Never mind now, even in later generations, a sidecar rig would absolutely be the coolest of "god-tier" vehicles.
Thus, when Feng Chengmin praised the sidecar, Wang An didn't simply agree, but instead asked with a smile
"Old Great-Uncle, do you want to take a lap? If you don't know how, I can teach you."
Hearing this, Feng Chengmin's eyes lit up. He touched the handlebars and asked
"Is this thing easy to learn? What's the difference between this and those two-wheeled motorcycles?"
Wang An was momentarily stunned. It seemed Feng Chengmin already knew how to ride a normal two-wheeled motorcycle.
Subconsciously, Wang An replied
"It's the same. This thing is actually just a two-wheeled motorcycle with an extra side wheel added on."
Feng Chengmin swung his leg over the sidecar and said with a face full of smiles
"Then there's no need for you to teach me; I know how to ride."
Feng Chengmin kick-started the sidecar, squeezed the clutch to feel out the gear, and gently twisted the throttle. The sidecar began to move forward slowly.
Wang An said in great surprise
"Wow, Old Great-Uncle, you're pretty impressive! You actually figured this thing out?"
In this era, whether it was a sidecar or a motorcycle, they were considered very rare items, and extremely uncommon in the countryside. Therefore, the fact that Feng Chengmin could ride the sidecar away was indeed quite impressive.
Feng Chengmin didn't speak, only letting out a loud laugh, but Old Aunt Wang Yulian said with a beaming smile
"His uncle's cousin works up in the township, and he has a motorcycle. After spending some time together, your Old Great-Uncle learned how to ride."
Hearing this, Wang An was quite shocked. Mainly, he had never expected that Old Great-Uncle Feng Chengmin's relatives were actually quite influential.
Previously, when Wang An bought the rice transplanter, it was one of Feng Chengmin's cousins who helped; now there was another one working in the township government.
It had to be said that the Feng family of Linjia Village was truly formidable in Xing'an Township.
Wang An joked
"My Old Great-Uncle's side of the family is pretty 'fierce,' huh? Quite a few officials among them. They're stronger than our Wang family, hehehehe..."
The "side of the family" he referred to here was the Feng clan that Feng Chengmin belonged to.
Wang Yulian nodded and said
"Mm-hmm, there seem to be some over at the forestry farm too, but they're a bit distant from your Old Great-Uncle's branch. Besides, they haven't kept in touch over the years."
The "branch" mentioned here referred to a lineage—meaning they shared the same ancestor but not the same great-grandfather.
Wang An nodded in agreement
"Mm-hmm, if they're beyond the fifth degree of kinship, there's no point in keeping in touch anyway."
Locals believed that once you were beyond the fifth degree of kinship, the blood relation became extremely thin, basically no different from a stranger.
Feng Chengmin cruised around the yard a couple of times on the sidecar. After getting off, he patted the seat and said with great emotion
"This thing is truly great. When the county starts selling these, I'll definitely get one no matter what."
Wang An smiled without responding and brought up the purpose of his visit to Feng Chengmin's house.
As soon as Feng Chengmin heard about the herd of sika deer, his eyes lit up as well. However, the moment he heard Wang An wanted to catch them alive, he immediately frowned and said with a pained expression
"Trying to catch those deer alive is incredibly difficult. Catching three or five is one thing, but talking about thirty-some? You really just think of things on a whim!"
After a pause, having pondered for a moment, Feng Chengmin shook his head and muttered
"Can't be done. Those things are too cunning. Before a person even gets close, they've already bolted and vanished. Even dogs can't catch up. It's simply impossible."
Turning around, Feng Chengmin looked at Wang An and said in bewilderment
"I say, you carry that big head of yours around every day, but why do you only think of pipe dreams? Who do you know in the mountains who can catch deer and bring them back in a whole herd?"
Wang An ignored Feng Chengmin's mockery and said with a beaming face
"If they were easy to catch, I wouldn't have come all this way to find you. I just figured since you're so 'fierce' at hunting and have so much experience, you'd know a bit more."
Hearing this, Feng Chengmin rolled his eyes at Wang An and said irritably
"I didn't say I couldn't. I have tricks for three or five, but I can't handle thirty-some."
Wang An's eyes darted, and he asked with great interest
"Then for three or five, Old Great-Uncle, what good tricks do you have?"
In Wang An's view, as long as one could be caught, two could be caught. Now that Feng Chengmin said he could catch three or five, Wang An believed he could catch thirty or fifty, or even three hundred or five hundred.
As the old saying goes, "Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it," and Wang An was precisely that most determined person.
Seeing that Wang An wouldn't give up, Feng Chengmin rolled his eyes again and said
"If it's just three or five, we can set more snares. While snares aren't particularly effective for sika deer, they work to some extent. If a blind cat happens to hit a dead mouse, wouldn't the deer be caught?"
The moment Wang An heard the words "set snares," he basically lost all hope.
Mainly because finding the right place to set a snare was difficult, and moreover, only one snare could be set per small tree, and there was no guarantee it would work. If that were the case, with over thirty deer, if luck was on their side, they might indeed catch three or five.
But if you could only catch three or five out of thirty-some deer, that was just nonsense.
Seeing Wang An's disappointed look, Feng Chengmin suddenly said
"Unless... damn, that method won't work, it's too much effort."
Wang An's spirit jolted, and he hurriedly asked
"Old Great-Uncle, unless what? Just say it! I'm not afraid of effort; I'm only afraid of not catching them."
Feng Chengmin blinked, pondered for a long time, and then, after glancing at Wang Yulian, said with flickering eyes
"Last year in the mountains, I saw someone's wooden board snare. That snare of his was truly impressive, specifically designed for catching mountain livestock like yellow goats, roe deer, and sika deer."
Wang An said with a face full of surprise
"Why didn't you say so sooner if such a great thing exists? So, Old Great-Uncle, how is this wooden board snare made?"
Feng Chengmin said in a muffled voice
"I'll go find it for you. Once you see it, you'll know what's what."
As he spoke, Feng Chengmin turned and went to the storehouse, but he returned quickly.
Handing the so-called "wooden board snare" to Wang An, Feng Chengmin said
"Take a look first, then take it back to study before you go home."
Looking at the wooden board snare in his hand, Wang An suddenly felt that the person who invented this was a genius.
However, Wang An also realized why Feng Chengmin's eyes had been flickering when he mentioned the wooden board snare.
Thus, Wang An said with a beaming smile
"Old Great-Uncle, did you 'appropriate' someone else's caught prey and bring the trap home too?"
Indeed, based on the dark bloodstains on the wooden board snare, it was clear that this snare had caught prey before.