On my way home, I ran into Fang Guangzong, who was eating sunflower seeds at the end of the alley.
"Oh my, where did you get such a fat little wild boar?"
Zhao didn't even glance at him, and Fang Qing and the other two ignored him as well.
"Did you go into the mountains? It seems you've had quite a haul."
"I'm talking to you, you rude little wench, ptooey!"
Fang Guangzong looked at the wild boar being dragged along a tree branch, snorted, and walked towards the Zhang family's house.
Let's see how long you can keep up your smugness.
Fang Qing returned home, and the distribution of the wild boar was split equally between them and Da Shan's family.
Da Shan shook his head upon hearing this.
"I can't accept it. If it weren't for you and Zhao Shi'an, I wouldn't have survived. I almost got you killed. How could I have the face to ask for anything?"
As he spoke, he pushed the basket towards Fang Qing.
"Here, take this too, but I don't want it."
“If you’re going to be this polite to us, I won’t consider you a friend anymore.”
Da Shan hugged Fang Qing, deeply moved.
"Bean Sprout, you're so wonderful! We'll be best friends for life, no, I'll treat you like my own little sister from now on!"
Upon hearing "younger sister," Zhao Shi'an frowned and pushed them away.
"Get up, I'm going to take a shower."
"Wait for Shi'an, let me boil some water for you to wash, so you don't get cold."
Zhao took Zhao Shi'an to the bathhouse, where Fang Qing and Da Shan divided the contents of the basket.
As for the wild boar cub, Fang Qing planned to take it to the home of a butcher in their village after dinner to have it cleaned.
Da Shan was left to eat lunch. After they had almost finished eating, Fang Daniu suddenly returned.
Fang Qing went out to see what was happening, and Fang Daniu's laughter came from before he even entered the courtyard.
"Bean Sprout, Shian, come out and see what I brought back!"
Fang Qing and Da Shan ran out and saw something blocking the gate of the courtyard—a black and strong wild boar.
Moreover, this wild boar had a broken tusk, and it looked strangely familiar.
Fang Qing: It can't be such a coincidence, can it?
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