Snort~ Snort~
Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly as he was about to sleep.
A series of snorting sounds reached his ears.
The snorting sounds accompanied by the stamping footsteps on cultivated land were getting closer and closer.
And finally stopped.
Stopped right in the field where wheat seeds had just been sown.
Lynn quickly got up, pushed the door open, and walked out of the wooden house.
He looked out.
In the farmland dozens of meters away, five or six strong black wild boars were foraging.
The ridge-rowed cultivated soil was directly uprooted by the wild boars, their black tongues licking the wheat seeds clean from the soil.
The snorts were the sound of wild boars feeling satisfied from foraging.
It was still early spring, and food in the forest was scarce.
Wild boars would go everywhere in search of food.
Including the farmland just cultivated by farmers!
Red, holding a horn bow, strode over to Lynn.
