In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 174 The Wounded Wild Boar and the Humble Rabbit

"Woof woof woof!" Gou Shengzi didn't care about any of that. He went out with the attitude of not submitting to anyone and charged straight in the northwest direction.

"Woof woof!" Big White was probably worried about Gou Shengzi, and then a white shadow flashed by and rushed out as well.

"Wait for me!" Yu Dawei didn't have time to think and quickly chased after him.

When Yu Dawei caught up, he saw two dogs chasing a group of wild boars. There were two or three adult wild boars and five or six wild boar calves. The adult wild boars had blackish-brown fur, while the calves had light brown fur with black stripes. Each calves had fear in their eyes.

The wild boars, whether adults or juveniles, scattered and ran wildly, each disregarding the others.

"Catch the big one!" Yu Dawei picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at one of the wild boars that was closest to the two dogs.

These two dogs were untrained and only knew how to dart around blindly, but Yu Dawei made them instinctively find their target in an instant.

"Ouch!" The wild boar cried out in pain and turned to run wildly into the depths of the forest to the north.

The two dogs had now identified their target and, ignoring the other wild boar cubs, charged madly towards the adult wild boar.

Yu Dawei didn't dare to delay. Holding the gun with both hands, he began to quickly turn his legs towards the north.

The further in they went, the thicker the snow became. Yu Dawei started panting after running for a while and could only follow the footprints left by two dogs to search ahead.

Finally, in a sparse grove of trees, they spotted two dogs and a pig, but Yu Dawei looked on with a sense of helplessness.

The two dogs stared at the wild boar from one behind, perhaps frightened by its tusks, only daring to bark from a distance and not daring to get too close.

Gou Shengzi was quite fierce and occasionally had the urge to charge. But just as it was about to charge forward, the wild boar seemed to have a sixth sense, quickly turning its head and baring its tusks at the other.

Whenever this happened, Gou Shengzi would hurriedly back away, cursing under his breath and glaring fiercely at the wild boar.

Yu Dawei breathed a sigh of relief, but upon closer inspection, his heart sank. This was not only a boar, but its tusks were even slightly longer than those of an average adult boar.

When I was a child, people in the village often hunted wild boars in the wilderness. They usually hunted boars without tusks. Occasionally, a boar with tusks would appear, and it was always quite ferocious. When the villagers returned from hunting, their dogs would either be bleeding or have a large gash in their bellies and eventually die in the snow.

Yu Dawei dared not let the two dogs take such a risk. They had only wanted to relax, but a wild boar had killed his two dogs, which he felt was a huge loss no matter how he looked at it. He quickly lay down on the ground, preparing to shoot the wild boar in the rear to drive it away.

I aimed and pulled the trigger. With a "bang," a flash of light appeared from the muzzle, and then my head buzzed, followed by a sudden ringing in my ears.

It's been years since they last fired a gun; they're too rusty.

Yu Dawei shook his head and hurriedly looked up to see what was happening. To his astonishment, he found that the wild boar in the distance was bleeding profusely from its face, especially its right eye, which had been completely ripped apart by a bullet.

Instead of running away, the two dogs rushed forward, perhaps stimulated by the blood flowing from the wild boar. Da Bai first bit the bleeding half of the boar's right face, while Gou Shengzi bit the boar's groin.

The wild boar howled in pain as its two-hundred-pound body trembled uncontrollably a few times before it ran wildly.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the other party was actually rushing towards him, Yu Dawei slung his gun over his shoulder and quickly climbed up the old willow tree next to him.

He had barely climbed onto a thick tree branch when he heard a "bang" from below. Looking down, he saw that the wild boar's head had hit the tree, and Big White had been thrown out, with a piece of its face torn off its mouth.

At this moment, Yu Dawei's adrenaline surged, and he didn't care about anything else. He took the double-barreled shotgun from behind, swung the latch to the right, aimed at the pig's left eye, and fired another shot with a "bang." This time, he was closer and more accurate, and the double-barreled shotgun was more powerful than the ordinary one.

Before the wild boar under the tree could even sway twice, it fell straight to the ground.

Yu Dawei squatted on the tree, panting heavily. It took a long time for his body, which had been trembling with excitement, to regain control. He climbed down from the tree, fired two more shots at the wild boar's head, and finally felt relieved.

"Woof woof!" Gou Shengzi wagged its tail at Yu Dawei as if seeking praise, and kept circling around him.

Big White ran over and affectionately nuzzled against its owner.

Yu Dawei pulled out a cleaver, cut open the pig's belly, took out all the offal and threw it in front of the two dogs. Then he scooped up a lot of snow and stuffed it into the pig's belly to freeze it quickly. After that, he grabbed the pig's hooves and started sliding towards the car.

This wild boar weighed over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg), which is considered quite robust for this area. Even after removing the offal, it still weighed around 200 jin. After returning home, some meat was cut up and given to the elders of the Yu family, while the rest was kept at the old man's house for them to eat. This was how it was when he was a child; no matter who was in the Yu family, after hunting a wild boar, they would share some meat with the older people in Yujia Village.

