"Changyuan, your shooting skills are really accurate. All three shots hit the vital points."
As he peeled the skin, Lao Yuantou exclaimed, "If it weren't for you, we would have died here today."
Chen Changyuan smiled and said nothing.
"Uncle Yuan, what should we do with this tiger meat?" Chen Changyuan asked.
"This thing has a very fishy smell, most people can't get used to it."
Old Yuan frowned and said, "However, there's nothing delicious in this deep forest. How about we grill something and try it?"
After a busy process of skinning, deboning and cutting, a majestic Siberian tiger turned into a pile of meat and a complete tiger skin.
Chen Changyuan picked up some dry firewood, lit a fire, put several large pieces of tiger meat on branches, and started grilling.
The firelight illuminated Chen Changyuan's face. As he turned the barbecue, he said to Lao Yuantou:
"Uncle Yuan, I've discussed this with the village chief and we're planning to set up a hunting team."
The old man was picking at the tiger meat shreds between his teeth with a knife. He was startled when he heard this, then shook his head.
"A hunting party? It's both tiring and dangerous. What's the point?"
Chen Changyuan handed a piece of sizzling tiger meat to Lao Yuantou and explained:
"There are fewer and fewer wild animals in the mountains now. Going it alone is inefficient and prone to accidents. Forming a hunting team so that everyone can look out for each other can also increase the success rate of hunting. Besides, national policies now support it, and you can apply for a gun license, which is safer."
The old man took the tiger meat, took a big bite, and said vaguely:
"Policies are policies, and mountain rules are rules. In these deep mountains and old forests, who knows what we might run into? You young people can mess around if you want, but I'm old and weak, and I don't want to fight these beasts anymore."
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