He ducked into Novice Village, rode a red rabbit and ran outside the woods to the north of the village. From his storage compartment, he took out a pheasant, bled it and hung it on the trunk of a birch tree one meter away.

But after waiting for more than an hour, the wild boar was not seen walking out of the circle of light.

Thinking about it carefully, Chu Xiangqian shook his head helplessly. From the looks of it, the smell of blood would not attract wild boars.

I put down the Garand rifle in my hand and was about to go back to Novice Village when suddenly there was a noise.

Chu Qianqian looked up and saw that the wild boar from before had already rushed out of the circle of light and rushed towards the pheasant.

Chu Xiangqian's face lit up, he raised the Garand rifle in his hand and shot the wild boar in the head.

With the sound of a "bang" gunshot, the wild boar, which weighed at least 350 kilograms, was already running. It seemed as if it was hit hard by something, its limbs went limp, and it fell to the ground and slid for several meters before stopping.

The voice of 100 experience points also came from my mind.

Put the wild boar into your storage compartment, it's almost 12 o'clock.

After waiting for a while, after all the wild monsters, fruits, and aquatic products were refreshed, Chu Qianqian repeated his old tricks and hunted a 320-pound wild boar again.

Then I went to the hills to the south and tried to lure the black bear out.

Unfortunately, after waiting and waiting, we still failed.

Cursing in his heart, Chu Qianqian could only ride the red rabbit back to Novice Village, played with Da Zhuang, Red Bull, and the pony for a while, and then left Novice Village to sleep.

Early the next morning, Chu Xiangqian was practicing boxing in the yard when a warning came from the tit.

Soon, from the sight of the tit, Qin Huairu was seen walking this way in a hurry.

Chu Qianqian glanced at his watch. It was only after 7 o'clock. He secretly wondered if the Qin family village was short of food and that people were starving to death?

After a while, Qin Huairu pushed the door open, turned around and closed the door.

Seeing Chu Qianqian standing in the yard practicing boxing, he didn't care about that much and asked eagerly, "Qianqian, how much food can I exchange for the old things I brought back yesterday?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xiangqian knew that his guess was correct, and only when he was about to starve to death would the owner of that landscape painting be willing to take out the painting.

"How many do you want?"

Qin Huairu was stunned, then she grabbed Chu Qianqian's arm and said happily, "If there are 100 kilograms of food stamps, the village can take the food stamps and money and go to the commune to exchange for about 500 kilograms of sweet potatoes.

With this food, not only can a few families in the village who are about to starve to death be able to survive, but other people's lives will not be so difficult."

Chu Xiangqian was not reluctant to part with 100 kilograms of food stamps and 18 yuan.

You can exchange the previous pound of white flour for at least 6 pounds of sweet potatoes.

After hearing Chu Xiangqian's question, Qin Huairu couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "My lord, you really don't know how serious the food shortage down there is.

I was able to exchange for 500 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and it was only through my connections that I was able to exchange so much from the commune."

Only then did Chu Xiangqian realize that the more ordinary people are reluctant to eat white flour and rice, the more sweet potatoes are becoming in short supply.

"Wait for me", went back to the house and took out 100 kilograms of food stamps and 50 yuan from the storage compartment.

When he went out to hand it over to Qin Huairu, he asked again, "Have you figured out how to explain the origin of these 100 kilograms of food stamps?"

Qin Huairu nodded hurriedly, counting the food stamps, and said, "I was in the village yesterday and discussed it with the village chief, my father and my uncle.

Let’s just say that these food stamps were obtained by an old bachelor in our village who was over 30 years old with a different surname, and exchanged them for the painting I brought back yesterday at the night market.

As long as nothing happens, the village will decide to marry the young widow who died the year before last and was driven back to the village by her parents-in-law.

Seriously, that little widow is still my cousin.

If anything happens, he will be the one to bear it. And you didn’t know that the two of them actually got along well last year.

If my cousin hadn't been pregnant with a child, Chen would still be reluctant to take out that painting."

When Chu Xiangqian heard this, he felt relieved. His surname, marriage, and only child were enough reasons for the man named Chen to bear it.

Besides, going into the night market to exchange things is not enough to warrant being shot.

If most of the village pleads for him, judging from the current situation, there is a high probability that this matter will go unsolved.

But when the storm comes, it will be hard to say.

Chu Xiangqian thought about the food stamps he had stored in the storage compartment. There should be 540 kilograms left. He wanted to take out 100 kilograms of food stamps and 100 yuan from his pocket again to exchange for a few more Mr. Li's paintings.

But then I thought about it, giving food stamps is not as safe as giving money.

With money, Chen will definitely have to go to the pigeon market in the commune.
Chapter completed!