"Vroom..."
The mini motorcycle tore down the road, leaning hard into every bend.
Cars coming the other way flashed past her in an instant. Whenever an opening appeared, she shot past cars in her lane just as quickly. Other riders out on the mountain road could only stare: the person riding so fiercely and skillfully was a petite young girl.
Meanwhile, at the foot of Green Mountain Ridge.
The liveliest time of the year had come around again.
People kept arriving and heading into the mountains, while others kept coming out—some returning to the city after having their fill of fun, others selling what they had caught. Some were happy, some disappointed.
Two figures stopped before a three-wheeled cart.
"How much is the Sword Pig meat per pound?"
"Depends what you're buying."
"What about this pork belly?"
"Sixty."
"The shoulder meat?"
"Same."
"The brain?"
"Eighty. This is the only one I've got."
"That's a bit steep..."
"That's cheap already, boss. It's wild, not farm-raised, and it only came down the mountain this morning." The vendor glanced at Chen Shu and Ning Qing. "If the hunters hadn't accidentally broken its leg, I wouldn't be selling it here. I'd take it to a breeding farm and sell it bit by bit. Once this season's over, the meat can go for over a hundred a pound."
"Live pigs only sell for twenty or thirty. I've been up the mountain too."
"That's for a live pig..."
The vendor softened his tone a little. "Meat and a live pig are two different things, boss. You know that. Besides, these past two years haven't been like the years before. Back then, one young fellow could hunt over a hundred pigs in half a month. He and his lot haven't come these past two years, so the