When Yang Mingzhi reached Jiang Family Village, the sky had already gone completely dark.
He came to the door of his brother-in-law Jiang He's home and knocked. The one who opened the door was not Jiang He, but Jiang He's father, Jiang Cheng.
"Mingzhi! What brought you here?"
Jiang Cheng was nearly fifty, his temples already streaked with white.
"Uncle Jiang, my father killed two huge wild boars in the mountains. He wants to ask Uncle Jiang to find some people to help bring them down the mountain," Yang Mingzhi said.
"Huge wild boars!" Jiang Cheng was even more astonished. Although Jiang Family Village had many hunters, they did not often bring down large prey.
Prey like wild boars only turned up a few times a year.
"Yes, two huge wild boars, and two piglets as well!" Yang Mingzhi said.
At that moment, several more people came out of the Jiang home. "Dad, who is it?"
"It's Mingzhi! Mingzhi, come inside first!" Jiang Cheng said.
The Jiang Family was much like the Yang Family—a large household living together, with no division of the family.
Jiang Cheng had four sons. Jiang He was the youngest, eighteen this year, a year older than Yang Mingzhi.
After entering the Jiang home, Yang Mingzhi briefly explained how Yang Zhengshan had hunted the wild boars. When the Jiang Family heard it, they were all astonished beyond measure.
Speaking of which, the Jiang Family had a somewhat better life than the Yang Family. Not only did they have farmland, but they could also enter the mountains to hunt. Even if they only caught small game, they could still have meat now and then.
If they caught small animals such as foxes or martens, they could even make a windfall.
Fox and marten pelts were both quite