Sold immediately after wearing it? I took my family and fled the famine.

Jiang Xing squatted down in his spot and dug for a while, filling his basket to about half full.

She straightened up, glanced past the crowd into the depths of the dense forest, and then walked in along the tracks left by the wild boar.

After walking about a few dozen steps, the trees became sparser, and the crevices on the ground became denser.

She stopped. There was fresh wild boar droppings on the ground, not yet completely dry. The hoof prints next to them were deeper and clearer than the ones she had seen yesterday, with fine bits of soil around the edges, showing no signs of being washed away by rain.

The adult boars weighed at least two or three hundred pounds, and there was more than one of them; they had just left recently.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Ma Dadan emerged from the woods, carrying a broadsword.

"Why did you come here alone?"

He walked over to her and followed her gaze into the depths of the forest: "What did you find?"

Jiang Xing pointed to the hoof prints and wild boar droppings on the ground.

Ma Dadan squatted down and took a look, his brows furrowing: "These are wild boar hoof prints?"

"Judging from the tracks, they probably just left. This yam slope is their food source; they'll come back."

"What are you planning to do?"

Jiang Xing didn't answer. She put down her basket, cut a few thick branches from the side, sharpened one end with a short knife, and moved quickly and steadily.

After tucking the broadsword back into his waistband, Ma Dadan squatted down and picked up a tree branch to try whittling as well. Although he had great strength, his finesse was not as good as Jiang Xing's. The sharp point he whittled was crooked and looked like a row of proper weapons next to a pile of misshapen gourds and dates next to the row that Jiang Xing had whittled.

The two chose a narrow passage along the animal trail where the wild boar hoof prints were most concentrated. They dug a deep pit in the middle of the pass and buried three sharpened wooden stakes at the bottom of the pit, with the pointed ends facing upwards, arranged in a triangular pattern.

Thin branches, withered leaves, and loose soil were laid on the surface of the pit, making it look exactly like the surrounding ground from above.

Jiang Xing then set up a second tripwire trap on another animal trail not far away.

The two worked for quite a while, and the sun had already begun to set, and the sky was starting to darken.

"Tomorrow morning." Jiang Xing stood up and patted the mud off his knees. "Come keep watch before dawn."

Ma Dadan nodded, about to say something, when he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xing also sensed that there was a pair of eyes watching them from behind.

She turned around and glanced down the hillside through the gaps in the bushes.

Deep in the dense forest, about thirty or forty paces away from them, there was a crooked pine tree. Behind the tree stood a figure, thin and tall, whose face was not clearly visible.

When the man noticed Jiang Xing turn around, he shrank behind a tree, then turned and left. His footsteps were very light and were quickly drowned out by the sound of the wind in the forest.

"Who?" Ma Dadan's hand was already on the hilt of his knife.

"I didn't see clearly." Jiang Xing withdrew his gaze. "It doesn't seem like they intend to make a move, but we should still be careful."

The two did not linger and walked back along the same route.

It was getting dark.

The yam-digging team was retreating down the mountain, their backs bent under the weight of the carrying poles, their burlap sacks bulging on their shoulders, and their baskets overflowing with yams.

Li Shitou's two burlap sacks were almost bursting at the seams. He carried them on a shoulder pole through the crowd, each step heavy, but a smile played on his lips.

Granny Zhao's basket was full, and she carried it on her head as she walked back, saying to the woman beside her, "I'll come again tomorrow."

"This yam looks much more filling than brown rice."

Everyone's face carried a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

Back in the cave, the village chiefs began distributing the yams from their own villages.

(The AI-generated comic series is out! This is season one. Please support it on Hongguo! The more popular it gets, the faster season two will be released! Comic series title: Fleeing Famine and Farming: I Win in Ancient Times by Stockpiling Goods)