Zhao Yu and Gao Jian went their separate ways, heading in different directions. Winter was approaching, and hunting in the mountains was going to be a difficult task.
There were still some prey, but not much in quantity. The villagers needed to keep most for themselves, so there really wasn't much available for trade.
Zhao Yu did not want to wait until that moment, frantically searching for things. As it happened, Shen Jie knew how to smoke meat, so he could just let her make some smoked meat, which made mailing it back home more convenient.
The villagers who traded with him took a few extra glances at the game in his hands.
Zhao Yu didn't avoid their looks, as people in this line of work understood the rules and wouldn't ask whom he had bought it from.
And so, Zhao Yu returned home with his hands full, carrying large and small bags. Thankfully, the weather was cold at this time, and unless necessary, nobody wanted to venture out.
