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As soon as Lu Qingshan stepped out of Laoyagou, he noticed that Old Master Lu's pace had slowed down.

The old man cursed fiercely, but his injured leg couldn't be hidden. As the snow deepened, that leg fell a beat shorter than the other, and the pig liver and gun on his shoulder swayed with it.

"Sir, give me the pig's head."

Old Master Lu glanced at him sideways, "You still think it's too light on your shoulders?"

"It's not light." Lu Qingshan pulled the rope behind him up. "But if you keep walking like this, my mother will twist my ears off when we get back."

"Don't try to scare me with your mother." Old Master Lu took a breath. "I can still carry this little bit of stuff."

Lu Qingshan didn't argue with him. He put down the half-strip of meat on his shoulder, chopped a birch tree about the thickness of his wrist, and retied the two hind legs and the half-strip of meat.

Grandpa Lu watched him fiddling with things and asked, "What are you trying to do now?"

"Pick and choose."

"Nonsense, carrying a load in the snow, you'll have no foothold, you'll collapse after two miles."

"You can't just carry the load on your shoulders." Lu Qingshan placed the birch log across his shoulder and tested the weight on both sides. "You have to put the strain on your waist and hips, and only support it with your shoulders. Your feet should be firmly planted in the snow, and your knees should release the pressure first, so the load won't sway around."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward.

The weight of the flesh on both sides bent the birchwood, but his feet remained steady, and even his shoulders didn't buckle. When he reached the old man, he still had one hand free to catch the pig's head.

Old Master Lu almost dropped the pipe from his mouth.

"When did you learn this, kid?"

"You learned it from how you pick wood."

"When I was picking wood, you would follow behind and collect pine cones."

"Pine cones can also learn skills."

Grandpa Lu snorted and handed him the pig's head. "Don't try to be brave. If you really can't hold on, put it down."

Lu Qingshan took it and hung it on the carrying pole, saying, "It can hold up."

The old man walked beside him and stared at him several times.

As they walked out of Beiliang, a mountain wind blew from behind. Dahuang dragged its injured leg ahead, while Qingwei followed at Lu Qingshan's feet, the cloth strip around its neck bleeding again.

Lu Qingshan crouched down to check on her. "Qingwei, does it hurt?"

Qingwei licked his hand, its tail lightly brushing the snow.

Grandpa Lu frowned. "We're not far from the village. Let it go back first. If the wound gets frostbite again, we'll have to bandage it again when we get home."

Lu Qingshan took off half of his glove, placed it under Qingwei's neck, and patted its head.

"Go home, find my mother."

Qingwei understood, ran a few steps down the mountain, and then looked back at him.

"Go," Lu Qingshan said, "tell my mother we're back."

Old Master Lu glared at him, "Are you trying to scare your mother?"

"Qingwei is clever; she'll bring her to pick her up."

"If your mother saw the blood, would she wait for your explanation?"

Lu Qingshan paused.

Old Master Lu yelled, "Get out of here!"

In Hongshitun, Wang Guifen was adding firewood to the stove.

She heard the sound of a dog scratching at the gate. Thinking it was Big Yellow who was hungry, she took half a cornbread and went out. As soon as she opened the gate, Green Tail rushed into the yard, a cloth wrapped around its neck, its fur soaked with blood.

The cornbread in Wang Guifen's hand fell onto the snow.

"Blue Tail? Where's Blue Mountain? Where's your grandpa?"

Qingwei turned and ran towards the village entrance, but after a few steps, it came back and called out.

Wang Guifen's head buzzed for a moment. She ripped off her apron and rushed outside, shouting, "Changgui! Changgui! The dog's back, covered in blood!"

Lu Changgui came out of the house leaning on a cane, his cotton shoes not even properly on.

"Don't panic, let's go to Tunkou first."

"How could I not panic?" Wang Guifen's eyes reddened. "I told her this morning not to go, but she insisted on going to find Hei Zi, insisted on going to mess with that bastard!"

