During famine years, I had a divination slip in hand, and my whole family ate chicken, duck, fish, a

His brand-new bluish-gray cotton-padded jacket, warm to the touch, was pressed very close to her.

Ye Qingqing rubbed her nose.

Ye Dazhuang's warm breath hit her nose; it wasn't the stench of someone who hadn't showered for days, but a unique masculine scent.

Everyone has a scent. Men have a masculine scent, women have a feminine scent, children have a milky scent, and the elderly have a scent of aging.

Ye Dazhuang's aura was somewhat domineering, but not unpleasant.

"Rustle and rustle..."

A soft rustling sound came from the wild boar's den, and the bushes also made a slight noise.

From afar, you could see half of a mouth tube peeking out from the bushes and weeds, nudging a few crumbs of steamed bun.

"They're out..."

Ye Dazhuang turned his head slightly and mouthed instructions to Ye Qingqing.

She nodded and gripped the machete tightly in her hand.

Presumably afraid of being smelled by wild boars, Ye Dazhuang slowly and silently moved down.

Now, he leaned most of his body against hers, his straight back almost touching Ye Qingqing's face.

Even through the thick cotton-padded coat, Ye Qingqing could feel the shape of that slender waist inside.

The scene was too ambiguous, so she subconsciously moved to the side.

"Splash..."

She pressed down on the withered grass, making a soft, crunching sound.

"Hmph! Hmph..."

The wild boar grunted in surprise, and the half of its snout that had just been extended instantly retracted into its den.

Ye Dazhuang turned his head and glanced at her.

Ye Qingqing blinked, looking completely innocent, "..."

You're standing so close, you have no sense of boundaries at all, is it my fault?

"It's alright, it's testing the waters."

Ye Dazhuang said in a polar voice, "It can't resist the temptation of food. Wait a little longer, it will come out soon."

Ye Qingqing pursed her lips and nodded quietly.

The wild boar's den was in a sheltered spot, but the two of them hid upwind so that the wild boar wouldn't smell their scent.

In early winter in the northern frontier, the mountain winds are bitterly cold. In less than half an hour, the wind chills your cotton-padded coat to the bone, leaving you feeling as cold as if you were immersed in an icebox.

At first, Ye Qingqing felt that Ye Dazhuang was too close and lacked a sense of boundaries, but now she can appreciate the importance of his body!

It's incredibly windproof!

Looking back, I think I might have misunderstood them.

Ye Dazhuang placed half of his body between her and the slope, forming a half-slope that almost pressed her down, blocking most of the cool breeze.

Ye Qingqing could sense that his body was shivering slightly from the cold, but he only kept his hands tucked into his sleeves to keep warm, and his body remained motionless.

Warming your hands is to prevent them from becoming stiff and trembling when you draw the bow and shoot an arrow later.

If you bring along other hunters, you can drive the wild boars out of their dens and hunt them in a group.

But since it was just the two of them, they could only resort to lying in wait.

Ye Qingqing hugged her hands, which were almost numb from the cold, and breathed out a warm breath.

No wonder there are only three or four hunting families in the whole village, and they are all middle-aged or elderly men.

The young people in the village would rather go to town to carry heavy loads than follow their fathers up the mountain to hunt, because hunting is not something that ordinary people can endure!

In order to hunt a single prey, cats must hide in the grass under the scorching sun in the summer, enduring snakes, insects, and rodents.

In winter, you have to hide in bushes and withered grass, where it gets as cold as it can get, and you can hide for one or two hours, or even a whole day.

Ye Qingqing was freezing, and she gritted her teeth and made up her mind that after killing these two wild boars, she would go home and hibernate properly!

Isn't it wonderful to eat and drink delicious food on a warm kang (heated brick bed)?

If she goes up the mountain to suffer the cold again, she's a dog!

"Rustle and rustle..."

After about half an hour, faint noises finally came from the wild boar's den.

"They're out."

Ye Dazhuang moved his lips, slowly shifted his stiff body, pulled his hands out of his sleeves, and gently touched the bow and arrow beside him.

Ye Qingqing also gripped the wood-chopping knife again.

The handle of the wood-chopping knife was icy cold, making her shiver involuntarily.

"Hmph... Hmph..."

A black-furred creature with only a flesh-colored nose, puffing out white steam, poked its head out of the pigsty and quickly devoured the crumbs of bread in the grass.

The two men held their breath, their four eyes fixed on the movements in the pigsty.

"Hmph..."

The wild boar, having finished gnawing on the crumbs of steamed bun, began to grunt again, seemingly unable to resist the temptation of the aroma of grain. Suddenly, it poked its head out of its burrow.

Oh my God!

The moment Ye Qingqing saw that pig's head, she went completely numb!

It was an enormous pig's head, bigger than a bucket, with a pair of dark, gaping eyes filled with a fierce light.

Its mouth was thicker than her arm, with a sharp fang protruding from each side, making it look like it was fitted with two daggers.

Two rows of enormous teeth, bigger than her big toenail!

Just looking at its head, this pig must weigh at least five or six hundred pounds!

Ye Dazhuang, I didn't believe you!

I can't believe I agreed to go boar hunting with the two of you?

Ye Qingqing took a deep breath, looked around after looking away from the wild boar, and started planning her escape route.

If you really start running, Ye Dazhuang, you're as cunning as a rat's tail...

"Hmph..."

The wild boar stood frozen in front of its den for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, seemingly unaware of any danger, before taking a few steps forward and lowering its head to gnaw on a pile of broken steamed buns in front of it.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Another wild boar responded from the pigsty, and soon poked its head out; it was a sow, a size smaller than the first one.

The sow cautiously followed behind the boar, nudging him with her head and the leftover crumbs of steamed bun.

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but hold her breath.

She clearly told Ye Dazhuang that there were two wild boars. Did he not understand?

How could he possibly fight two such large wild boars?

"Squeak...squeak..."

A small wild boar with black stripes all over its body and a long, pointed snout happily ran out following behind its mother.

This kind of piglet is perfect for roasting suckling pig; the meat is tender and fragrant!

Ye Qingqing's mind conjured up an image of the little guy "naked" and sprawled out on the grill, sizzling and dripping oil.

"Qingqing..."

Ye Dazhuang suddenly lowered his head, his warm lips close to her ear, and whispered something in a very low voice.

"The moment I fire the first arrow, you immediately run towards the pigsty."

Remember, you must not stop unless I tell you to!

No...we should discuss it?

Ye Qingqing suddenly raised her eyes, "..."

Why?

What are you going to do?

Big white steamed buns aren't enough, are they going to use me as bait too?

Before she could speak, Ye Dazhuang gripped the bow and arrow tightly, veins bulging on his arm, and leaped out from behind the slope in a flash.

The boar was chasing the bait and had nudged it to within ten meters!

As soon as Ye Dazhuang came out, he and the wild boar stared at each other.

Ye Qingqing's eyes widened instantly, "Holy crap..."