Lin Feng had encountered a real expert this time, he would have been in danger.
Unfortunately, this young man's strength was too weak.
The steel fork thrust out by the young man appeared somewhat slow in Lin Feng's eyes.
Lin Feng pressed down hard with both hands, striking the steel fork.
With a bang, the steel fork sank downward and missed its target.
Using the force of this strike, Lin Feng's body rose even higher, actually jumping over the young man's head.
Just as Lin Feng was about to leap over the young man's head, he used a move in the air called 'Bear Paw Crushing Melon'.
Bang, Lin Feng's palms heavily struck the young man's ears.
The young man's brain was shaken into a mass of paste, his eyes bulged out, almost popping, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.
Lin Feng dragged the young man to the middle-aged man's side, searched both their bodies, and found five taels of silver and a sheepskin map.
Lin Feng opened the map and looked.
It was a hunting map marking the habitats of various animals.
The area covered wasn't far, located on the edge of Dahei Mountain.
This map was quite useful to Lin Feng.
He'd only been to areas familiar to his father; he hadn't explored other parts of Dahei's periphery.
With this hunting map, it would be much more convenient.
It marked areas where wolves, tigers, venomous snakes, black bears, and other fierce beasts often roamed.
Hunters usually avoided those places.
But this hunting map, in Lin Feng's hands, was different; he could go straight to the marked areas to hunt fierce beasts.
His targets were tigers, wolves, and the like.
Small animals like pheasants and rabbits weren't enough to fill the gaps between his teeth; he didn't care for them.
Lin Feng examined the man's hunting bow, which was much worse than the one passed down in his family.
He took eight arrows from the middle-aged man's quiver but left the hunting bow and steel fork.
Lin Feng felt no burden for killing two people.
That was the way of the world.
Social order was chaotic, and danger lurked everywhere.
Had he not dodged the middle-aged man's cold arrow, he'd have been the one searched, disappearing into Dahei Mountain like his father, leaving behind a family of the old, weak, women, and children.
Lin Feng felt even the village was becoming unsafe.
The town was safer, but the Iron Rod Gang controlling it was not on good terms with him.
When the chance came, he'd still have to move to the county seat.
He didn't care about the two bodies.
Soon, wild animals would come and return them to nature.
Lin Feng found his coat and put it on.
The clothes he bought yesterday already had two holes.
The holes were unsightly; he'd ask his wife to mend them when he returned.
...
Lin Feng carried the large wild boar back.
The boar was too heavy, and Lin Feng's speed slowed; it took an hour to reach the village.
As he entered, villagers exclaimed in surprise.
"My goodness, how did Lin's eldest son hunt such a big wild boar? It must weigh eight hundred to a thousand pounds."
"Lin's eldest son is promising, able to hunt such large prey."
"Truly, like father, like son. When Little Feng's father was around, he was a famed hunter."
"Little Feng's strength is great, carrying that wild boar down the mountain."
"Lin's eldest son is amazing—great kung fu and the best hunting skills in nearby villages."
Soon, a crowd followed Lin Feng to watch the excitement.
Hunter Xu asked, "Lin's eldest son, how did you hunt such a big wild boar?"
Lin Feng smiled, "Just luck!"
Aunt Lin, seeing the big wild boar, wanted to buy meat to stew for her grandson.
She asked, "Little Feng, your family can't eat it all. Are you selling some?"
Lin Feng thought about it; his family couldn't finish it, and curing would be hard.
Better to sell some—benefit villagers and gain goodwill.
Most of Little River Village's people were kind and simple.
Last time, when his mother and wife tried going to the city, villagers stopped them; who knows what might've happened otherwise.
Though a bully borrowed grain from him and no one helped, it wasn't the villagers' fault.
Who'd fight for unrelated people?
Aunt Lin smiled, "Little Feng is honest. This price is generous.
This boar could sell for twenty copper coins a pound in the city.
Selling for ten is like getting a pound free.
I'll be cheeky and buy ten pounds."
Hearing the bargain, other villagers joined in to buy pork.
"When Little Feng's father was here, he cared for villagers.
Little Feng is the same.
No wonder the Lin family is prosperous—it's from virtue and good deeds."
"The Lin family did great deeds for Little River Village.
Once, a wolf pack entered the village.
Little Feng's father shot over a dozen wolves with one bow, driving them off.
If not for him, half the village might've been lost."
Lin Feng gave them benefits, expecting no return.
A simple tip-off in danger would be enough.
Lin Feng carried the boar into the courtyard.
His mother, cleaning, was shocked, "Little Feng, how did you hunt such a big wild boar? Your father never did."
Lin Feng dropped the boar, "Mom, just luck. It fell in a trap.
I caught it and got a smaller one too."
He told her he planned to sell pork to the villagers.
She supported it.
Days ago, Mother Lin might've objected.
Now that Lin Feng brought silver home often, the family wasn't short.
She believed Lin Feng could earn more.
The children were scared of the huge boar and hid.
Only foodie Little Sanbao wasn't afraid.
Drooling, he said, "What a big boar! How long to eat it all?"
He touched the boar.
Seeing it wasn't moving, the other kids gathered curiously.
When Sanbao heard Lin Feng was selling pork, he got upset.
He tugged Lin Feng's clothes.
Lin Feng looked down.
Sanbao said, "Daddy, I want pork. Don't sell it—keep it for me."
Lin Feng picked him up, "Don't worry, Daddy will save pork for you.
But how much can your little belly eat?"
Sanbao counted, "I'll eat a bit daily and finish it."
Lin Feng laughed, "It'll spoil before then.
Be good—Daddy guarantees you'll have pork every meal."
While the Lin family courtyard was filled with joy, a discordant voice rang out.
"We're all villagers—why charge for pork? Just give everyone a few pounds."