Back to 1992, slingshot hunting skill points!

"Alright, look at you, so pathetic. You can eat when you get back."

After finishing his meal, my uncle was still engrossed in eating braised pig's head when the old man kicked him.

"Dad, you won't let me eat, but you're enjoying yours."

"Nonsense, we've already done it, we can't waste it, right? Grandma, where's my wine? This stuff goes really well with wine."

"All you do is drink. Your grandson wants to go up the mountain, and you don't even offer to help. You have the nerve to stay home and drink."

The old man looked aggrieved: "I wanted to go, but he wouldn't let me!"

That's true. We brought it up last night, but Lin Chuan wouldn't allow it. He's planning a blitzkrieg this time, trying to take down two nests in one night.

The old man is getting on in years; if he falls while running in the mountains, it would be a serious matter.

If he could, he would actually only want to bring Lin Feng along, since he would do all the work himself and Lin Feng would just need to help out.

But if I don't bring my uncle along, they probably won't want the money when it comes to splitting the profits, so I have no choice but to bring him along.

"Xiao Chuan, where are we going?"

"Please wait a moment."

Lin Chuan looked up at the sky, which actually activated the Pig King's sense of smell.

Instantly, various smells filled Lin Chuan's nose. He locked onto the scent of wild boar and frantically searched for it.

"Uncle, over here."

"Isn't this the direction to the cornfield? They've already killed a whole bunch of them, how could there be any wild boars left?"

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Let's try our luck."

Normally, wild boars have their own territory. We just killed a litter of wild boars last night, so there shouldn't be any more wild boars coming so soon.

But there are exceptions. Lin Chuan was too lazy to investigate such matters. He just knew where to hunt wild boars.

Besides the brood of wild boars in the cornfield, there's another herd a few kilometers further in that direction.

Today's blitzkrieg strategy should have a chance of achieving the goal of attacking two enemy camps.

"Uncle, you don't need to light the way for me. Just watch your own feet. Let's walk faster and catch more."

Even though he knew Lin Chuan could see in the dark, Lin He would still unconsciously shine the flashlight at Lin Chuan's feet, just in case he fell.

But this slowed down their progress. Lin Chuan thought for a moment and said:

"I'll go up first, you guys take your time, don't rush."

After saying that, Lin Chuan ran off, leaving his uncle and Lin Feng behind.

When Lin Chuan arrived at the cornfield, he deliberately took a detour.

Last night, the wild boar was still at the edge of the cornfield. He climbed the tree far away so as not to disturb the wild boar.

Today the wild boars have reached the middle of the cornfield, so his strategy of climbing the tree won't work. I guess the wild boars will run away before he even gets to the top.

However, the land on the mountain is all terraced, so it's not hard to find a place to stay.

Lin Chuan found a high spot, about thirty meters away from the wild boar herd.

He prepared six arrows and placed them aside; tonight's pack of wild boars had one more than last night's.

It was the same familiar routine of four arrows in ten seconds, but unfortunately, only three were hit. Every time the wild boar moved, the corn stalks would sway, which greatly increased the difficulty of shooting.

Three wild boars fell to the ground, while the remaining three fled frantically through the cornfield.

Lin Chuan held the bow but hesitated to shoot. The corn stalks were too high and were being swayed too much by the wild boar, making it impossible for him to guarantee accuracy.

But wild boars always have to leave the cornfield. Lin Chuan waited quietly, and the moment a wild boar emerged from the cornfield, Lin Chuan shot an arrow.

While the arrow was still in the air, he grabbed another arrow, shot it again, and hit the target once more.

Unfortunately, the last wild boar, whether by cleverness or sheer luck, didn't take the usual route.

While Lin Chuan was shooting the fifth wild boar, it jumped from the cornfield to a plot of land below, where it was blocked by corn stalks, leaving Lin Chuan with no way to catch it.

