Xu Haijun immediately took out twenty rounds of ammunition. Li Long accepted without fuss and led him outside to the kitchen, where he pointed at the pork that had already been cut into chunks and asked:
"Which part do you want?"
"The fat, of course," Xu Haijun said as though it went without saying.
The borrowed scales were still in the kitchen. Li Long weighed out a little over four kilograms of fatty pork for him, cut a length of thin wire, threaded it through the meat, and tied it into a handle before handing it over.
"I'm not heading back yet. Come on, let's go chat in your room."
The expression he used simply meant chatting, so Li Long naturally had no objection.
"Li Long, tell us about your hunting," another girl, Qin Hongyan, asked curiously.
Wu Shufen sat on the heated brick bed with her head lowered, looking at her shoes. She had not intended to come, but when Qin Hongyan invited her, she had actually agreed.
But once she arrived, things became awkward, so she, who had once been the liveliest of the group, had now become the quiet one.
Li Long simply acted as though he did not see her. At Qin Hongyan's question, he continued working on his boar-tusk "dagger" and said:
"It was actually very simple, not much different from the militia target practice we took part in. You hide near where the wild boars roam beforehand and wait for them to come out. There were over a dozen in that herd. Once they arrived and started rooting up grass roots to eat, we just aimed and fired."
"That simple?" Xu Haijun asked in surprise. "You didn't need dogs to chase them, like in the stories, or have to watch out for a surprise