Chapter 33: Wild Boars Must Die (Seeking collections and monthly votes)

【Wish Fulfilled: A satisfying hunt. How dare mere "Three-Nos" act so wantonly in front of a "National Second-Class"? (Initially, the villagers of Zhangxizhen also thought they were just wild boars, but wild boars are not creatures that travel alone. They have become an infestation.)】

"Is there... also a wild boar problem in the Xia Dong region?" An Sheng, sitting on Laifu, couldn't help but reveal a look of suspicion and uncertainty as he saw what Old Chen was pondering before sleep.

Of course, what made An Sheng feel surprised was not whether wild boars existed in the Xia Dong region.

Wild boars are found all over the Xia Kingdom, but what truly made An Sheng feel surprised was that the high mountain forests of Jule City were all classified as cash crop planting zones, and the land had been reclaimed and constructed with large-scale irrigation systems.

The tea mountains here are not places untouched by human presence; in fact, every mountain has tea farmers stationed at the foot of the mountain to keep watch.

Shangpo Mountain... oh no, it's Dog-Head Ravine. The fact that there's a wild boar disturbance there really made An Sheng feel very surprised.

What kind of wild boar could be so bold as to run onto the land that tea farmers rely on for their livelihood to cause destruction?

Aren't you afraid that the tea farmers will get red-eyed and actually pull out a few earth-cannons to blast your mother?

Tea trees!

They are perennial plants that require meticulous care. If the mother tree used for tea production wins a grand prize at a tea competition,

then the price of the branches used for cutting and layering propagation is not a matter of a hundred or so yuan.

It's a matter of several hundred or even over a thousand yuan per cutting.

If the wild boars really root those tea trees to death, the tea farmer who contracted Dog-Head Ravine will truly be blood-raged.

It's no wonder Old Chen was thinking about the Dog-Head Ravine tea fields while he was sleeping.

Of course, there are many ways to deal with wild boars. For example, the hunter squads specially formed by the Public Security Bureau are specifically for handling these matters. For some fierce beasts that pose a danger to humans, the hunter squads will clear them out.

But the hunter squads are not a formal organization; they are composed of people who are good at hunting in the countryside and some who have retired from local positions, which can be considered a part-time nature.

Usually, the locals detect fierce beasts and then report them to the Public Security Bureau and the Forestry Bureau. After determining whether they are protected animals, they decide whether to set traps to capture them or directly seal the mountain and use firearms to hunt them.

Only after going through the above steps do they summon those experienced outlaws from the countryside, put on official hunter clothes, and form a group to go into the mountains to "hunt wild."

Right. An Sheng is willing to call them "hunting wild."

When An Sheng was running mountains in his previous life, he saw a local kill a black bear with one arrow, piercing its heart with a single shot.

Although there are no air guns now, with the addition of compound bows, those countryside wild kings are much fiercer than before.

But Old Chen is the village chief of Zhangxizhen, and he has many things to consider. Under non-essential circumstances, he would absolutely not invite those countryside wild kings over.

First, it's not compliant with regulations.

Second, it's damn illegal!

Those high-poundage compound bows, plus arrows that can directly shoot through wild boars, are all heavily modified.

And going through the process, waiting for the hunters—who are only part-timers anyway—to gather, takes at least a week at the fastest.

"Heh, if it were other fierce beasts, I would still need to consider it."

"But if it's wild boars, they're finished! I said it!"

"Old Chen, how can you sleep? There's still a wild boar disturbance on the mountain over there. Get up and lead the way for this master!"

An Sheng directed Laifu to run to the front of Old Chen's iron gate and had Laifu use the water hunting dog's iron tail.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

Laifu's iron tail clanged against the iron gate, startling Chen Fengshui, who had just fallen asleep, into jumping up. But he wasn't too panicked, instead saying irritably, "Who is it!"

As a venerable and respected village chief, Old Chen occasionally encounters situations where a young couple quarrels and both families start fighting, requiring him, the village chief and an elder of the Chen clan, to go out to mediate and stabilize the scene.

