As soon as Old Man Wu left, Wu Zhongbao immediately came to life, bustling over to Wang Yongzhu's side, "Wang family sister, I've heard that you killed more than a dozen wolves alone in the mountains? Is this dried wolf meat made from those wolves you killed?"
Wang Yongzhu was startled and didn't quite understand where Wu Zhongbao had heard such news, but she honestly nodded.
"That's great! Look, when you have time, could you take me with you when you go wolf hunting in the mountains again?" Wu Zhongbao's eyes shone as he looked at Wang Yongzhu.
Wang Yongzhu nearly couldn't hold back being stared at with such pleading eyes by such a fierce, bushy-browed, big man.
It was really too much for the eyes.
But for the sake of those ten or so acres of their own land, even if Wu Zhongbao said he wanted to hunt a tiger, she would have to agree.
She nodded, "Sure! When autumn comes, we'll go into the mountains, and I'll send you a message!"
