Zhao Gang sat by the last trap, constantly wiping his sweat. "Good thing we didn't bring the kids up here."
Otherwise, managing the kids and taking care of the game, I really wouldn't know what to do.
Gong Tao was also dumbfounded. In fact, he had followed Zhao Gang up the mountain before, but never with such a haul.
Looking at a very fat wild boar, "What are we going to do with this?"
Gong Tao's question wasn't just about how to bring it down, but also how to handle all that pork.
If all this meat was taken out to treat the villagers, they'd immediately realize it was wild boar after taking a bite.
Although they usually handled their hunting on their own, dealing with bigger animals like boars required getting the villagers involved.
The person who caught the wild boar would get a bigger share of the meat, but Gong Tao felt it was a bit unfair.
