Zhang Guoqing said nothing, keeping a close eye on the three generations of the Wang Family. Without a reasonable plan, he would leave. Even if there was Immortal Grass or Immortal dicine inside, he would walk away without hesitation.
It seed Mr. Wang had long prepared, having his eldest grandson take out a bucket of red paint from the bamboo basket, brushing it along the way. His eldest son cleared the path, while he led Zhang Guoqing slowly behind.
Zhang Guoqing touched his nose, wanting to ntion the paint sll probably scared even the animals away, let alone the appearance of any wild goats. After so thought, he ultimately remained silent, focusing on morizing the signs and staying alert to the surroundings.
For a long ti, no one passed by. Stepping on the fallen leaves felt like walking on a long-haired carpet, soft and unsettling.
Following the edge all the way, they reached a mountain hollow. They indeed found a patch of ginseng field, with woodpecker birds flying overhead.
The eldest grandson of Mr. Wang happily asked the old man if this was the ginseng field they were looking for, chattering about striking it rich, very rich.
Eventually, after being knocked a few tis by his father, he quieted down.
Zhang Guoqing ignored the father and son duo, waiting for the old man’s arrangents. Now, he just wanted to know where the so-called wild goats would appear next.
Being wise with age, Mr. Wang said nothing, only instructing them to dig for ginseng first and then find a place to spend the night. He jokingly added, whoever digs slowly will regret it; he would leave imdiately upon encountering the goat.
Zhang Guoqing glanced at him. Did they really think he’d lose against three of them? Since the old man still had the humor to joke, the place couldn’t be too far away.
The ginseng field was in a shaded area, surrounded by wild vegetables and weeds, thick and easy to miss. Fortunately, Mr. Wang’s eldest grandson was still sensible, no matter how excited, he knew to check for snakes and other dangerous creatures first.
After killing three snakes, the four of them brought out bamboo knives and got to work. No one spoke, the silence around was such that Zhang Guoqing could hear a group of wild boars eating not far away, the rustling of snakes crawling through the grass, the movent of squirrels from the trees, and the buzzing of bees not far away.
Zhang Guoqing dug up a small pile of "radishes," while they were still digging seriously, he started to get impatient. Such items were rare in small numbers but unimpressive in large. Especially seeing Wang’s eldest grandson not sparing even a decade-old ginseng, really made him want to clobber this guy.
Tying them up in leaves and placing them into the bamboo basket, Zhang Guoqing stood still, staring in the direction of the buzzing bees. Compared to ginseng, his family needed wild honey the most.
Mr. Wang noticed him and angrily scolded him for being a prodigal son, urging him to hurry. In a while, the ginseng collectors would surely co, not leaving a single hair behind. Better to benefit his own people than others.
The old man started talking about how Grandpa Zhang was ecstatic when he found small ginseng in his youth, criticizing Zhang Guoqing for not learning his grandpa’s frugality in managing the household.
Okay, the old man’s "tight ring" was scarier than anything. Quickly, Zhang Guoqing squatted down to work again. This ti, he didn’t hold back, quickly approaching them—Let’s see who’s faster, them or him.
After guarding the mountain for two days and nights, they encountered no hair of the legendary wild goats, but instead shot two actual wild goats. Upon inspection, the blood wasn’t purple; everything seed normal. The most terrifying part was that they nearly encountered disaster in the tiger’s mouth; the two-ter tiger, even sedated, could still fiercely fight back, almost swatting Wang’s eldest grandson to death. If it hadn’t been for the dagger Zhou Xiaozheng gave his son-in-law, the old man might have buried a young one.
When the old man claid the tiger as his, Zhang Guoqing wasn’t polite either. Tigers are so rare! This could be passed on to future generations, just like the old man.
He also wasn’t distressed about losing nearly half of the tiger bone to the old man. Without the old man’s father and son duo, he wouldn’t have mastered this skinning technique. And his wife, had she returned to the village or not? If he returned so swaggering, it would surely be confiscated.
The four of them carried the hunted ga out of the forest, back to the small cabin, their shelter.
Leaving Mr. Wang and his two grandsons in the pond slaughtering the remaining ga, Zhang Guoqing worriedly looked at the newly torn clothes on his body. Would Zhou Jiao weep again?
This made Mr. Wang burst into laughter. Being afraid of his wife to this extent, Zhang Xiaowu is the first!
Zhang Guoqing ignored this old man. How could the elder understand that he simply loved his wife? Without hesitation, he removed his outerwear and quickly ran back ho.
Zhou Jiao was at ho as promised, allowing Zhang Guoqing to breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t waste any words, handing Ping’an over to Mother Zhang, carrying his wife swiftly up the mountain.
In the cabin, even after Mr. Wang and his grandsons had left, Zhou Jiao hadn’t co to her senses. The always calm and composed Zhou Jiao was frightened, staring blankly at the tiger head.
Zhang Guoqing started half-heartedly recounting how he fought the tiger and saved Wang Dasha. In short, he originally just wanted to have fun with them, not expecting an unexpected incident.
Zhou Jiao glared at him fiercely, pinching the soft flesh on his waist, accusing him of lying, of wanting to have fun. Who are you fooling! Without going into the deep mountains, would a tiger co out?
Zhang Guoqing winced and reminded her to pack things first, or else it wouldn’t be good if soone showed up later. Sure enough, his wife first focused on the task. He secretly wondered what kind of punishnt awaited tonight.
Zhang Guoqing absentmindedly stole glances at her, seeing her constant stern expression. Finally, he rembered digging out a honeycomb, picked her up, and ran outside, grinning foolishly as he presented his gift.
Zhou Jiao wasn’t impressed at all. Ginseng is as plentiful as radishes, so what if it’s just honey? If she didn’t teach him a lesson this ti, who knows where he would sneak off to next?
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