"Aren't you going to sell the remaining four big ones?" The person looked at the four wild boars on the ground with longing eyes; they were all money after all.
Old Yang snorted, "The New Year is near, and we need some meat for the household. You should leave before it starts snowing."
"Hmph, so you're just sending me away? Don't you want the money?"
"Subtract the cost of the rice, flour, and oil, and hurry up and leave."
"Old Yang, are you still planning to go up the mountain again?"
"I'll give you the good stuff if there is any."
"That's more like it." The man took out six thousand yuan and handed it to Old Yang, leaving with a smile on his face.
This time Old Yang brought back three bags of rice, three bags of flour, and three large barrels of vegetable oil.
"I'm heading back first; you guys sort things out here." After speaking, Old Yang drove away. His back was cold as ice, feeling as if he wasn't wearing any clothes.
