Mrs. Zhang looked at Zhang Chen with her eyes and started rambling: "You don't have to worry about us, the three of us can always survive, you're the one who's really in a bind. Make sure you eat first, and if you have extra game, sell it for money and save up for a wife."
Zhang Chen smiled without arguing. In these chaotic times, silver coins are useless stones, how can anything be more important than filling your belly?
Zhang Chen shouldered the fur and took his leave, not returning to the village, but heading directly into the mountains. After absorbing the blood of the roe deer, he felt invigorated, his face beaming with joy as he headed into the mountains, checked his traps, but found them empty, then began training the hunting falcon in the hills.
As dusk approached, Zhang Chen fed the hunting falcon again before descending the mountain with a basket on his back, only to find Wang Wu, covered in mud, sitting on the ground cursing loudly halfway down.
