Era: Seven money-losing girls? They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again!

Around eleven o'clock at night.

A dozen or so people from Laotang Village quietly crept towards the ridge of the field.

The trap team is all ready.

They dug a pit nearly a meter deep in the middle of the narrow path where the two field ridges met. The pit was about an arm's length and width wide, and the bottom was filled with sharpened bamboo skewers.

Fang Wei squatted down and gently pressed the loose soil on the surface of the pit with his finger; it was just right, neither too soft nor too hard.

A wild boar might not immediately notice stepping on it, but its weight of several hundred kilograms would definitely cause it to collapse.

Three tripwires stretched across the road, the thick hemp ropes taut and tied at both ends to the tree trunks beside them. One or two people couldn't pull them off at all.

Fang Wei wiped the sweat from his face, looked up at the crooked tree next to him, spat into his palm, grabbed the trunk with both hands, and climbed up in a few moments.

The branch swayed twice, the leaves rustled, and then silence returned.

Fang Qiang climbed up the poplar tree on the right, Yang Qian squatted on a branch below Fang Wei, and Da Cheng lay on a chinaberry tree opposite.

None of them uttered a sound, just like when they were catching shrimp that day, quietly waiting for their prey to appear.

……

The first gray light appeared on the horizon.

Fog rose in the cornfields on both sides of the field, and the air became damp and cold.

Fang Wei leaned his back against the tree trunk. He had been squatting in the tree for several hours, and his legs were already numb.

Yang Qian huddled up on the branch below him, his hands constantly rubbing the shaft of the bamboo spear, his palms covered in cold sweat.

The mosquitoes in the woods bit him seven or eight times on the forehead, but he didn't dare to move and could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Da Cheng's lips were so dry they were peeling white, and the bark pressed against his chest was soaked with cold sweat.

Fang Qiang remained motionless on the poplar tree on the right. The rough bark pressed against his back, but he didn't even change his position.

Fang Wei's ears suddenly twitched, and he abruptly put the copper whistle in his mouth, making a "beep" sound that echoed throughout the entire mountain forest.

The next second—

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the gong being struck echoed continuously through the mountains and forests.

Everyone still on the mountain gasped silently, their heartbeats quickening.

After the noise exploded in the mountains, the forest suddenly fell silent for two or three seconds, and then another sound rang out.

"Huffing and puffing—huffing and puffing—"

Hearing the heavy breathing, Fang Wei's back tensed up immediately.

The sound of tree branches snapping kept ringing out, and the whole ground seemed to be shaking!

The first dark figure burst out from a gap in the bushes.

It was a half-grown piglet, its black bristles covered in mud and grass clippings, which plunged headfirst into the row of fermented sweet potato paste that Fang Wei had prepared.

Before Fang Qiang and the others could react, three more sows rushed out of the bushes.

They were much larger than piglets, and when they smelled the fermented food, they buried their heads and burrowed straight forward.

The huge creature that followed immediately made Fang Wei gasp in shock.

The boar's black bristles stood on end, its shoulder blades were raised high, and the mud and resin on its body had turned it into a natural suit of armor.

It was covered with old scars and marks from tree bark, so much so that even a machete couldn't cut through it.

Its two fangs protrude from its lips, and there is a scar under its right eye, making it look terrifying, as if it is grinning.

The boar stopped at the boundary of the field and sniffed the air twice with its large nostrils.

Fang Wei's heart jumped.

Could this guy have smelled human scent?!

The boar twitched its nostrils twice more, and pawed at the ground with its front hooves, creating a shallow trench in the soft soil.

But the sows and piglets around it were out of control.

A half-grown piglet let out a squeal and charged towards the pile of fermenting sweet potato paste on the ground.

Its nose burrowed into the paste, swallowing and munching away, making grunting noises as it ate.

Another piglet squeezed in, and the grunts of the two piglets mingled together as they fought for food.

The boar hesitated for a moment.

But the aroma of the fermented food was too tempting for these animals, who had been starving in the mountains all night, and another piglet rushed out.

Just then, the piglet at the very front stepped into the trap.

With a sharp "crack," the piglet let out a piercing scream and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, the sow next to it, which was scrambling for food, lost its footing and fell down as well.

From Fang Wei's perspective, it was very clear that the piglet's belly had been pierced through by a bamboo skewer, and one of the sow's front legs had also been pierced through by a bamboo skewer.

Two screams exploded almost simultaneously at the bottom of the pit!

The boar suddenly let out a roar, its eyes instantly turning blood red, and its tusks, which had been curling up at the corners of its mouth, opened even wider to the sides.

Instead of running away, it followed the scent of a person and suddenly turned its head to stare at the bushes where someone was hiding.

Fang Wei's palms were covered in cold sweat, but he did not make any rash moves.

At this point, a head-on confrontation would only result in large-scale casualties!

"roar!"

The boar roared and charged headfirst into the car, snapping a tree branch as thick as a bowl in its path. The pebbles on the ground were sent flying backward by its impact.

It ran into the tripwire!

Fang Wei was overjoyed, but then he saw the rope suddenly taut, and the tree trunks at both ends made a muffled "crack" sound as they were pulled and bent into an arc shape.

The boar stumbled from the fall and its front hooves hit the ground.

But it paused for less than a second, then with a powerful push from its hind legs, its whole body sprang up like a spring!

"Bang!"

It actually managed to break the tripwire!

The broken hemp rope struck the tree trunk next to it, tearing off a piece of bark!

"Holy shit!"

Yang Qian turned pale with fright, gripping the bamboo spear tightly in his hand. "Is this a pig?! Is this a tank?!"

The boar had already circled around the edge of the trap.

It turned sideways, its blood-red eyes locking onto the two people hiding behind the bushes. The white steam coming out of its nostrils was thick and rapid, and its strong hind legs pawed the ground twice.

Oh no! It's gathering power!

Everyone's heart tightened.

"brute!!"

Fang Qiang suddenly jumped down from the tree and roared, "Come on!!!"

He held a wooden stick thicker than his thigh in both hands, pounced on the boar from the side, and wedged the stick directly into the gap between the boar's tusks and flesh at the corner of its mouth, desperately pressing the boar's head to the ground.

The boar let out a muffled roar, the muscles in its neck bulged, and it suddenly shook its head!

The wooden stick in Fang Qiang's hand broke in two at the waist, and the force of the impact sent him flying off the ground, crashing heavily onto the muddy ground!