[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent":3,"chapter-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-33":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fox Has No Malicious Intent",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2340486,4575,"Chapter 33: The Wild Boar Must Die (Please Collect and Vote)","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-33",33,"\u003Cp>【Wish fulfilled: Hunt to your heart’s content—how dare these mere three-nothings act boldly before a Grade Two? (At first, the villagers of Zhangxizhen thought it was just a wild boar, but wild boars never travel alone. They’ve overrun the area.)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are there wild boars in Xiadong too?” An Sheng, sitting atop Laifu, watched Old Chen pondering before bed and couldn’t help but look startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, what startled An Sheng wasn’t whether wild boars existed in Xiadong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild boars were common throughout Xiaguo; what truly amazed him was that all the forests of Gaoshan City in Joyue were classified as economic crop zones, with land fully cleared and large-scale irrigation systems built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These tea mountains weren’t remote wilderness—each peak had tea farmers stationed at the foot to guard them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shougoujian—no, Upo Mountain—having wild boar trouble? That truly baffled An Sheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of wild boar dares rampage on land tea farmers depend on for survival?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t you fear the tea farmers, enraged, pulling out a few homemade cannons and blasting your mother to smithereens?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tea trees!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re perennial plants requiring years of meticulous care—if the mother tree wins a major prize in a tea competition,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cuttings and air-layered branches used for propagation aren’t worth a few hundred yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’re worth hundreds, even thousands, per branch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If wild boars truly killed those tea trees, the tea farmers who leased Shougoujian would fly into a bloodthirsty rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Old Chen was still thinking about the Shougoujian tea fields even as he slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there are many ways to deal with wild boars—for example, the hunter squad specially approved by the Anquan Bureau, who handle exactly these kinds of threats; they clear out any dangerous beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hunter squad isn’t a formal organization—they’re made up of skilled local hunters and retired locals, essentially part-timers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, when a dangerous beast is spotted, locals report it to the Anquan Bureau and Forestry Bureau; after determining whether it’s a protected species, they decide whether to set traps or directly seal the mountain and use firearms to kill it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after these steps are completed do they summon experienced local outlaws, dress them in official hunter gear, and send them in teams into the mountains to hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, An Sheng preferred to call them “hunters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, when he’d gone mountain trekking, he’d seen locals kill a black bear with a single arrow—piercing straight through the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though compound bows have replaced air guns, these local hunters are now far more formidable than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old Chen was village chief of Zhangxizhen—he had far more to consider, and under non-essential circumstances, he’d never summon these local hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, it’s non-compliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, it’s fucking illegal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those high-poundage compound bows and arrows capable of piercing wild boars? All illegally modified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And going through official channels, even to gather these part-timers, would take at least a week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were some other dangerous beast, I might think twice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But wild boars? They’re trash! I’m telling you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, how can you sleep? The wild boars are still rampaging up the mountain—get up and lead me there, damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng ordered Laifu to run to Old Chen’s iron gate and unleash the water retriever’s iron tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang—clang—clang—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laifu’s iron tail slammed against the gate, jolting Chen Fengshui awake—but he wasn’t overly startled, only grumbling, “Who is it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the respected village chief, Old Chen occasionally had to mediate domestic fights—sometimes whole families brawling—and he’d step out to calm things down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he remained calm, even with a hint of weary resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife also emerged from another room, joining him at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were elderly; their sleep quality had long since deteriorated—they woke easily from even a spouse’s shift or snore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For older people, separate bedrooms were sometimes the better choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen stepped out, but saw no angry crowd outside the gate. He frowned, walking to the front door and peering through the fence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.Fuli Lao Ye, what are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen stepped forward and saw a small fox riding a white Labrador, and he stared blankly before opening the gate to let the Labrador and the black-and-white shepherd dog inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng slid off the dog, pointed at the two dogs, then at Old Chen’s wife, then at himself, then pointed upward toward Upo Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen looked at Fuli Lao Ye, paused, then pulled out his phone from his pocket:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuli Lao Ye, I’m just a mortal—please use your divine hand to make me rich!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen could tell An Sheng had left the two dogs at home and wanted him to accompany the fox up the mountain for some unknown purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having experienced the fox’s home-destroying antics before, he feared Fuli Lao Ye might be planning another illegal act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I just heard the village dogs say there are wild boars rampaging up the mountain? I’m worried about Qing’s tea fields.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【The world is broken and crumbling, but only this little fox is trying to mend it—without me, Zhangxizhen would fall apart.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Give me my two top generals, serve wine and food, Old Chen—come with me to the mountain and kill those wild boars!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng took the phone and slowly typed a few lines using the fox’s one-character mantra, then handed it back to Old Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen took the phone, read every word, then sucked in a sharp breath and looked at Fuli Lao Ye with hesitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Ye, I don’t mean to question you, but there’s a huge weight difference between you and the wild boar—it’s probably two hundred jin. Maybe—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From villagers’ estimates, the wild boar in Shougoujian weighed around two hundred jin—not a small one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A two-hundred-jin wild boar? Even eight or seven adult men without firearms would struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Old Chen’s doubt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng stood upright and kicked Old Chen squarely in the knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—” Old Chen leapt up, clutching his sore foot and gasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Fuli Lao Ye could handle the mountain’s rogue boar was one question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But single-handedly thrashing him? That was effortless. Old Chen groaned, “Fuli Lao Ye, stop your magic!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll go with you, old man that I am!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ying ying ying—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng gave him a look of approval, nodded, and signaled for Old Chen to lead the way up the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph hmph hmph—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng gazed toward Upo Mountain, a cold smirk forming, his inner satisfaction already bubbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>some other dangerous beast were rampaging, An Sheng might not bother trekking up and down the mountain for just one wish point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wild boars were different!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Sheng hated them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he worked in sales, his resentment outweighed that of a dead ghost for years—he’d been on a business trip to Jinling, and on the bus, a little wild boar had frantically shoved its snout into his ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a trade show in the harbor area, An Sheng nearly got launched into the air by a charging wild boar on the subway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he couldn’t understand why wild boars existed in such a modern city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did locals actually like them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, why teach them to ride buses or tap their Bada Tong cards?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1210,"2026-06-20T23:19:16.017Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dab37e9b8d492077a8e912f543da36a84401332c857572d2c21704d91bfae9b2","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-34","the-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-chapter-32",354,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fox-has-no-malicious-intent-cover.jpg"]