Therefore, Old Chen was relatively calm, and there was even a hint of helplessness.

And Old Chen's wife also walked out from another room to go out the door together.

The two of them are already getting on in age, and their sleep quality is actually not as good as before; they are very light sleepers and very easily awakened by the tossing or snoring of the person beside them in bed.

For people of an older age, sleeping in separate rooms might sometimes be a better choice.

"Who is it!"

Old Chen walked out of the house, but he didn't see a crowd full of anger outside the iron gate. He walked to the front gate with some doubt and looked outside through the fence.

"... Lord Fuli, you old gentleman, this is?"

Old Chen walked to the front of the gate and saw a small fox riding on a white Labrador. Old Chen immediately opened the gate with a speechless face, letting the Labrador and another black-and-white sheepdog in.

"Ying ying ying—"

An Sheng flipped off the dog, pointed at the two dogs, looked at Old Chen's wife, then pointed at himself, and then pointed at Old Chen, gesturing toward the direction of Shangpo Mountain.

Old Chen looked at Lord Fuli, was silent for a moment, and chose to take a mobile phone out of his pocket:

"Lord Fuli, I am just a mortal; you old gentleman should still move your fortune-making little hands!"

Old Chen could see that An Sheng should be leaving the two dogs at home and then letting himself and it go up the mountain together to do something unknown.

Having had the experience of tearing down a house with a fox, Old Chen was afraid that Lord Fuli would want to do something illegal or undisciplined again.

【I just heard from the dogs in the village that there is a wild boar disturbance on the mountain over there? I'm worried about Aqing's tea fields.】

【The world is broken and tattered; only the little fox is working hard to repair it. Zhangxizhen would fall apart without me.】

【Give my two great generals under my command, prepare wine and food, and Old Chen will accompany me up the mountain to slaughter the wild boars!】

An Sheng took the phone and used the "Fox One-Word Zen" to slowly type out a few lines of text, handing it back for Old Chen to see.

Old Chen took the phone and looked at it. After he finished reading all the text, he gasped, looked at Lord Fuli with a hesitant face, and said:

"That, Lord... I don't mean to question you, old gentleman, it's just that there is a not-so-light gap in the weight class between you and the wild boar. How about..."

From the villagers' visual estimation, the wild boar in Dog-Head Ravine should be around two hundred pounds, not a small pig.

A two-hundred-jin big wild boar, let alone a fox, is difficult for seven or eight adults without firearms to handle.

Facing Old Chen's questioning.

An Sheng didn't care, stood up on his hind legs, and kicked Old Chen on the knee.

"Hiss—" Old Chen immediately jumped up, clutching his foot, which had been kicked painfully by the fox, and gasped.

Whether Lord Fuli can handle it, the wild boar on the mountain might be a problem.

But hanging and beating himself with one hand, isn't that easy? Old Chen said with a mournful face, "Lord Fuli, please withdraw your divine powers!"

"Can't this old man accompany you for a trip?"

"Ying ying ying—"

An Sheng revealed an expression of "a child who can be taught," nodded at Old Chen, and signaled him to take him up the mountain.

"Hmph hmph hmph—"

An Sheng looked at Shangpo Mountain, revealed a cold sneer, and couldn't help but reveal a look of pride in his heart.

If...

If there were other fierce beasts on the mountain, An Sheng might not even bother to run up and down to drive them away for 1 point of wish power.

But wild boars are different!

An Sheng hates them!

When he was a salesperson in a company in his previous life, his resentment was heavier than an old ghost who had been dead for many years. When he went to Jin Ling on a business trip, he was crazily rooted in the buttocks by a little wild boar's nose on the bus.

When he went to the port area to attend an exhibition, An Sheng was almost hit by a running wild boar on the subway.

Until now, An Sheng still can't understand why there are wild boars in such a modernized big city?

Do the locals there like wild boars?

Otherwise, why teach wild boars to take the bus or swipe a transit card?

(End of this chapter)