick from."

"Oh, the meat can't be eaten, but the skin can still be sold," Wang Tianxiao said with a smile.

"Honey Dog's fur isn't any better than Snow Sweeper's or Ground Dog's. This guy's fur has a foul smell and is very difficult to clean thoroughly."

The ground dog is also called the tigress, which is a small creature belonging to the weasel family and the genus Myrtle. Its personality is similar to that of the honey dog.

Snow sweeper is another name for stone marten.

"It's better than nothing. Honey dogs are easy to shoot, but snow shovels and ground dogs don't usually come out during the day, and they're hard to shoot at night. We use slingshots to shoot them; if we used a gun, we would definitely tear the leather."

Liu Yuan glanced at the slingshot hanging on Wang Tianxiao's waist, shook his head, and looked disdainful.

Wang Tianxiao noticed his expression and asked with a smile, "Uncle, is there something wrong with our slingshot?"

"It's not just a problem, it's a huge problem."

Liu Yuan pointed at the slingshot frame and said, "With this frame made of twisted wire, how much elasticity can it have? And that leather, not only is it in the wrong position, but it's also uncured leather. How much can it pull apart? This is at best a toy for children. It can't be called a real slingshot."

"Look at how much you're bragging, old man. We can't do anything without you," Wang Tianxin said, immediately displeased when the old man looked down on his slingshot. "If our slingshots weren't good enough, how could we have shot down so many honey dogs?"

"What's so special about shooting a beetle?" Liu Yuan said dismissively. "A really good slingshot is not much worse than a bullet. Let alone shooting a beetle, as long as you're brave enough, you can even shoot a bear in the eye."

Wang Tianxiao noticed that Liu Yuan's eyes lit up when he talked about the bear, a longing for the glorious memories he had shared.

Wang Tianxiao was very familiar with this look.

It seems that this old man Liu Yuan has quite a story to tell.