The moment Yi Chichi and her companions received the news, they couldn't be bothered to work anymore. They quickly got off the kang, put on their shoes and light cotton jackets, and dashed toward the brigade headquarters.
Upon reaching the destination, they found a bustling scene, a cacophony of voices.
Aunt Ma cheerfully shouted with her loud voice, "This year we can have a great New Year."
Yi Chichi's eyes lit up; this meant a bountiful harvest.
She darted over to Aunt Ma, "Auntie, what did Uncle and the others hunt this year?"
"Twelve wild boars."
"Young Master Duo?"
Yi Chichi's voice changed with surprise. In previous years, they hunted wild boars but only one to three.
Then there were snow rabbits, roe deer, and pheasants.
Roe deer are naive and curious; an experienced hunter can easily capture them with certainty.
Pheasants are even more ridiculous; when startled, they bury their heads, a classic case of self-deception.
