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Back to the Eighties: Mountain Foraging is Also a Way of Life

Back to the Eighties: Mountain Foraging is Also a Way of Life

Chapter 829: Bountiful Harvest

This chapter is machine-translated by AI, with ongoing community review. Quality may vary between chapters.

Looking at the wild boar carcasses scattered around the mud wallow, Wang An was in a genuinely good mood.

This time, because there were too many wild boars, Wang An and Wang Li didn't bother trying to leave any alive—which was how they usually did it, by wounding the boars before bringing them back.

Instead, every shot was aimed to kill; it was basically one shot per pig.

It had to be said that when it comes to hunting, good marksmanship is absolutely crucial.

Just then, Wang Li pointed to the piglets in the dogs' mouths and asked

"Fourth Brother, should we bleed the boars first, or tie up these little striped sticks first?"

Wang An looked at the circle of dead boars, then at the piglets in each dog's mouth. After a moment's thought, he said

"Bleed them first. Once they're bled, we'll tie up these little striped sticks."

The reason Wang An wanted to do this was that wild boar meat is naturally lean and dry; if the blood isn't drained quickly, the meat becomes both dry and gamey, with a stifling, unpleasant smell.

Moreover, in this season, if the blood isn't let out promptly, the meat won't last long before turning rancid.

Hearing this, Wang Li said with some concern

"Won't the little striped sticks in the dogs' mouths run away?"

Wang An glanced at the dogs again, specifically the piglets in their mouths, and said as he pulled out his skinning knife

"Look at the state those little striped sticks are in. Even if you let them run, do you think they actually can?"

It had to be said that these dogs were truly brutal.

By now, the piglets in their mouths were covered in blood, and even their squeals sounded weak and breathless.

Wang Li said

"I mean the ones in the mouths of those four spotted dogs. Look, they're still struggling quite vigorously."

Because those four spotted dogs only weighed about sixty or seventy catties, they did indeed look like they were struggling a bit.

Especially the piglet caught by Hua Er, which had to be at least thirty catties; it gave the impression that the piglet could struggle free at any moment.

Wang An drew the skinning knife from his lower back, glanced sideways at the four spotted dogs, and said as he walked toward the boar carcasses

"It's a good chance for those four to practice. Their foundation is too poor; if they don't practice being ruthless, they won't amount to much in the future."

Actually, Wang An was quite satisfied with the performance of these four spotted dogs lately, given that their previous performance had been truly abysmal.

Now that they had made such a big turnaround, Wang An didn't have high demands for them. As for practicing their ruthlessness, it was just something he could do on the side.

Hearing this, Wang Li casually agreed

"Mm, that's true."

As he spoke, Wang Li followed Wang An toward the boar carcasses.

All these boars had been hit in the head, but just to be safe, Wang An pulled out his Type 54 pistol and instructed Wang Li

"Fifth Brother, take out your box-gun too. Let's not capsize in a shallow ditch."

He did this because mountain animals have tenacious vitality. If a boar that hadn't died completely gave them a bite while they were stabbing it with the knife, that would be fucking ridiculous.

Wang Li gave a casual agreement and pulled out the box-gun tucked in his lower back.

And so, with pistols in their left hands and skinning knives in their right, the two began bleeding the boar carcasses one by one.

Sure enough, just as Wang An had finished bleeding a few boars and was about to stab another, Wang Li's box-gun went off.

To be honest, the gunshot really gave Wang An a fright. The key was that Wang An's attention was entirely focused on the boar, and he had no mental preparation at all.

After the shot, he heard Wang Li shouting and cursing

"Damn it, lucky I was prepared! Trying to sneak up on me, fuck."

Hearing Wang Li's spirited voice, Wang An knew he hadn't been bitten; otherwise, he wouldn't be sounding like that.

Even so, Wang An turned around and asked

"How is it? Didn't get hit, right?"

Wang Li laughed, still feeling the lingering fear

"I'm fine, Fourth Brother. I used the gun to pin its forehead down while I stabbed it. The moment it opened its mouth, I gave it a shot."

It was clear that Wang Li had also been scared half to death.

Wang An looked at the boar and found that the previous bullet hadn't been very accurate, hitting the back of the head, which is why the boar hadn't died cleanly.

Thus, Wang An reminded him again

"Mm, if it feels off, just shoot. Whatever you do, don't let the pig bite you."

Wang Li agreed, and the two continued their work.

After ten-odd minutes, all the dead boars had been bled.

After counting, the two had killed a total of 39 wild boars this time.

Among them were 7 large sows, the largest weighing two hundred seventy or eighty catties, and the smallest around two hundred twenty or thirty catties.

There were 8 two-year-old boars—those not yet fully mature—the largest weighing one hundred seventy or eighty catties, and the smallest around one hundred forty or fifty catties.

The remaining 24 boars were all piglets.

This harvest could be described as exceptionally bountiful!

After bleeding the carcasses, the two didn't dare linger. They each untied ropes from their waists and walked toward the dogs.

After ten-odd minutes of tossing around, several of the piglets in the dogs' mouths had been bitten to death. This included the piglets in the mouths of Hua Er and Hua Si.

It was clear that these two piglets had completely pissed off those two spotted dogs; otherwise, given the bite force of those dogs, the piglets wouldn't have been bitten to death.

As for the other piglets, their condition wasn't great either, giving the feeling that they could die at any moment.

It had to be said that while a dog's bite force isn't as strong as the predators in the mountains, killing a piglet or other small animals really isn't much effort.

Tying up these half-dead piglets was a very easy task. After another ten-odd minutes, Wang An and Wang Li had finished tying up the 7 surviving piglets.

Wang Li frowned as he looked at the piglets and said

"Fourth Brother, tying up these little striped sticks seems useless. I feel like they're unlikely to survive."

Hearing this, Wang An said with a look of indifference

"Whether they fucking live or not, they'll last as long as they last. Anyway, killing them all now wouldn't be of much use."

Wang Li didn't respond to that. Instead, looking at the dead boars covering the ground, he suddenly said with a face full of worry

"Fourth Brother, with this many dead pigs, how long is it going to take us just to skin them? If we have to butcher the meat too, I reckon even if we work until tomorrow, we probably still won't finish."

Thank you "Big-sized Empire Emperor" for the reward, thank you, thank you very much!

(End of Chapter)

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