Wild boar meat doesn't taste as good as domestic pork, but it's more nutritious, especially for people with anemia who can benefit from it. It's also good for people with constipation. In short, finding wild boar meat is definitely a great thing.

As Yu Dawei dragged the pork to the car, the two dogs, having finished eating the pig's offal, disappeared again. He put the wild boar in a sack, placed it on the back seat, and then began shouting into the woods, "Dabai! Goushengzi!"

Not long after, two figures darted out of the wilderness. To Yu's great surprise, both dogs were carrying something in their mouths. Only when they got closer could he see that they were two rabbits, one white and one gray. The rabbits were not big, at most the size of two adult fists.

"Well done." Yu Dawei came up to the two dogs, rubbed their heads and praised them, and then pulled the gray rabbit out of Big White's mouth.

The rabbit wasn't injured, but it was trembling uncontrollably in Dawei's hands.

As for the white rabbit in Gou Shengzi's mouth, no matter how much Yu Dawei pulled, the guy wouldn't budge, showing his rebellious nature.

Enraged, Yu Dawei kicked Gou Shengzi's butt several times: "Let go of me!"

Perhaps feeling the pain in his bottom, Gou Shengzi reluctantly opened his mouth, then grumbled and cursed as he ran to the snowy ground nearby, shaking his head and curling up under the tree roots.

Yu Dawei rolled his eyes at Gou Shengzi, lifted the white rabbit by the ears and took a look. He found that the rabbit's hind legs and abdomen were covered in wounds. It seemed that Gou Shengzi was catching a rabbit for the first time and didn't know how to handle it.

"Can this rabbit still survive?" Han Jingfan got out of the car, looking at the rabbit that Yu Dawei was holding with a worried expression.

When her husband brought back the wild boar, she couldn't help but get out of the car and marvel at it. If she hadn't been worried that Xiao Muyu would catch a cold, she would have gone with him to handle the wild boar.

I came down here purely because I saw that the white rabbit in his hand was so cute. Its fur was as white as snow on the ground, and the bright red blood was very obvious against the white fur.

"If they don't survive, we'll stew them." Yu Dawei tied the two rabbits together with a rope from the front trunk, then called for Da Bai and Gou Shengzi to get in the car.

The red car drove directly to the old man's yard, then threw the two rabbits into the barn, put some hay and potatoes in it, and let Yu Dawei eat them if he could, otherwise he ate them.

As for the wild boar that was brought back, Yu Dawei directly called over a few of his closest younger friends from the village to slaughter the pig and eat pork.

Yu Dazhi, Yu Damin, Yu Dasheng, and Yu Dachuan, the son of the Fourth Uncle... In short, all the brothers of the Yu family who knew about the news came over.

In addition, there are the older generation of the Yu family, such as Uncle Twelve and Yu Dawei's great-uncle.

The person who makes the pork stew is Yu Damin, who also raises horses. He is recognized in the village as the best at making pork stew.

Yu Dawei helped him set up a big black pot in the yard and built a simple stove for him. The pot was used by the old man to cover the soy sauce jars in the garden. It was usually kept in the garden and could be used after a quick rinse.

Zhang Yunqin, the mother, cooked a few more dishes on the stove in the outer room: chicken stew with vermicelli, stir-fried potato slices with meat, and two cold dishes. Yu Dawei also showed off his skills, cutting off some of the three-layered pork belly from the wild boar meat and making braised pork, adding some potato chunks, and seven or eight eggs. The amount was huge, enough to fill a whole iron pot.

People from other surnames in the village, such as the old Jiang family in the front yard, the old Tian family in the west yard, and several branches of the old Zhang family in both the east and west yards, who have gotten along well with the Yu family in recent years, have also come over.

They always carried something with them, whether it was a small basket of eggs or frozen bean buns they had made early in the morning; none of them came empty-handed.

Even the head chef, Yu Damin, brought some dried ingredients for cooking, packed in a cloth bag. It was specifically for making pork stew, which could be considered a secret recipe.

With more people around, the room becomes especially warm, and when the door is opened, plumes of white steam waft out, accompanied by the aroma of cooking.

Fortunately, the old man's house had three rooms and two kangs (heated brick beds). There were two kang tables, one on the kang and one on the kang, and two large round tables on the floor, which was just enough for everyone to sit down.

There aren't many rules about eating in the village. The main thing is that men drink at one table and women chat at another. Of course, there are also tough women who sit next to a group of casual drinkers. If they really start drinking, they might not be any less capable than their own husbands.

In the eyes of the villagers, Yu Laonian was a rather old-fashioned person, so the task of livening up the atmosphere at these gatherings usually fell to Uncle Twelve. The older generation would eat things from the past at this table, and occasionally they would hear someone's embarrassing childhood story, and then they would burst into laughter.

Uncle Twelve had good relationships with everyone in the village, so no matter who he joked with, they wouldn't get angry. After going around in circles, everyone turned their attention to the person in question, Old Man Yu.

Uncle Twelve didn't stand on ceremony with him and started recounting stories about Old Man Yu's childhood.

(End of this chapter)