Chapter Four: Old Man, Put Down My Prey!

Damn. I hit the jackpot! Is a single weasel pelt really this valuable? Zhao thought for a moment. Since ancient times, hats and leather garments made from weasel fur had been quite popular. If the fur weren’t damaged, the price would be even higher. In olden days, weasel meat was also considered a delicacy.

He originally planned to skin it right then and there, but feared the scent of blood would attract wild beasts.

Snap.

He broke the weasel’s neck and tossed it into his basket.

“Zhaodi and Xiao’e will definitely be thrilled when they find out,” Zhao smiled, glancing at the snare trap on the ground. “If this were an ordinary person, they’d have pocketed the trap too.”

The trap was someone’s only hope, and Zhao wasn’t heartless. He fixed the trap before preparing to chop wood, when an angry voice rang out, “Old man, put down my prey!”

Zhao looked toward the voice and saw a boy about thirteen, holding a homemade bamboo bow, storming over.

“Li’s kid?” Zhao immediately recognized the boy as the son of Widow Qin from the same village. But he had no fondness for the kid, who was known for petty theft and causing trouble. Just last month, Xiao’e’s hard-earned chickens were stolen by him—when they found out, only the bones remained, already eaten by his family. Xiao’e had even cried from the frustration.

Despite his tough exterior, Zhao hadn’t confronted the Li family and had even scolded Xiao’e instead. Thinking back, he was still furious.

Li Er’duan also recognized Zhao. “Old man Zhao, did you steal my prey?”

Damn it. Such a disrespectful brat. Calling him “old man Zhao” like that made Zhao’s blood boil. If the boy had a better attitude, he might have shared some of the catch, since it was caught by the brat’s own trap. His mother was a widow, struggling to care for her difficult mother-in-law and raise three children, the youngest still nursing. Without a breadwinner, life was hard enough.

But now? Not a chance.

This was payback.

“You little bastard, watch your mouth! By seniority, you should be calling me ‘uncle’!” Zhao retorted.

“Forget your seniority, old turtle! Give me back my stuff, or I’ll shoot you dead!” Li Er’duan threatened, brandishing his bamboo bow with no respect whatsoever.

Zhao seized the moment, putting the weasel in his storage. “Damn it, you almost snapped my foot with your trap. I was just about to look for its owner, and here you come offering it yourself.”

Li was startled. “You’re lying! You never caught my foot.”

Zhao pretended to limp as he advanced. “Come back to the village with me and pay up. If not, I’ll just stay at your house and make your mother serve me!”

“You stole my prey yourself,” Li argued.

Zhao overturned the basket. “Look. Where’s your prey?”

Seeing the basket empty, Li panicked. “You hid it!”

“Hiding? The beasts in Golden Rooster Mountain are starving. If I’d hidden it, it’d have been snatched by now.”

Zhao grabbed the bamboo bow from Li and held his hand. “Come back to the village with me...”

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