"We came back fully loaded this time. Once we sell the goods, everyone will have no worries about food or clothing for the next few months."
"Exactly. Just look at Old Gao—he's grinning so hard he can't even close his mouth."
"Old Gao, what are you planning to do after we get back?"
The middle-aged man packing the goods heard this and said with a smile, "After we get back, I'm planning to marry another wife."
The men immediately burst into laughter and curses.
"You old rascal, you already have two wives and three children. If you marry another, can you handle it?"
"Exactly, Old Gao. Though no one cares how many wives you marry now, you still need to take care of yourself. Be careful, or your wives will drain you dry."
"Old Gao, if you really can't manage, give me one. I can help shoulder the burden."
Old Gao waved his hands. "Shoo, shoo! Unlike you guys, who are all silver spears with wax candle ends, I'm in great shape. Every time I go back, my wives can't even get out of bed the next day."
"Yeah, right! Last time we went back, I saw you leaning against the wall as you came out the next day. Who knows who couldn't get out of bed?"
The men roared with laughter.
At that moment, Old Gao tossed a sack of goods onto the truck and caught sight of a figure behind several giant fungi as tall as trees.
It was a man, wearing a worried expression as he peered toward the convoy.
Old Gao immediately grew alert.
The Forbidden Land was far from peaceful.
Danger came not only from giant beasts and parasites, but also from other fellow hunters. Clashes between groups and the looting of goods happened frequently