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

The family's surname is Meng, and the male head of the household is named Meng Changshun, who used to be a hunter.

Once, during a battle, he was knocked down by a herd of wild boars that came charging at him. The boars then trampled his ribs and broke his arm, but fortunately, he didn't die.

Due to limited medical resources, his broken ribs were set fairly well and he recovered quite well, but his broken arm was set slightly off-center.

This resulted in him not daring to exert too much force on his right arm after it recovered, leaving him practically half-disabled.

Although this person can no longer hunt large-scale traps, he still hunts small-scale traps every year, which means setting snares or traps.

And just like Wang Li said about Feng Chengmin, he led his dogs to hunt small animals, such as foxes, rabbits, and pheasants.

To be fair, although Meng Changshun could only hunt small-scale hunting, the hunting dogs he kept were truly excellent.

The two female dogs gave birth to a total of 7 puppies, all of which were yellow dogs, the most common and numerous breed in the area.

And just one look at the two female dogs that gave birth to these seven puppies and the male dog, it's hard not to like these seven half-grown puppies.

Because that big yellow male dog looked just as good as the big black dog and the little black dog. It was strong, with broad shoulders and a large body. Its fur was shiny and glossy, with a wide mouth, long fangs, and four long, thick, and powerful legs.
In short, this is definitely a good hunting dog, at the very least a top-notch jack-of-all-trades.

In Wang An's opinion, it was a real waste of such a good dog to only be able to follow Meng Changshun in catching pheasants and rabbits.

So, Wang An asked Meng Changshun as if it were just casual conversation:

"Uncle Meng, is this big male dog the alpha among your dogs?"

Meng Changshun nodded with a broad smile, and said quite proudly:
"Yes, it's a dog. Although it's a dog with its head down, its incense sticks are really good, no less than those with their heads up."

Before Wang An could speak, Meng Changshun continued:
"These seven half-grown dogs are all its offspring. I think there's a good chance that two of them will turn out to be good leaders."

Wang An did not refute Meng Changshun, but instead asked tentatively with a smile:

"Uncle Meng, would you sell this big-headed dog? I'll offer you a high price."

Upon hearing this, Meng Changshun shook his head without hesitation and said firmly:
“No, I won’t sell it no matter how high the price. I’m counting on him to catch catfish and pheasants for me. Let me tell you, my General is a master at catching rabbits and pheasants. He catches them every time, without missing a single one.”

Wang An grinned, increasingly feeling that this so-called "great general" was truly a waste of his talents.

Unfortunately, the seller refused to sell, so Wang An had no choice but to turn his attention back to examining the seven half-grown dogs.

Soon, Feng Chengmin and Wang An looked at each other and nodded, clearly very satisfied with the seven half-grown dogs.

Seeing the two nod, Mu Xueli was instantly delighted.

The main problem is that although Sujiatun is a large village with many households that raise and beat dogs, the vast majority of the dogs in the village are only at the level of Wang Li's four yellow dogs.

It's not that great, it's just okay, at least it works.

Of course, this is not only the case with hunting dogs in Sujiatun, but with hunting dogs throughout Xing'an Township, and even throughout DJ County.

Because dogs and people are actually the same; the vast majority of people are quite mediocre, while those who are incredibly talented and can achieve amazing feats are always in the minority.

The same applies to dogs as people; finding a leader as outstanding as Big Black, Little Black, and Big Blue is truly no easy task. Mu Xueli's face lit up with joy, and without waiting for Wang An and Feng Chengmin to greet her, she asked Meng Changshun with a smile:

"Uncle Changshun, how much do you want for this dog? We're from the same village, and you watched me grow up. You can't overcharge me."

I must say, Mu Xueli is quite the smooth talker.

After Mu Xueli finished speaking, Meng Changshun said with a smile:

"You brat, your family's already so rich, and you're still trying to play tricks on us? Aren't you afraid the villagers will talk about you behind your back? Hahahaha!"

The term "讲咕" here can mean either cursing someone behind their back or being talked about behind their back.

Mu Xueli chuckled and said:

"No way, what does our family relationship have to do with them? Hehehe."

Meng Changshun said, feigning helplessness:

"Then you can give me whatever you think is fair, just make sure your uncle doesn't lose out too much, is that alright? Hahaha"

Immediately afterwards, Meng Changshun continued:

"Let me tell you, Xue Li, I can only sell you a maximum of 5 dogs. I need to keep 2 for myself. Well, you can choose first, I'll keep any 2."

It's clear that although Meng Changshun is half-crippled, his straightforward and generous nature as a Northeasterner hasn't changed at all.

When Wang An and the other two were chatting at Mu Xueli's house, Mu Xueli already knew that Wang Li had spent 70 yuan to buy those four dogs.

Therefore, after a moment's consideration, Mu Xueli said directly:

“Five dogs it is, Uncle Meng. Let’s keep our friendship separate from business. I’ll give you 20 yuan per dog, and I’ll give you 100 yuan in total. You’ll take a small loss; consider it helping out your nephew. What do you think?”

As she spoke, Mu Xueli took out a small stack of ten-yuan bills, counted out ten, and handed them over.

Upon hearing the price offered by Mu Xueli, Meng Changshun was taken aback at first, then waved his hand and said urgently:
"No, no, no. Absolutely not. Five half-grown puppies, where are they worth that much money? This is ridiculous. Uncle taking care of you? I think you should be the one taking care of Uncle."

So, if you want one dog, you give me 10 yuan; if you want all five, you give me 50 yuan and that's it. All this fuss is just nonsense.

Although Meng Changshun is now half-crippled, before he became crippled, he would sometimes bring some meat to Mu Xueli's house when he hunted large livestock.

It's important to understand that when Mu Xue left home, the phrase "abandoned all her possessions" wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

At that time, Meng Changshun's act of sending meat to Mu Xueli was no less than "sending charcoal in snowy weather".

Therefore, Mu Xueli still remembered this kindness. When she said not to charge a high price, it was just talk.

Of course, although Meng Changshun is now half-disabled and can only hunt small pens, his family still lives a decent life thanks to his small pens work and his son works at the forest farm.

Meng Changshun refused to take the money, so Mu Xueli quickly smiled and persuaded him:
"What time is it now, Uncle? Do you think it's still the first two years? Good hunting dogs don't cost 10 yuan anymore! Are you really not afraid of the villagers gossiping about me behind my back? 100 yuan it is. 5 dogs for 100 yuan is not much at all, Uncle, I'm not lying to you." (End of Chapter)