Mu Yangling pursed her lips and smiled. She said in a low voice, "Uncle, you can't tell anyone about this."
Mu Yangling would only call Liu Ting 'Uncle' when she had something to ask of him. Liu Ting looked at Mu Yangling, who had already reached his chin and looked like a grown-up girl. He stroked her hair with mixed feelings and said, "Do you think the elders in the clan don't know what you're thinking?"
Mu Yangling snorted. "It's fine as long as they don't go around telling everyone. Besides, when have I ever let them suffer a loss?"
Actually, Mu Yangling could just carry the wild boar back to her house and call the 12 people who helped her work over to kill the pig and split the pork. This way, although the people in the clan would be envious when they saw them carrying the pork back, they would not be jealous. This was because they had received the pork for their work, which was similar to a salary.
