It wasn't hard to catch a tiger. The hard part was overcoming the fear of ferocious beasts.
Most hunters didn't catch tigers, because it was enough to hunt small game. If they had to fight a tiger, many hunters would do it together. The inexperienced ones would never fight a tiger.
With Su Sanlang asking so many questions, Zhou Anding and his son could guess that if he had not been forced into a corner, he would not be going into the mountains to hunt tigers.
Su Sanlang watched as Madam Zhao smeared the blood. He swallowed and hid the two children. He said, "Chong, Hua, when the tiger comes later, don't be afraid, okay? When Father asks you to hit it, just hit it hard."
Su Chong and Su Hua nodded. "Okay."
They had always been obedient.
Su Sanlang stroked their hair and hid quietly.
The fresh blood was carried far by the snowy wind.
There seemed to be something attractive in the smell of blood.