It was a pity that one escaped, but five were enough. Lin Chuan went into the cornfield and dragged the five wild boars to an open space. At this moment, Uncle Lin Feng arrived, panting heavily.

"Xiao Chuan, why are you running so fast? Are there wild boars around?"

My uncle and his family went up the mountain, which was a little lower than the cornfield, so they didn't see any wild boars at first.

Lin Chuan said with a smile:

"Uncle, you'll see when you come up."

"It's okay if there isn't one, we can just treat it as exercise after dinner. Holy crap, a wild boar! You only arrived a few minutes early, and you've already hunted one."

"Uncle, calm down, my brother is always this fast."

Lin Feng wasn't surprised at all; he had guessed it the moment Lin Chuan spoke with a smile.

He calmly took out a rope and strung the wild boar legs together.

Why are you stringing them all together? I can carry just one on my back.

"Uncle, don't bother. Let my brother pull it. It doesn't matter to him whether there's one more or one less."

Having followed Lin Chuan up the mountain countless times, Lin Feng's mentality had long since softened; now it boils down to two words: trust.

He trusted Lin Chuan and did whatever Lin Chuan said. He also knew that his older brother was not one to show off; if he really couldn't lift it, he would naturally say so.

After Lin Feng finished stringing the rope, Lin Chuan pulled the rope over and said to the two of them:

"Wait here for me a moment. I'll take this back first, and then we'll go to other places later."

The cornfield wasn't far from home, and Lin Chuan drove it back in less than ten minutes. The old man hadn't even taken two sips of the wine he'd poured yet.

"What? You've only been up the mountain for less than half an hour, and you've already hunted five wild boars?"

When the old man saw Lin Chuan return with five wild boars, he almost spat out his drink.

Even Grandma, who loved to praise Lin Chuan the most, was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She and Grandpa looked at each other in disbelief, neither of them realizing that hunting wild boars could be so easy.

The young man reacted quickly; the aunt stepped forward and took the rope from Lin Chuan's hand.

"Xiao Chuan is really amazing. You must be tired. Have some water first. We'll cook right away. You didn't eat enough earlier."

Lin Chuan handed the rope to his aunt:

"Auntie, I'm not thirsty. You can eat when I get back. I'm leaving now. My uncle and the others are still waiting for me on the mountain. I'll go take another look and see if I can still hunt wild boars."

Lin Chuan left after he finished speaking. He didn't expect to come back so soon. He brought two sets of rope, so this set was no longer needed.

When Lin Chuan returned to the mountain, his uncle Lin Feng was chatting idly:

"You said you once hunted more than twenty wild boars in one night, is that true?"

"Really? Why would I lie to you?"

"Is hunting wild boar really that easy?"

"I don't know, but it's pretty easy following my brother."

"That seems to be true, haha, it's more like we've just come here for a stroll."

"Uncle, Xiao Feng, let's go."

Lin Chuan called out and walked away.

This time he didn't walk too fast. He didn't know the name of the place where the wild boars lived, and if he walked too fast, his uncle Lin Feng wouldn't be able to keep up.

Fortunately, it's only a few kilometers away, a half-hour trip, so there's plenty of time.

"Xiao Chuan, where are we going this time?"

Lin Chuan pointed in the direction of the wild boar: "Over there."

"Xiao Chuan, how do you know where there are wild boars?"

"Uncle, not only are my eyes amazing, but my nose is amazing too. I can smell things!"

Lin Chuan's supernatural abilities will eventually be known by his family. He plans to attribute it to his five senses, as long as there's a plausible explanation. His family won't press him for answers, and they'll get used to it eventually.

The uncle didn't say anything, stood there for a few seconds, and after a while, Lin Chuan suddenly smelled a stench of feces. He covered his nose and walked a few steps quickly.

The younger uncle caught up, looking curious: "Xiao Chuan, can you smell anything?"

"Uncle, get away from me, you're disgusting."

"Haha, I farted, and you could smell that? Xiao Chuan, you're amazing."