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

"roar!"

The boar lowered its head, aimed its tusks at Fang Qiang's chest, and pawed at the ground again.

"You beast, you're asking for death!"

Fang Wei roared and jumped down from the tree, gripping the machete with both hands, and stabbed it behind the boar's ear!

This was a spot he had deliberately chosen, between the base of his ear and his shoulder blade, where the skin was thin and there was no protection from the mud armor.

The blade of the machete sliced ​​through the hard skin, pierced through a thick layer of fat, and touched the edge of a bone.

"Go to hell!"

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Wei sent the blade sliding down the bone and severing the major artery.

The next second, pig's blood spurted out from the knife, splashing all over his face!

The hot, foul-smelling blood mist blurred Fang Wei's vision and dripped continuously down his chin.

The boar let out a terrible roar, twisting its body wildly, kicking and pawing at the ground with its four legs, sending dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

Fang Wei gripped the bristles on its neck tightly, his legs clamped firmly around the pig's belly, and he lay on the pig's back, unable to shake it off no matter how hard it tried!

With a "hiss," he abruptly pulled back his machete, and the jet of blood spurted even higher.

But he immediately stabbed it in again, and with the same incision, the blade pushed in another half inch!

"Do it!!!"

Upon hearing Fang Wei's order, Yang Qian was the first to jump out.

He aimed his bamboo spear at a sow that was fleeing up the mountain and stabbed it into the armpit above the hind leg.

The sow let out a scream, her hind legs buckled, and she knelt on the ground.

"You bunch of beasts, rooting around in the fields like that!"

Yang Qian pulled out the bamboo spear, shook off the flesh and blood from the tip, and then forcefully stabbed it in again.

Da Cheng rushed forward as well, gripping the machete with both hands, and slashed at the back of a piglet's head.

The blade flicked, only making a shallow cut.

Da Cheng gritted his teeth and made a second cut, this time targeting the armpit at the base of the front leg, with the blade penetrating halfway in.

Yang Qian's father rushed down the mountain and smashed a stick into a pig's head, making the pig roll on the ground.

Uncle Li, who was standing nearby, swung his shovel down hard, and the shovel struck the pig's spine with a dull thud.

Several other young men rushed out from behind the tree.

Hoes were used to smash the pigs, rakes were used to hook the pigs' legs, and cleavers were used to relentlessly stab the thinnest parts of the skin.

Someone was kicked over by a pig's hoof and fell to the muddy ground. He got up, wiped the mud off his face, and rushed over again.

The scene was in complete chaos!

Some people were shouting, some were cursing, the dull thud of iron hitting meat and the screams of wild boars mingled together, and the soil on the ridges of the fields was stained dark red with pig's blood.

The boar was still struggling, its four legs digging four large holes in the mud, and blood kept gushing out from the cut on its neck.

Covered in blood, Fang Wei rode on the pig's back, gritting his teeth and pushing the cleaver in half an inch further.

At this moment, he dared not relax even a little bit, otherwise he would definitely be thrown to the ground, and then it was hard to say who would die first!

The boar's body suddenly twitched violently, then a second time, and then its strength gradually diminished until its four legs could no longer move.

A final, deep thud escaped its chest, and its massive body collapsed to the ground.

Is he... dead?

Fang Wei poked it again, and only after seeing that the boar really didn't move did he release the machete in his hand, panting heavily as he collapsed to the ground.

When he steadied himself by holding onto the pig's bristles and looked up, the remaining pigs had already been beaten half to death by the others.

Fang Qiang clutched his chest with his left hand, leaning on the broken wooden stick with his right. His face was covered in mud and pig's blood, and a piece of skin had been scraped off his cheekbone, from which blood was seeping.

It took more than ten minutes for the field ridge to quiet down.

Yang Qian sat down heavily on the ground, his whole body covered in dirt, his clothes smeared with pig's blood and mud, and his face covered in sweat and blood.

He took a while to catch his breath, then suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of teeth stained red with pig's blood.

"Eight heads... damn it... all eight heads are dead..."

Da Cheng squatted to one side, his hands still trembling.

The blade of the machete in his hand had a large gash, and the surface was covered with half-dried blood and bits of flesh.

Uncle Li stood beside the trap, leaning on his shovel, and glanced down into the pit.

The piglet and the sow were piled together below, and the bamboo skewers at the bottom of the pit were covered in blood.

He clicked his tongue, turned to Fang Wei, and said, "Dawei...you were really risking your life just now."

Li Shuguang felt a chill run down his spine just looking at the boar's red eyes. He wouldn't even dare to run away, let alone fight it.

Fang Wei forced a smile and glanced down at the boar beside him.

His own brother was almost killed by wild boars, how could he just stand by and watch!

……

The threshing ground in Laotang Village has never been so lively.

Fang Wei and Village Chief Zhou walked at the front.

Eight wild boars had their hooves bound and were tied to a makeshift wooden raft with thick hemp ropes. Several men each held a rope and dragged it along with a heave-heave-heave-heave-heave.

The boar was placed alone on a wooden raft, and it took four strong men to drag it.

Its mane dragged along the muddy ground, covered in sand and grass clippings, but its fangs still protruded from its lips, exuding a fierce aura even in death.

Everyone in Laotang Village was running towards the grain drying ground.

When the boar's carcass was unloaded from the raft by four men and thrown into the center of the threshing ground, a collective gasp filled the air.

"My goodness..."

"This thing...is it a wild boar? It's bigger than a cow! Bigger than a cow!"

"Look at its fangs... Holy crap... those fangs could probably rip a person's guts out!"

More and more people gathered, surrounding the threshing ground in layers.

Some people climbed onto the large millstone next to the threshing ground, while others simply climbed onto the top of the wall.

Aunt Tian squeezed through the crowd, and when she saw the carcasses of the eight wild boars, she knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Heaven has eyes... Heaven has eyes..."

She was crying and laughing at the same time, her face covered in tears and snot, and she kept muttering words that no one could understand.

Aunt Tian's crops were completely destroyed by those beasts. She cried all night in bed last night, thinking that her whole family would really starve this winter.

Village Chief Zhou went over and pulled her up from the ground, comforting her, "Aunt Tian, ​​don't cry, those beasts are all dead."

Aunt Tian grabbed Village Chief Zhou's sleeve and cried even louder: "Village Chief... my land... I've worked so hard cultivating it for more than half a year..."

Those damned beasts, of all times they had to die, after they destroyed her crops!

She had no one to confide in about her suffering!