As the sun sets in the west, so does dusk. In this mountain village in the twilight, everything is so beautiful.

Watching the mountain village in the distance gradually fade, the birds stopped perching and laughing. The countryside was dyed golden in the slanting light of the setting sun, and black cooking smoke rose on the roofs of people's houses.

At the edge of the stream in the distance, a group of men took off their shirts with their trouser legs and washed away the mud and fatigue of the day in the stream. Children were running around in groups, playing.

A big man who was rubbing his back in the stream beckoned to a few people who were walking in the distance: "Dashan, we have received a lot of goods today! I have hunted several pheasants and hares.

Walking to the stream, the sturdy young man led by several people twisted a few pheasants in his left hand and a few hares in his right hand and said with a smile on his face: "Good luck today, Uncle Yang, you can take one back to make up for Erya's body!

The man named Uncle Yang refused in his mouth: No need, no need. But the hand was very honest to take a pheasant handed over by the young man named Dashan.

The people around looked at the pheasant in Uncle Yang's hand, and their eyes were full of envy.

After all, in this small mountain village, most people are still relatively poor. Meat is still relatively rare, even if the oil eaten on weekdays is only vegetable oil, even if you go to the county to sell some crops, you don't dare to buy meat, only during the festival and the New Year.

After the men had washed up, they each carried their own farm tools or game, and returned to the village with their children, probably thinking that their mother-in-law had already prepared dinner and was waiting for their return.

An old man with a dry tobacco in his hand hurriedly ran over from the other side of the stream and called: "Wait, wait, wait." The old man spoke so quickly, and he didn't forget to take a few puffs of the dry tobacco in his hand.

The villagers, who were about to go home, stopped and looked back at the comer. The young man named Dashan turned around and asked, "Uncle Yan, what's wrong?"

The old man took a few puffs of the dry tobacco in his hand, spit out a large puff of white smoke, and said proudly: "Do you know? My son and the son of the old man Mo hunted two big wild boars, and I ask you to help carry them!"

Uncle Yang asked excitedly, "Where are you?" Take us there. Everyone was immediately excited.

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In the middle of a clearing in the dense forest, two teenagers lay on the ground panting, and not far from the ground there was a huge pit with two huge wild boars in the pit.

The wild boar was pierced by the iron spears in the pit, like two huge hedgehogs. The pit was crimson, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

The gray-black mane covered the body, and the two long fangs in the mouth were exposed, exuding an extremely rough aura on the body. It's scary to look at.

A tall and sturdy young man with dark skin said intermittently: Brother Mo ~ this time.. We.. Can... It's too big! Almost.. Almost.. I didn't finish playing with myself.

The young man on the other side laughed: "Brother Mo and I have a sense of proportion, can I ask you to do this? When did you see something I couldn't handle?

The two teenagers were chatting without saying a word, and by the way, they also recovered their strength. Then he heard a noisy sound in his ears, and when he heard the sound, he saw a group of people approaching under the guidance of an old man with a dry cigarette in his mouth.

Yo! Xiaomo, Xiaoran can do it! You two can actually get such a big wild boar! It's still two, it's amazing!

Seeing that Dashan's face was full of excitement, he helped the two of them up as he spoke, and asked again: You are not injured, are you?

The young man named Xiaomo waved his hand and said: Brother Dashan, we are fine, but we are a little out of strength, I wanted to bring a wild boar over, but I didn't expect two to come, and I was chased by these two animals for most of the mountain, and finally introduced into the trap.

Everyone praised the two of them for having such courage and skills at a young age, the young man named Xiaomo had a bright smile on his face, but the young man named Xiaoran scratched his head shyly and smiled innocently.

Seeing that the two were fine, everyone worked together to get the wild boar out of the pit.

A big man sighed and said with a smile: This time, Old Man Mo and Uncle Yan are living well in their house! There is meat in a sudden! If you take it to the town to buy it, you can still keep the money for you two to marry your daughter-in-law! Don't be stingy, you two have to let everyone taste the smell of oil and water.

When they heard this, everyone started to shout, "Hahaha!" Yes, our intestines are almost rusty.

The young man patted the dirt on his body and said: Uncle Qiangzi, you have fast legs and feet, you go back to the village first, ask everyone to hurry up and prepare a bonfire, and tonight we will have a bonfire barbecue in our village.

Normally, anyone in the village who hunts a large game will call everyone to share some food. This is also a tacit rule in this small mountain village.

A tall, sturdy man said, "Okay!"

As night fell, when the group had just entered the village carrying two wild boars, they saw the fire flickering in the village.