Someone peeked in from next door, "Sister-in-law Guifen, what's wrong?"

"The Lu family dog ​​has returned covered in blood!"

As soon as the news spread, everyone who was sunbathing by the wall gathered around.

Old Zhao stubbed out his cigarette in the snow. "I told you, we can't go to Laoyagou. Qingshan's small frame can barely carry a gun; what chance do we have against a cannonball?"

Wang Guifen turned around and yelled, "Shut up!"

Zhao Laosan curled his lip, "Can't I even tell the truth? He was arguing with me yesterday when we left the village, but people in the mountains don't listen to his stubbornness."

Lin Xiulan ran from the direction of the Lin family home, still clutching her sewing kit in her hand.

"Auntie, what happened?"

Wang Guifen grabbed her arm. "Qingwei is back, but Qingshan isn't."

Lin Xiulan bit her lip and reached out to support Wang Guifen, "I'll go with you."

Zhao Laosan muttered to himself, "If something really goes wrong, the Lin family's marriage proposal is off."

Lu Changgui grabbed a wooden stick from the doorway and pointed it at him, saying, "Say one more word, and I'll make sure you don't get to celebrate the New Year today."

Zhao Laosan took half a step back and remained silent.

Just as a group of people arrived at the entrance of the village, Qingwei suddenly barked twice.

At the end of the snowy road, the first thing to appear was Grandpa Lu's sheepskin hat.

Someone shouted, "They're back!"

Wang Guifen ran a few steps forward, then stopped.

Behind the old man, Lu Qingshan carried a birchwood pole. Both ends of the pole were laden with meat, with a pig's head dangling on one side and two hind legs pressing down on the other, blood dripping down the rope.

The villagers who were chatting or sewing shoe soles all stopped instantly, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the huge, dark, mountain-like creature.

"My God, those fangs... those are cannonballs from the mountains?!"

"It must weigh at least 300 pounds, right? If it hit someone, their bones would be shattered!"

"Lu Qingshan picked it up? When did he get this kind of strength and courage?!"

In the crowd, Lin Xiumei gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails digging into her flesh without her realizing it.

She stared intently at Lu Qingshan's arm, her mind completely blank.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

What kind of person was Lu Qingshan before? He was an uneducated, idle, and good-for-nothing who couldn't even do farm work properly and complained that carrying two extra buckets of water was too heavy!

How did he manage to shoot a wild boar? And with such a huge cannonball at that!

Lin Xiumei felt a tightness in her chest, and a surge of emotion—a mixture of jealousy, shock, and regret—rushed to the top of her head, burning her cheeks.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, Wang Guifen rushed over with red eyes and slapped Lu Qingshan hard across the arm: "You debt collector! You sent the dog back covered in blood first, were you trying to scare me to death?"

Lu Qingshan quickly put down his load and breathed a sigh of relief: "Mother, I'm fine. I told Qingwei to go back and get someone to stop him, I forgot he was covered in blood."

"Are you alright? Are you alright? Your clothes are covered in blood?" Wang Guifen's voice was trembling with tears.

"Auntie, don't worry, Brother Qingshan is in good spirits. Let's let him put down his load and rest for a bit."

Lin Xiulan squeezed into the crowd at some point. Unlike the others who were curious to touch the valuable wild boar, she was busy looking Lu Qingshan up and down.

Grandpa Lu walked over and said, "No one was hurt. The dog was injured, but we got the meat back. If you want to scold someone, go home and do it slowly. Let the children unload their burdens first."

Wang Guifen then looked at the wild boar meat, her hand still gripping Lu Qingshan's sleeve.

Hearing that no one was injured, Lin Xiulan looked curiously at the wild boar: "Is it really from the other side of Laoyagou?"

Lu Qingshan looked at her. "Mmm. The cornbread you brought this morning was delicious."

Lin Xiulan lowered her head and tucked the sewing kit into her bosom. "It's good that you're safe."

Just then, an angry shout rang out from the crowd.

"Lu Qingshan, which sister's husband are you going to marry?!"