It seems like this mountain is a treasure mountain, yet relying on such a treasure mountain, the people here still remain poor. It's puzzling.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Not many dare venture deep into this mountain.
Even if they do come, they only stay on the outskirts and don't find any treasures.
Speaking of which, these bandits really have guts. Aren't they afraid of being eaten by wild beasts?
Next, the sounds of bustling activity in the stockade can be heard: sharpening knives, slaughtering pigs, shouting commands, the lively sounds infecting Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao really walked over.
"Those few are still alive, don't kill them yet. Save them for a few days later. Kill these ones first."
"Go get a basin, and collect that pig's blood in a moment — it's good stuff."
"Don't clean those big bones so thoroughly; leave more meat hanging on them — that's tastier."
"Shave those pig bristles clean."
"Is there any salt? Salt those, so they won't spoil."
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