Chapter 8 Hunting Wild Goats
Chapter 8 Hunting Wild Goats
Wen Yuxia wasn't keen on traveling with Zhang the hunter, but Wen Yunhong said happily, "Uncle Zhang, with you here, I'm not afraid anymore."
It was Wen Yunhong's first time venturing deep into the mountains, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid. Zhang the hunter invited them to go with him, and he was more than happy to accept.
Wen Yuxia forced a smile and said politely, "Thank you for your help, Uncle Zhang."
"No trouble at all," Zhang the hunter said, then strode past the siblings and led the way.
It was the height of the season when vegetation was lush, and few people ventured into the deep mountains. Hunter Zhang led the two women through a maze of turns until they finally found a mountain path about half a foot wide.
The only way into the deep mountains is a mountain path that Zhang, the hunter, has traversed over many years of hunting.
After walking along the mountain path for a quarter of an hour, Wen Yuxia saw many wild vegetables growing well. "Why is no one digging up so many wild vegetables?"
This is just the only way into the deep mountains, and Wen Yuxia couldn't understand why the villagers didn't come here to dig for wild vegetables.
Zhang the hunter casually remarked, "Dawan Village is close to the town. During the off-season, the men can easily earn thirty or fifty coins by doing some manual labor in the town. The women have no interest in coming here to dig for wild vegetables."
The women who forage for wild vegetables usually do so on the mountain closest to the village. Aside from Wen Yuxia, who was the original owner of this body, they rarely ventured into the deeper mountains. Zhang, the hunter, had been hunting in the deep mountains for many years and had never seen anyone else from the village go there.
Of course, the two months after the autumn harvest when the village organizes everyone to go up the mountain to collect wild produce are an exception.
The further they went, the steeper the mountain became. Wen Yuxia held Wen Yunhong's hand tightly, carefully following behind Zhang the hunter.
In my memory, the original owner also entered the mountains via this path. There seemed to be a gentle slope not far ahead, where one could rest.
About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the gentle slope from the original owner's memories. Zhang the hunter stopped and turned around, saying, "Da Ya, let's rest here for a while."
After saying that, he took out an oil paper package from his pocket, opened it to reveal three pancakes made from two different types of dough, picked up one and handed it to Wen Yuxia, then rolled up the remaining two pancakes together and stuffed them into his mouth.
Wen Yuxia had prepared rice balls as food, but she didn't dare take them out now, lest Zhang the hunter blurt it out.
Where would she get white rice? Wen Dashan is easy to fool, but the housekeeper, Wen Linshi, is not. Oh well, she'll eat white rice openly after she earns some money from hunting.
"Thank you," Wen Yuxia said generously, taking the pancake and giving half to Wen Yunhong, gesturing for him to eat quickly.
Suddenly, Wen Yuxia drew a machete from behind her back and threw it at the bushes five or six meters away. Then, she used her lightness skill to rush towards the bushes.
A brightly colored pheasant was chopped in two by a machete. Wen Yuxia picked up the machete, wiped it on the grass, and then stuck it in her back.
He walked back carrying half a pheasant in each hand, shouting loudly, "We've got meat to eat! Uncle Zhang, Hong'er, let's have roast chicken!"
Seeing the pheasant so badly hacked, Zhang, the hunter, figured no one would want it even if he tried to sell it. So, he took the pheasant without a second thought and cleaned it, saying happily, "Hehe, thanks to you, I've got meat to eat as soon as I entered the mountains!"
While Zhang the hunter was roasting the pheasant, Wen Yuxia and her brother returned to the patch of grass where they had killed the pheasant. After searching the area, they found a chicken coop containing twenty wild eggs.
"Uncle Zhang, we found some wild eggs!" Wen Yunhong excitedly waved the eggs in his hand at Zhang the hunter.
After finishing the roasted chicken, Zhang the hunter led Wen Yuxia and her siblings further into the mountains, saying as they walked, "If we don't manage to catch any prey within half an hour, we'll have to turn back."
He could go up the mountain alone and stay there for a few days without a problem. If Wen Yuxia and her brother didn't return before dark, Wen Dashan would definitely come up the mountain to look for them.
Wen Yuxia understood that she hadn't told Wen Dashan she was going hunting deep in the mountains and that she had to be home before dark.
"Hehe, even if we didn't catch any prey, it's not a loss. We found some wild eggs," Wen Yuxia had already planned to dig up some wild vegetables on the way back, so the trip wouldn't have been a waste.
The rules for hunting and gathering wild game in the mountains are the same: everyone who finds something gets a share, and naturally, half of the wild eggs should be given to Hunter Zhang.
"Da Ya, your aim is good, but next time you hunt pheasants, be careful. If you cut them in half, no one will dare to buy them," Hunter Zhang suggested to Wen Yuxia to collect some small stones for later use, so she could throw them at the heads of pheasants and rabbits when she encountered them.
"Okay," Wen Yuxia said playfully, sticking out her tongue. She'd just chopped the pheasant in half; it must have been a bit bloody.
As the siblings walked, they stuffed the pebbles they liked into their pockets. Wen Yunhong sighed like a little adult, "Sigh, there aren't many animals in these deep mountains. We've walked for so long and only seen one pheasant."
Hunter Zhang laughed heartily, "Little Seven, hunters often visit these two mountains outside..."
To the left and right of Dawan Village are Xiaowang Village and Lijia Village. The hunters from these villages would come deep into the mountains to hunt, specifically the mountain they are currently on and the one in front of them.
Over the years, they've nearly exhausted the game on those two outer mountains. If you really want to hunt, you have to go further in. If he hadn't met Wen Yuxia and her brother this time, Zhang the hunter had planned to continue venturing further in.
"What's that sound?" Wen Yuxia stopped in her tracks.
Zhang the hunter heard it too. He quickly lay down and listened intently. Then he said to Wen Yuxia, "There's a pond not far ahead. Judging from the footsteps, it should be a flock of sheep or a herd of deer running in that direction."
"Great, Uncle Zhang, let's go take a look," Wen Yuxia said, omitting the large character for "Uncle Zhang" to save time.
“Alright, there are quite a few big trees around the pool. You two go up into the trees and try to hit the animals on the head and hind legs with stones,” Hunter Zhang told them in advance, worried that Wen Yuxia and her brother might risk their lives for the prey. He also assured them that the catch would be split equally between them.
Wen Yuxia smiled and nodded, then turned to Wen Yunhong seriously and said, "Stay in the tree and don't come down, understand?"
“Understood,” Wen Yunhong said seriously.
Wild goats were drinking water by the pool. There was a large herd, about forty or fifty of them. Wen Yuxia pointed to the big tree next to her and told Wen Yunhong to go up first.
Hunter Zhang, holding his bow and arrow, pointed at the flock of sheep and whispered, "I'll only shoot three arrows, then I'll go after the wounded goat. You wait here and don't wander off."
"Understood," Wen Yuxia was overjoyed. Zhang the hunter only shot three arrows, giving her time to rush into the flock and catch the goats.
Swish, swish, swish! Zhang the hunter fired three arrows at the sheep, one after the other. One arrow struck a sheep's rump, another lodged in its back, and the third slipped through a gap between two sheep and landed on the grass.
Wen Yuxia has excellent eyesight and could clearly see two injured goats running away quickly behind the frightened flock of goats.
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