Chapter 65: A Wicked Thought

After Wang An finished speaking, he noticed that neither of the two women was paying him any mind; instead, both were staring intently at the wolf carcass!

And they both looked primarily worried—what was going on here?

Mu Xueqing worrying about him made sense; it was only natural for a wife to worry about her husband.

But what was up with Shen Wei worrying about him? Could it be that she had developed feelings after just one encounter?

To be honest, for someone like Wang An—who had spent the first half of his life in the underworld and the latter half behind bars, and who had only been reborn a few days ago—besides the five people in his own family, only Mu Xueqing was someone he truly had feelings for and truly cared about.

As for Shen Wei, it was just a mutual exchange of needs; she was someone he liked for his lower half. After all, this woman was inferior to Mu Xueqing in every way, but she was born with a natural allure that left a lingering, unique taste in his mind, and most importantly, she was very obedient.

Yet, the look of worry on Shen Wei's face didn't seem fake. Forget it, this was better; it saved him from having to play so many mind games, which was exhausting.

"Let's go, let's all head into the yard; don't just stand here!" Wang An said helplessly. Without waiting for them, he took the stallion by the reins and led it into the yard.

At this moment, the three black dogs were still barking wildly, straining desperately against the sled, pulling the tethering ropes taut as if they were about to pounce at any second.

Wang An let go of the reins and went up to soothe each of them properly, and only then did they settle down.

What was funny was the little black dog; hearing the big dogs stop barking, it pretended to be fierce and let out a few milky, aggressive barks at the sled.

When Wang An picked it up, it immediately stopped barking, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being held by him.

As the only puppy in its litter, the little black dog's advantages were clear; in just these few days, it had grown two sizes larger than the four little spotted dogs bought at the same time.

However, it was also an incredible eater; its portion at every meal was larger than that of the two spotted dogs combined. The family now called it "Rice Bucket."

After getting close with the pack of dogs, Wang An tied the stallion into the shed and scooped two bowls of feed for it. This stallion was giving Wang An more and more surprises.

The sight of it kicking, stomping, and biting the wolf was incredibly satisfying to watch; it was a real thrill.

This horse was simply a god of war among horses, the very embodiment of "awesome with lightning."

Emerging from the shed, his parents and younger brother Wang Yi were already gathered around the sled with Mu Xueqing and Shen Wei. The two little girls had just run out from the house.

He hugged the two little girls again, said a few words, patted their heads, and let them go play with the live roe deer on the side.

No one spoke; they silently began unloading the game.

Wang An broke the silence and said to Wang Da, "Dad, when you have time, pass by the blacksmith's and have him make a small iron rack for the little pot I take into the mountains—the kind that can fold."

After saying this, he didn't care about his father's reaction and turned to go into the house. The first thing he did was load the large Type 54 with bullets; he was growing more and more fond of this life-saving item.

There was no food ready at this hour, but Wang An was both sleepy and hungry. He walked to the outer room doorway and, acting like a big shot, shouted at the busy crowd:

"Which one of you is going to make me a bowl of noodle dough soup or something? I'm starving!" With that, he turned and went into the west room, lay down on the kang, closed his eyes, and immediately drifted into a dream.

His sleep was hazy and restless; from time to time, images of several wolves pouncing on him appeared.

Suddenly, he felt someone calling him by his ear. Wang An, who was busy fighting wolves in his dream, opened his eyes wide in an instant, only to find that the person in front of him was Shen Wei. "There are so many wolves, why the hell did you come here? Are you looking for death?"

After a moment, he distinguished reality from the dream. He sat up, rubbed his face hard with his hands, and finally regained his clarity.

"What are you doing? Is something the matter?" Wang An asked, looking at Shen Wei.

"I... I made the noodles for you. You... you should eat them while they're hot... eat them, then... then go back to sleep." Her words were stuttered again, and Wang An couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.

The main thing was that Wang An hadn't looked in a mirror; if he had, he might have known what was going on.

Just waking up, his eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets sunken, his expression ferocious, his hair a tangled mess, and his face covered in blood spots from fighting the wolves. His cotton-padded jacket was torn, and his whole body was covered in dirt and blood spots. Lying there, he looked like a corpse from a mass grave that had suddenly started talking!

It was truly, unusually terrifying.

"Oh," Wang An replied casually. Just waking up, his brain was a bit slow. He thought for a moment before remembering what had happened after he returned.

He got off the kang and found that only Shen Wei and he were in the room. He asked suspiciously, "Where are they? What did they go do?"

"Th-they, they are dealing with that roe deer!" Shen Wei replied.

Wang An nodded. Seeing that Shen Wei seemed a bit scared—though he didn't know what she was afraid of—and with no one else in the room, a wicked thought emerged.

He took a step forward, pulled Shen Wei over in a very domineering manner, and kissed her.

His hands certainly couldn't stay idle, and he reached directly inside her cotton-padded jacket.

Shen Wei, as expected, dared not resist or shout, just letting Wang An do as he pleased!

After a long while, Shen Wei finally straightened her jacket, her face flushed red, and she didn't dare to make a sound!

After Wang An washed up, he ate the noodles while sizing up Shen Wei, who was standing to the side.

He asked, "Why did you have time to come over today? Is everything okay with the child at home?"

After washing up, Wang An seemed to have fully returned to normal! It might also have been that Wang An's domineering behavior just now made Shen Wei feel that Wang An was no longer a talking corpse, but a living, breathing person!

Anyway, Shen Wei was no longer afraid, and her speech became normal: "My mother-in-law asked me to come over and help with some work. Although my mother-in-law is paralyzed, she can look after the child. Our child is very obedient and very easy to look after!"

"That's good!" Wang An nodded; this was her mother-in-law paying back a favor, then! He continued slurping his noodles.

After finishing the noodles, he put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, lay down on the kang, and started snoring!

Shen Wei glanced at Wang An and silently cleared away the bowl and chopsticks.

... At this time, in the vicinity of Sujiatun not far away, Wang An's brother-in-law, Mu Xueli, was not idle at all.

Mu Xueli was seen straddling a horizontal, thick tree trunk, leaning against another large tree, maintaining a posture of aiming his rifle. Beside the trunk lay a jumping cat and a pheasant, both dead, and both shot in the head!

Following the direction of the muzzle, about 300 meters away, a large yellow-haired boar was rooting in the snow under a walnut tree, looking for food.

Mu Xueli had discovered this by accident while chasing a pheasant. Because he was worried about wasting bullets, he thought he would try to get as close to the pheasant as possible before firing!

But when he scanned his eyes left and right, he saw the yellow-haired boar. Once he saw the boar, who would still chase a pheasant?

300 meters was not a short distance; people with poor eyesight could only see a blurry dot.

However, Mu Xueli's eyesight was truly excellent; he could clearly see it was a yellow-haired boar. He couldn't tell how many jin it weighed, mainly because he didn't dare to get closer, as he was currently in a position where the wind was slightly in his favor!

In fact, Mu Xueli knew more about the rules of mountain-chasing than Wang An. He also understood many of the basic skills of hunting, such as tracking.

Because Mu Xueli was the one who truly cared about hunting! He was the one who truly had an interest and hobby in mountain-chasing!

Whenever the hunters in the village chatted about anything related to mountain-chasing, he listened very seriously. When going into the mountains, he would be thick-skinned enough to follow along whenever he could; he would absolutely never give up any opportunity to enter the mountains!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to turn the act of gutting and butchering meat into an art performance!

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