Holy crap.
I'm rich!
Is a weasel skin that expensive?
Zhao Zheng thought about it. Since ancient times, weasel fur has been popular for making hats and leather jackets.
If the fur wasn't damaged, the price would be even higher.
In ancient times, weasel meat was also a delicacy.
He originally wanted to skin it on the spot, but he was afraid the smell of blood would attract wild animals.
Gula.
He simply twisted off Shushu's head and threw it into the backpack.
"Zhaodi and Xiao'e will be delighted when they find out,"
Zhao Zheng smiled, eyeing the trap. "A normal person would have taken the trap too."
This trap held the hopes of a family, and Zhao Zheng wasn't one for ruthlessness. He fixed the trap and, just as he was about to chop wood, an angry voice rang out, "Old man, put down my prey!"
Zhao Zheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young boy approaching angrily, holding a homemade bamboo bow.
"The Li kid?"
Zhao Zheng recognized him immediately. He was the thirteen-year-old son of Widow Qin from the same village.
But he had no good feelings for the boy. He was constantly stealing chickens and causing trouble in the village.
Last month, he stole the chickens Xiao'e had painstakingly raised, and when he discovered them, he had eaten the bones, too.
Xiao'e was so angry that she burst into tears.
But his predecessor was a timid person. Not only did he not cause any trouble for the Li family, but he actually scolded Xiao'e.
Thinking about it now, he got angry.
Li Erdan also recognized Zhao Zheng, "Old man Zhao, did you steal my prey?"
Damn.
He was so young, but he didn't respect the old and loved the young.
Zhao Zheng was also furious when he kept calling him Old Man Zhao. If this kid had a better attitude, he would be willing to give him some, after all, it was caught by this little bastard's trap.
His mother was a widow, and she had to take care of her unreasonable mother-in-law and raise three children, the youngest of whom was still breastfeeding.
The family had lost the pillar and could hardly make ends meet.
But now, give him a shit.
It was a good time for revenge.
"Little bastard, keep your mouth shut, considering the seniority, you still have to call me uncle!"
"Your mother's head, old turtle, take out my things, otherwise, I will shoot you to death!" Li Erdan picked up his homemade bamboo bow and threatened, not taking Zhao Zheng seriously at all.
Zhao Zheng had an idea and put the weasels in the bamboo basket into the warehouse, "Fuck your mother, damn it, you almost pinched my foot with the trap, and I was just looking for the owner of the trap, and you came here yourself."
Li Erdan was shocked, "You are talking nonsense, I didn't pinch your foot at all."
Zhao Zheng deliberately limped forward, "Come back to the village with me and pay compensation. If you don't pay, I will stay in your house and let your mother serve me!"
"It was you who stole my prey."
Zhao Zheng turned the bamboo basket upside down, "Look, is there any prey?"
Seeing that the basket was empty, Li Erdan panicked, "You hid it."
"Hide your bullshit, the wild beasts in Jinji Mountain are starving, won't they be taken away if you hide?"
Zhao Zheng snatched the bamboo bow from his hand and grabbed his hand, "Come back to the village with me..."
Li Erdan was scared. If his mother knew that he went to Jinji Mountain to hunt alone, she would definitely beat him to death.
Moreover, instead of catching the prey, Old Man Zhao's foot was broken by the trap, which would surely cost him a fortune in compensation.
"That's not my trap, that's not my trap! Let go, let go, old man!" Li Erdan struggled desperately, abandoning even the trap left by his deceased father and running away.
Zhao Zheng pretended to chase him for a few steps, "You short-lived bastard, don't run! I won't let you go!"
When Li Erdan disappeared, Zhao Zheng sneered and picked up the trap from the ground. "Then I'll take it!"
The Dakang Dynasty had strict regulations on salt and iron, and traps were a rare commodity. If properly preserved, they could be passed down as heirlooms for three generations.
He wasn't a skilled hunter, but he had no problem setting the trap.
After marking the area, he went to cut down the tree.
[Ding, felled 20 jin of pine wood, selling at 6 li/jin, store/sell?]
"Sell!"
[Ding, felled 15 jin of ash wood, selling at 8 li/jin...]
Zhao Zheng's hatchet could only chop wood about the thickness of his arm, and there wasn't much firewood outside Jinji Mountain.
If he wanted more, he'd have to go inside.
It was dark and gloomy inside, and Zhao Zheng, worried about encountering wild animals, temporarily gave up the idea of entering.
This time, since no one was competing with him, he chopped a full 150 jin of firewood and stored it in the warehouse.
After working for a long time, Zhao Zheng was starving, so he bought six large meat buns, each costing two wen, and devoured them greedily.
Checking his balance, he only had eighty coins left. He sighed inwardly, "Being a woodcutter is really a dead end. It's worse than hunting. I work so hard for half a day to earn this little. An ordinary woodcutter can only carry a hundred pounds in one trip. After deducting time and costs, it's barely enough to make a living, not enough to support a family."
He looked up at the sky, bought two small traps for thirty coins each from the mall, set them up thickly, and then set off on his way home.
He arrived home later than yesterday.
But before he pushed the door open, he heard crying from inside.
"It's Xiao'e crying!"
Zhao Zheng pushed the door open, "Zhao Di, Xiao'e, I'm back!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
The door opened immediately.
In the moonlight, Zhao Zheng could see the two people's swollen eyes, "What happened? Why are you crying?"
"No, nothing." Yang Zhaodi shook her head and said nothing, but went to help Zhao Zheng unload the firewood.
Zhao Zheng deliberately put on a stern face, "Xiao'e, tell me."
"Father-in-law, it's really not..."
"Xiao'e, tell the truth!"
Xiao'e shrank back in fear. "That evening, Grandma Li came to our house and caused trouble. She said my father-in-law had stolen her grandson's prey and beaten him. She also stole our firewood, leftovers, and the grain my sister-in-law had just borrowed from her parents. She also said my father-in-law had gone deep into Jinji Mountain and been carried off by a wild beast...
My sister-in-law and I are terrified. If you don't come back, we're going to gather the whole village to look for you."
Zhao Zheng was furious when he heard this.
Damn it.
This little brat is so bold.
He actually brought that old woman from his family to cause trouble.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he said: "Don't cry, I'm back, right?"
Closing the courtyard door and the door, Zhao Zheng looked at the two women with swollen eyes like walnuts, speechlessly saying: "Didn't I tell you not to leave any food for me?"
"Also, what about borrowing food? Didn't I say that we don't need to borrow food?"
Yang Zhaodi said nervously: "Xiao E and I are not hungry, one meal a day is enough. You work hard outside, you must eat more."
Zhao Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What about borrowing food?"
"Sister-in-law is also worried that there will be no food for the next meal at home, and afraid that father-in-law will be hungry, so she went to borrow food." Xiao E said timidly: "Father-in-law, if you want to hit, hit me!"