"Keep the meat for food."
"Hides, bones, horns can all be sold for money," Old Hao reminded.
"Does Old Hao have a way?" Chen Mu's heart stirred, his face showing difficulty: "I'm new here, and I don't know how to deal with them."
"For such small things, it's not worth the trip to Tongtian Square."
"What if another Exotic Beast comes and ruins the Yellow Bud Rice Fields? Then these past few months will have been a waste."
Old Hao's eyebrows rose, a flicker of pleasure passing through his eyes: "If you trust me, you can leave it to me."
"Old Hao, I trust you!" Chen Mu smiled brightly.
Old Hao hesitated and nodded, feeling something off about that statement.
Forget it, making money is what's important.
Now that I'm strapped for cash, I can only resell some Exotic Beast Materials.
...
Three days later, in the evening, Old Hao folded the preliminarily processed hides and packed them together with the cleaned Exotic Beast bones.
