"Is everyone here?"
"Wang Er, have you forgotten the rules of entering the mountains? Where are the red cloth and the grains? Go find them quickly…"
"What are you crying about, it's just for a couple of days!"
Early in the morning, Village Chief Zhou was shouting outside the courtyard.
At this moment, he had changed into hunting attire made of coarse hemp and animal fur, which, although tattered, provided excellent camouflage.
With a bow on his back, a knife at his waist, and ropes and other tools, he was clearly an experienced old hunter.
Unlike other places, in the remote Dragon Pond Village, physical prowess was more important for becoming the village chief, and Zhou had been the most formidable hunter in recent years.
He originally planned to take only two people, but the incident that occurred yesterday made him change his mind and organize a small team instead.
If this matter was not resolved, the entire Dragon Pond Village would have to relocate.
