Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

After savoring it carefully again, Wang Dazhu rolled his eyes at Wang An and said:

"How old am I? How can I compare to you young people? What good is drinking so little bit of stuff?"

Wang An moved his lips, and said helplessly:

"As long as you're alright."

With Wang An and Wang Dazhu taking the lead, Mu Xueli, Wang Li, and Huang Zhong no longer hesitated and each drank the remaining spoonful of sheep's blood, half a spoonful each.

After drinking the sheep's blood, none of them felt anything at the time, so they didn't take it seriously and continued doing what they were doing.

What these people didn't know was that the actual effects of this thing called "sheep's blood" were comparable to those of wild ginseng with five or six leaves.

Although each person only drank a small half-spoon, in the following days, these people deeply experienced what it means to "rumors may not be false," "don't eat good things indiscriminately," and "don't try things you don't understand," and so on.

Of course, this is something!
After processing the second hanging sheep, Wang An pointed to the 22 bottles of hanging sheep blood and said to Wang Li, Mu Xueli, and Huang Zhong:
"Xiao Zhong, take one bottle of this sheep's blood. Lao Wu and Xue Li, you two take three bottles each. I have other plans for the rest, so I won't distribute them."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhong scratched his head and immediately refused:

"Brother, I don't need to carry it, right? I didn't do anything, I just wandered around the mountains with you guys."

Huang Zhong had already fully understood the preciousness and rarity of the hanging sheep's blood from the discussions of Wang An and the other two, so at this moment, Huang Zhong knew just how valuable the hanging sheep's blood was.

Wang An glared at Huang Zhong and gave the order in an annoyed tone:

"Just take one bottle when I tell you to. There's no such thing as going into the mountains and not getting any benefits."

After Wang An finished speaking, Mu Xueli, who was taking bottles out with Wang Li, said to Huang Zhong with a grin:
"We didn't do anything to catch this 'sheep on the run,' so you see, we can take it without feeling guilty. Let me tell you, with my brother-in-law, all you have to do is obey, hahahaha."

As they were talking, Wang Li and Mu Xueli each took three bottles of suspended sheep blood from the pile of bottles.

Huang Zhong smiled a little embarrassedly after hearing this and took out a bottle as well.

In an instant, only 15 bottles of the original bottle of sheep's blood remained.

Wang An looked at the 15 bottles of suspended sheep's blood, clicked his tongue hard, and thought to himself that although 15 bottles of suspended sheep's blood seemed like a lot, after it was divided up, his family wouldn't have much left.

Even so, Wang An still took out two more bottles and handed them to Mu Xueli, saying:

"Xue Li, these two bottles are a gift from your sister and me to your father. After drinking five bottles of sheep blood, your father's health should be almost fully recovered."

As he spoke, Wang An gestured with his eyes to the 13 bottles of suspended sheep's blood on the ground and added:

“I still have a great use for the remaining blood of the sheep. After that, we’ll go to Qing Shi Gang again in a few days and try our luck. I think that since we’ve been so far away from the sheep and haven’t fired a single shot, those sheep will definitely come back if they can’t find grass to eat.”

It is said that the sense of smell of the ram is even more acute than that of the sika deer. So when hunting rams, as long as there is a smell of gunpowder, if any hunters approach again, the rams will immediately run away upon smelling the gunpowder from the hunting rifle.

The key is that the area where a large amount of sheep blood drips will become a no-go zone for the sheep for a short period of time. The sheep will only come back to graze and forage in this area after the smell of blood has completely dissipated.

This is why it is so difficult to find traces of the hanging sheep.

Many older hunters say that before hunting rams, they must abstain from smoking, drinking, onions, garlic, and other strong-smelling foods for more than seven days.

Before setting off, one must brush their teeth, take a shower, and change into clean hats, clothes, shoes, and socks. Not only must the hunting rifle be thoroughly cleaned, but even the inside of the barrel must be carefully wiped clean with a cleaning rod and a cloth. In addition, anything with a strong odor, such as cigarettes, alcohol, onions, garlic, chives, etc., is absolutely prohibited from being brought into the mountains.

In short, the goal is to ensure that there is absolutely no odor from head to toe.

Only in this way can one get closer to the sheep, thereby increasing the chance of firing.

Of course, even with all these preparations, the chances of actually hitting the Suspended Sheep are still extremely low.

There was no way around it. Just like when Wang An and his three companions went to catch the suspended sheep, they clearly saw the sheep's shadow, but the sheep had already spotted them and was preparing to escape at any moment.

The most infuriating thing is that, even with Wang An's marksmanship, plus the Type 56 semi-automatic's super long range and super high accuracy, at such a distance, Wang An didn't even have the thought of pulling the trigger.

This shows just how difficult it must be to hit this thing!

However, using a golden eagle to catch a goat is completely different, because this is a predator's hunting behavior, which is a situation that the goat needs to deal with at any time, and has nothing to do with factors such as region or smell.

Mu Xueli and Wang Li nodded almost simultaneously after hearing Wang An's words, without asking Wang An what great use these sheep bloodstains had.

Wang Li and Mu Xueli both knew that the reason why Wang An and his two companions could do whatever they wanted in DJ County without fear, and why their journey to and from Yi Province was so fraught with danger, was because they had extremely powerful figures like Zhang Shuya and Wu Dong in DJ County, who served as their solid backing.

Otherwise, just the random checks and inspections they encountered on their way to and from Yi Province would have already gotten Wang An and his two companions arrested.

You think you can take your valuable stuff to the province of Yi? Dream on!
You think you can bring back nearly a million in cash? Dream on!

Not only will the car be impounded, but it's also uncertain whether the people will be able to come back alive.

These are all facts! Undeniably true!
Mu Xueli said:
"Yeah, I'm also bringing those hanging sheep back. I heard from Lao Xiaopao that as long as we don't fire any guns or make any noise or smell anything, even if we chase the dogs up to the top of the mountain, they won't be afraid."

After Mu Xueli finished speaking, Wang Li, while counting on his fingers, said in a disdainful tone:
"What are you saying? The ram is definitely not afraid of dogs. Let's talk about big claws, leopards, tiger cubs, wolves, red dogs, black bears, and bears. Aren't all of these things much more vicious than dogs? Even they can't do anything to the ram, so what's the use of dogs going up against it?"

Mu Xueli immediately said:
"You're not quite understanding human language. I was using a dog as an analogy. Do you even know what an analogy is?"

Wang Li immediately retorted:

"You think you know everything?"

Wang An ignored the two idiots bickering, instead picking up three bottles of sheep's blood and handing them to Wang Dazhu, saying with a smile:

"Dad, take some time to soak these three bottles of sheep's blood in the wine. Don't worry, Dad, the wine made from this sheep's blood will definitely keep you going and won't let you go hungry. Next time I catch sheep, I won't send them out like this."

Wang Dazhu naturally knew what Wang An wanted to do with the sheep's blood, and immediately said:

"Oh dear, we have all sorts of things to make liquor at home. You're going to stuff all these good things from the mountains into the liquor jars. Whether I drink it or not is up to me."

"Besides, the wine I made with the big claw bone and club, and the wine made with deer antler blood, are all really good. They're no worse than this 'hanging sheep blood'. I think the only problem with this 'hanging sheep blood' is that it has fewer supporters and the rumors about it are a bit exaggerated."

It must be admitted that Wang Dazhu is quite rational when looking at things, and he does not blindly trust.

Of course, Wang Dazhu said this to reassure his son.

After all, the thing called "suspended sheep's blood" has always been shrouded in mythical tales, described as incredibly powerful and miraculous, almost like a divine elixir. (End of Chapter)