Lu Changhong had only an old mother at home. He took two pheasants and a hare, and asked for thirty pounds of wild boar meat. Taking advantage of the deep night, he hurried back home. Lu Jiasheng rubbed his hands, feeling very embarrassed. He hadn't contributed much, especially with the wild boar, which was almost entirely caught by Changhong and his older brother. Today, he really reaped more than expected. He had previously dared not to split the family, afraid that he couldn't get by; surprisingly, he and Jinghao were able to live so well.
He carried a pheasant and three hares, and shouldered a back leg of the pig, hurrying back home in the night, his heart warm and his steps light. He could already imagine how happy Jinghao would be when she saw this.
"Xiaobin, we still have so much left. Take a front leg, and take as much of the meat and ribs as you like. Also, take any hare and pheasant you want."
