Back to 1992, slingshot hunting skill points!

"There are four in total, weighing 987 jin (498.5 catties). They've already been registered. Are you selling them yourselves or to the authorities?"

Lin Chuan offered the driver a cigarette: "Give it to the official, and please write me a receipt, sir."

"Sure, I'll calculate it as 1,000 jin for you. It's 1.9 yuan per jin, so it's 1,900 jin. Take a look."

"Master, how about we calculate it as 987 jin?"

Thirteen jin? Lin Chuan really didn't intend to take advantage of that.

The driver quickly wrote down a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Chuan. It contained the date, weight, unit price, and total amount, with the government's official seal in the lower right corner.

"It's alright, I'll just change the weight for you in a bit. It's not considered false reporting. You've actually bleed money out of your pocket. Some people come to weigh themselves and then bleed money out of their pockets, making their cars all dirty."

Although the driver was not Tong Hong, he had seen Liu Jianshe stand up for Lin Chuan yesterday and was very friendly.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Lin Chuan learned the driver's name: Lei Long, a surname that is relatively uncommon in their area.

Each driver is assigned to a specific route and has to pick up a lot of goods. Of course, whether there are any or not is another matter, but they have to wait at the designated time.

"Brother Lin, I'll be going now. Keep this form safe. It'll be a hassle to replace it if it gets damaged or lost, but it's okay, I'll be your witness and we can get a replacement."

"Okay, thanks, Brother Lei. I'll treat you to dinner sometime."

"It's my treat, it's my treat."

After the car drove away, Wang Long gave Lin Chuan a thumbs up: "Chuanzi, you're really amazing."

Lin Chuan: "?"

"It seems like you can get along with anyone. These people in their thirties and forties usually call us 'kids' or 'young men,' but they call you 'brother.'"

None of them were eighteen yet, and they did look rather young, but Lin Chuan spoke with maturity.

As they chat, the other person often forgets their age and then addresses them as "brother".

Lin Chuan brought in nearly two thousand in one night, and showed the bill to all of them.

Wang Liang: "Chuanzi, how about we hunt another wild boar and take it to the city to sell? The price difference is quite significant."

"No, let's sell it to the government. There should be plenty of meat in the city lately, so the price probably won't go up. If we sell it ourselves, we'll have to find someone to kill the meat, which is too much trouble."

There's one more thing Lin Chuan didn't mention: whether they can sell such large quantities is another matter entirely.

Previously, we asked Liu Jianshe and Li Jianguo to help sell them. At that time, the government had not yet organized hunting, so it was fine for them to take the lead in selling a little.

The government should be receiving some pigs every day now, so it wouldn't be good for them to sell them themselves.

Although it may not affect them, it's not worth doing this for a little money, and there's no need to ruin one's character like this.

Back in the mountains, they baked some flatbreads and ate them before lying down to sleep.

Young people are amazing creatures; they can stay up all night and sleep a lot. When they wake up again, it's past 1 p.m.

The group chatted idly in the hammocks until they couldn't hold their pee any longer, then got off and relieved themselves. They were hungry immediately afterward.

"Want some pancakes?"

"No, I asked you to buy some food, but you only bought biscuits."

"This stuff is delicious, easy to carry, and doesn't spoil easily. What else would you buy?"

Lin Chuan looked at them speechlessly. Although the cowpea cakes were alright, who would eat them every day?

Lin Chuan took out a slingshot from the bag and held it upside down:

"Come on, I'll take you to get something to eat."

"Let's go, let's go."

Upon seeing Lin Chuan with his slingshot, Lin Feng got excited and, unusually, urged him on.

He vividly remembered that his family's good days were brought about by this slingshot.

But his luck was clearly not good today; after more than an hour, Lin Chuan hadn't managed to hit a single target.

The main problem was that we didn't see anything; it seemed like all the animals had disappeared.

The group looked dejected, completely lacking the energy they had when they first came out.

"Brother, let's go back. The cowpea cakes are quite delicious too."

Lin Chuan was somewhat unwilling. He had been searching for so long and hadn't even managed to catch a single bird, which he found hard to accept.

But fate wasn't on his side, and there was nothing he could do. After thinking for a moment, Lin Chuan pointed to the side:

"There's a pond over there, let's go see if we can catch some fish to eat."

