Tran Mac made two trips back and forth, finally hauling all the wild boar meat back.
"Ah, Uncle, why is there so much meat? How much should this wild boar weigh?" Han An Nuong said in fright.
Tran Mac smiled, "Isn't there a scale in the house? Take it out and weigh it to see."
Han An Nuong really brought the scale over.
Separated and weighed, the total was over three hundred and fifty jin.
"Uncle, you're really amazing! You can even kill such a big wild boar." Han An Nuong looked at Tran Mac with a trace of shock in her eyes. Suddenly thinking of something, she said gently, "Uncle, when you were staying in the room lifting stones before, were you training your strength?"
Tran Mac nodded lightly, then moved a small wooden stool and sat in the main hall. He extended his hand and said, "Sister-in-law, bring the cleaver, and by the way, light the stove. While it's dark and no one is paying attention, let's stew all this meat until it's tender."
"Mm-hmm." Han An Nuong went to the kitchen like a wisp of smoke and brought the cleaver. Looking at the pile of wild boar meat on the ground, she sighed, "What a pity, this wild boar skin. If it were tanned properly, it could sell for at least one guan of money."
Tran Mac's expression stiffened. He suddenly remembered reading in a historical novel that in ancient times, cowhide and pigskin were considered strategic materials, capable of being made into armor, and there was no worry about selling them.
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[Nourishing meat consumption +0.05, Nourishing Blood Technique experience +0.05.]
[Nourishing meat consumption +0.05, Nourishing Blood Technique experience +0.05.]
[...]
Wild boar meat, in fact, wasn't very tasty. The meat quality was too tough, and it had a gamy smell.
Most importantly, there were no de-gaming aromatics in the house; eating it was too gamy.
However, for someone who had eaten vegetarian food for nearly a month, whose mouth was about to become bland and tasteless, it was completely bearable, even negligible.
Tran Mac ate until he was overly full before stopping.
[Name: Tran Mac.]
[Age: 16.]
[Cultivation Technique: Nourishing Blood Technique (Entry 16.7/100).]
[Realm: None.]
[Strength: 7.]
[Skill: Thien Hop Saber Technique (Perfection. If breakthrough is needed, please increase personal strength to 30.).]
Without exaggeration, he ate over five jin in this one meal.
His stomach was bulging.
...
For the next three days, Tran Mac maintained the level of eating ten jin of meat every day.
He naturally knew that eating so much meat daily would increase the risk of high blood lipids and arteriosclerosis.
But he couldn't wait to find out what effect it would have when the Nourishing Blood Technique's entry experience reached one hundred.
In fact, he could eat even more each day.
But doing so would require consuming a large amount of energy to absorb and digest this food, which would place a great burden on the body. Ten jin a day was the current limit he could bear.
Afternoon of the next day.
Tran Mac was training in his room.
The courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open by someone.
Han An Nuong was washing dishes in the kitchen. She went to the door to look, her face turned pale with fright. She grabbed the cleaver and went into Tran Mac's room, saying flusteredly, "Uncle, Vuong Ma Tu is here! And he brought many people!"
Han An Nuong was terrified, immediately thinking of the scene two months ago when Vuong Ma Tu barged in, and Uncle, to protect her, was knocked unconscious by Vuong Ma Tu's kick.
Tran Mac's eyes turned cold.
Actually, after his body had trained, he had wanted to find Vuong Ma Tu for revenge.
But Han An Nuong told him, Vuong Ma Tu hung out with the village ruffians all day, and often wandered around from village to village, stealing, teasing widows, with no fixed abode.
He was only one person, so he temporarily endured it, waiting for his strength to increase before seeking revenge.
He really didn't expect Vuong Ma Tu to come looking for trouble today.
Tran Mac picked up the wood-chopping knife, reached out to support Han An Nuong's shoulder, let her sit on his bed, and said, "Sister-in-law, you stay in my room. I'll go handle it."
Saying so, he walked out of the room.
"Uncle, be careful." Han An Nuong said from behind, then hurriedly leaned against the window, tightly gripping the cleaver in her hand.
Vuong Hi's physique was burly and imposing. Half his face had pockmark scars left from childhood. He was a bit taller than Tran Mac. He brought five men; three were village ruffians, the other two from another village.
Entering the small courtyard, they were about to rush into the room. Tran Mac, holding the long-handled wood-chopping knife, blocked them.
"Yo, Bro Mac, you really haven't been beaten enough, huh? Haven't learned any lesson at all. Still dare to act tough in front of Bro Vuong Hi?" The accompanying Luu Nhi Cau stepped forward, wanting to teach Tran Mac a lesson. As for the wood-chopping knife in Tran Mac's hand, he didn't pay it half a mind.
However, he was stopped by Vuong Hi, who said, "Nhi Cau, how are you talking to my brother-in-law?"
Vuong Hi surprisingly postured as if he already considered Han An Nuong his woman.
"Bro Mac, did you hear? For Sister-in-law Han's sake, follow Bro Vuong Hi from now on, and you'll eat well and drink well from now on," Luu Nhi Cau said like a hooligan.
The ruffians behind him laughed and said, "Bro Mac, why don't you call Sister-in-law Han out for Bro Vuong Hi to see?"
Tran Mac's face was cold, saying nothing. He had already made up his mind: if any of them dared to take another step, he would definitely slash down with his knife.
Vuong Hi naturally didn't take Tran Mac seriously. However, he came this time with his own calculations. He said, "Bro Mac, I came this time to tell you something important. Before the heavy snow sets in, I plan to organize all the able-bodied young men in the village to go hunting in the mountains. This hunting tax can't be paid for nothing. For An Nuong's sake, come up the mountain together the day after tomorrow. I will take care of you."
"Not going." Tran Mac refused directly without thinking.
"Bro Mac, am I giving you too much face? Let me ask you again, are you going or not?" Luu Nhi Cau pointed at Tran Mac's nose and said.
"Not going," Tran Mac said.
"I'll f*** your mother!" Luu Nhi Cau directly raised his palm and slapped towards Tran Mac's face.
But Tran Mac struck first, kicking Luu Nhi Cau in the chest. Luu Nhi Cau didn't react in time, was directly kicked staggering back several steps, caught by the ruffians.
"Still f***ing dare to fight back! Brothers, get him together!" Being kicked by the village bookworm, Luu Nhi Cau felt extremely humiliated, called out to the ruffians beside him, wanting to advance together.
"Clang!"
Tran Mac chopped his knife into the main door; a piece of the door was directly chopped off. "Come on, let me see who dares to come up."
Tran Mac truly wasn't afraid of them. He wasn't someone who had never fought before. Thinking back, when his father's business competitors snatched business, couldn't win outside, so gathered dozens or hundreds of people to cause trouble at the "battlefield." Each carrying choppers and clubs, he hadn't been scared then either.
With Tran Mac acting like this, Luu Nhi Cau and the others were truly intimidated. Yet their mouths were still unafraid: "Come on! If you have guts, give me a slash!"
Necks stretched out, yet feet dared not advance, only their eyes looking towards the leader, Vuong Hi.
Vuong Hi frowned slightly: "Bro Mac, I'm doing this for your own good. At that time, whoever goes up the mountain will be considered to have contributed. When prey is caught, everyone can get a share of the meat. But if you don't go, you won't get a share."
"Not going," Tran Mac refused again.
Hearing this, Vuong Hi's face darkened.
Luu Nhi Cau then took the opportunity to shout again: "Bro Vuong Hi, this kid refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit! Let's go together and teach him a good lesson!"..