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As the festival approached, Yu Suihuan's two older brothers, Yu Qingsong and Yu Songbai, returned from the military. There was no time for them to rest; the family packed their bags and boarded a train heading to Heihei Province.
"Hey, Yu Songbai, how old are you now? Still not behaving properly?"
When Yu Qi heard that Yu Songbai was taking Wang Heng and Wang Yan up the mountain to hunt, she hurried after them.
"Mom, I'm going too! You can trust me!"
"Qing Song, why are you following him into trouble?"
Yu Qi never expected her eldest son would join in on the mischief.
"Mom, don't worry! It's really fine. Wang Zhaoran, let's go!"
Since arriving at Shigou Village and learning he had two new nephews, Yu Songbai was thrilled. In the army, he was always under someone else's command. With these two boys around, he suddenly felt like the big brother, and it was quite enjoyable.
Seeing that persuasion was futile, Yu Qi decided not to intervene further and went inside to chat with the Two Grandmas.
Yu Suihuan had also wanted to go hunting but was assigned to accompany the family into town to buy supplies, which left her feeling helpless. However, considering everyone's safety, she released Lai Fu and brought along several large dogs to join them.
"Brother, let's not rush up the mountain just yet; we need to gather some gear first!"
Wang Zhaoran led the group through winding paths until they stopped at an inconspicuous little mud house at the eastern end of the village.
"Old Master Wang, are you home?"
An elderly man with a hunched back emerged from behind the door, wearing a thick cotton coat. He was startled to see so many unfamiliar faces at his doorstep.
"Old Master Wang, it's Lai!"
Wang Zhaoran knew that calling him by his formal name wouldn’t work; however, when he introduced himself as Lai, the old man immediately recognized him.
"Oh, it's Lai! What brings you here?"
Old Master Wang struggled to straighten his back but found it difficult; he had been stooped for many years.
"Sir, I’d like to borrow an air gun from you to take a stroll in the woods!"
Wang Zhaoran lowered his voice and leaned close to Old Master Wang's ear.
"Ah?"
The old man not only had a hunchback but also seemed hard of hearing.
"Sir, let's talk inside!"
Wang Zhaoran's voice was loud enough for Wang Daye to finally hear him.
Inside the house, a small stove was burning, making it quite warm. The walls were adorned with various animal skins and bone artifacts, along with a bow hanging nearby. It seemed that Wang Daye had been a hunter in his youth, and everyone was captivated by the trophies scattered around the room.
"Old Woman, boil some water!"
The old man sat down and picked up a basket to roll some tobacco, giving instructions to the Old Lady.
"Aunt, don’t bother too much; we just came to borrow a gun for a trip into the woods. Sir, could we possibly use your air gun?"
"Of course, why not?"
The old man stuck out his tongue and licked the rolling paper.
"But there's one thing: you can't use it carelessly right now. If someone catches you with it, you can't say I gave it to you!"
"Don't worry; I know how to handle this. Just be ready; I'll bring you a Roe Deer to go with your drink."
"Hey! Young people love to boast; we'll see if we can catch something!"
After bidding farewell to Wang Daye, the group of five men and six dogs set off into the woods in high spirits. In fact, at this time of year, many villagers would also venture into the mountains for winter hunting, preparing for what was to come.
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