"There's fish! Hey, grilled fish sounds good too. Let's go, let's go!"

The group regained their energy and shouted as they walked in the direction Lin Chuan pointed. After a short while, they saw a wild pond of about ten square meters.

"Hey, there really is one, Chuanzi, how did you know there's a wild pond here?"

"I saw it while I was wandering around the neighborhood yesterday."

Actually, Lin Chuan noticed it yesterday; the water also has a smell.

"This water is so clean, there must be no fish here."

"Whatever, if there are no fish, I'll just treat it as a bath."

The men stripped naked and went into the water without any embarrassment; they were all grown men, and everyone had that feature.

"Damn it, Chuanzi, there really aren't any fish here."

They say that having no fish is like taking a bath, but when there really are no fish, it's still a bit disappointing.

Just then, Lin Chuan stepped on something. He picked it up, looked at it, and laughed:

"Hey guys, I've got this."

"Hey, I thought it was something else, it's just a clam shell. How can you eat something with so little meat?"

"You can pick them up, I can cook something delicious for you."

Lin Chuan and his friends don't eat river clams, or rather, pond clams. They usually pick them up and let them die in the sun because these clams compete with fish for nutrients, making the fish thin.

The group was skeptical, but since Lin Chuan had spoken, they did as he said.

Lin Chuan went ashore and wove a cage out of vines. In no time, he had collected about ten pounds of fish.

"That's enough, let's go back."

"Chuanzi, this thing is really edible."

"able."

Lin Chuan just broke one open and looked inside. The water quality in this wild pond is very good, and the clam meat is quite clean.

On the way back, they unexpectedly found pheasants. Lin Chuan's slingshot finally came in handy. Pheasant +2.

"Liangzi, go get the knife. We'll wait for you by the ditch."

There's a small stream nearby; there are no fish, but there are some small puddles that hold water, which are fine for washing things.

After Lin Chuan pried open the clam shell, he showed them how to process the meat inside.

Looking at this soft, mushy thing, Wang Liang hesitated:

"Chuanzi, is this edible? Isn't this just a pillar that you can eat?"

"If it's edible, then go ahead and prepare it. I'll eat first, okay?"

Seeing that although they hesitated, they still cleaned the chickens quite well, Lin Chuan felt relieved and began to pluck the chicken feathers.

Lin Chuan had a small iron basin to boil water for drinking, but it was too small, and he had to use it several times to boil water to scald chicken feathers.

He simply didn't use boiling water; he just plucked the hairs by hand. After plucking the big hairs, he burned the small ones. In the end, apart from some blackening, he managed to clean it up.

"Finally cleaned up, Chuanzi. Let me tell you, if this doesn't taste good, I'm going to climb into your bed tonight."

"Get lost. Eat it or don't, go pick some purslane."

It's no wonder they always question Lin Chuan; the meat inside river clams is soft, and the locals think it's all intestines, so they don't eat it at all.

They picked it up when they were little, and the adults said they could only eat the pillars inside.

It was so big, only the tip of a thumb could be eaten, and they never picked it up again after that.

Lin Chuan only learned how to eat this thing after videos became more widespread.

This round was a clash between childhood common sense and trust in Lin Chuan, with Lin Chuan winning by a small margin.

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(Thank you to my godfather, Old Bookworm mg, for the monthly ticket, and to all the other babies who voted for the recommendation. Love you all, love you all, thank you so much.)

Godfathers, I managed to write a chapter while slacking off at work, feeling great. I'll update two more chapters during the day, perfect.

The story about river clams is true. My cousin and I went fishing once, and we didn't catch any fish, but we brought back a bucket full of these things.

When I got back, that's what my dad told me: only the pillars inside are edible.

My cousin and I carried the several dozen kilograms of food for several tens of minutes along the mountain path. Reluctant to give up, we started to open it.

I opened a small plate, got tired of opening, and threw away most of the bucket. The stir-fried meat didn't taste good either (I don't know how to cook it, and the meat turned out very tough).

In the end, the meat was thrown away, so all my efforts were in vain. It wasn't until I watched a video that I learned how to eat it.

Including the cold dishes and barbecue mentioned earlier, we didn't have those where we lived. Shops selling those items only started appearing in town a few years ago.