It was four or five kilometers from Winter Camp. Hauling two wild boars back by hand was not impossible, but it would be difficult.
Li Long simply gutted the wild boars right there.
Harimu did not come forward to help. He told Li Long:
"You get started here. I'll go back and bring the horse, then help you drag the two wild boars back."
"Sure."
Working somewhat clumsily with his knife, Li Long had already cut the carotid arteries of both boars and kept stepping on them to drain the blood. The meat would not taste good unless the blood was drained.
Once the blood was drained, Li Long began gutting them, clearing the stomachs and intestines out of their bellies.
Those were actually good things to keep, but he had no time to deal with them now. He might not even be able to take all the meat back.
Still, he had to keep the wild boar stomachs. They were worth three yuan apiece, after all.
Besides, they had medicinal uses and helped with stomach ailments. Whether he kept them or sold them, he could not go wrong.
Next came the skinning. Li Long hesitated with the knife at first, unsure where to cut, but once he actually started, he could no longer worry about all that.
Where else could he get such an easy chance to practice skinning?
He had no intention of setting his sights on Harimu's sheep. Since he had last helped Harimu and Jade Mountain River butcher several dozen sheep, both families now had enough fodder, and everyone in both households was in much better spirits.
With money in their pockets and no shortage of supplies, those sheep were not merely food anymore. They were wealth, a livelihood, and something to live for.
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