Chapter 72: Business is coming already?

"you sure?!"

"Of course, even though I'm not from Chenjia Village, I grew up in Chenjia Village, how could I not know this?!"

An Wenjing said this with great confidence.

"Even if you haven't seen a deer, you must have seen a yellow leopard, right?"

"Muntjac? That's not right, some people also call it a fawn!"

An Wenjing understood now. She tilted her head to observe the footprints on the ground, which were not obvious at all, and sighed: "Brother Chen Hui, it would be a pity if you don't become a hunter with your eyes."

"With my marksmanship, I'd starve to death if I became a hunter."

After Chen Hui finished speaking, he pretended to look at it for a while and analyzed it to An Wenjing:
"This footprint is very small, it should be a small muntjac."

"Such a young muntjac would not normally move around alone, unless it got lost or was abandoned by its mother due to poor development."

"Look at the direction of the footprints."

Chen Hui followed the position of the toes of the footprint and slightly deviated it to the right front direction.

"Brother Chen Hui, look, are there any broken branches over there?!" An Wenjing pointed at a small shrub in front.

"It's amazing that you learned to observe so quickly."

"Let's go over and take a look. Move slowly so as not to scare it."

As Chen Hui spoke, he led An Wenjing slowly forward. He could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to the little muntjac.

Normally, animals have sharper perception than humans, otherwise they would have been eaten up long ago.

This little muntjac showed no intention of escaping, which made Chen Hui more certain of his guess.

It should be injured, but I can't guess the specific situation.

The two walked forward a few hundred meters, bypassing the bushes that blocked their view, and An Wenjing suddenly became excited.

He pulled Chen Hui, lowered his voice, pointed to the front and said: "Brother Chen Hui! It's true!"

They discovered the muntjac, and the muntjac naturally discovered them as well.

While calling for the female muntjac to come and save it, it tried to stand up and ran a few steps to the other side, then fell to the ground crying.

"Brother Chen Hui, it's injured and it can't run away!" An Wenjing became even more excited.

On this kind of mountain road, it is simply a pipe dream to expect to outrun a muntjac by running.

What could be more gratifying than to happen upon a muntjac that has injured its hoof and cannot run away?

"Let's go, let's go there."

Chen Hui pulled a handful of vines in his hand, and as he walked, he twisted the vines of varying thicknesses together, making them thicker and longer.

After falling down, the little muntjac tried to get up twice, and finally gave up struggling completely.

Huddled on the hillside, trembling as he watched the people approaching.

"It's really small, and it's still a baby muntjac."

An Wenjing wanted to reach out and touch it, but Chen Hui pulled her back, "Baby muntjacs can bite people, too."

Chen Hui stepped forward, sat astride the little muntjac, and used the vines in his hand to tie up the little muntjac's two front hooves and mouth several times.

He stepped on the muntjac's right hind hoof with one foot and raised the left one for observation.

The skin on the little muntjac's hind paw was broken. The wound was so deep that the bone could be vaguely seen, and blood was all over the surrounding fur.

It looks terrible, but luckily it's not broken.

"What's going on?!" An Wenjing came up to take a look.

"I don't understand. Take it back and find someone to see if it can be cured."

"This muntjac is too small, and there won't be much meat left after chopping it off. If we can cure it, we'll keep it alive. If we can't cure it, we'll raise it bigger before eating it." Chen Hui said.

"What if we can't cure it or keep it alive?" An Wenjing asked.

"Then what else can we do? We can only add one more piece of meat on the wedding day." Chen Hui laughed at An Wenjing's silly question.

The little muntjac felt very uncomfortable with its injured hoof being grabbed, and whimpered softly.

For safety reasons, Chen Hui also tied up its two hind legs, but considerately did not tie them on the wound. Chen Hui carried the little muntjac, and An Wenjing carried the basket.

The two of them went to An Wenjing's father's house to pay respects and then went down the mountain to go home.

"Hey! Chen Hui, did you hit this?!"

"You're so lucky, aren't you? You haven't finished eating the wild boar from yesterday? And you carried another one back from the mountain today?"

"No wonder he doesn't farm. What kind of farm would he farm if he has this much luck?"

Before entering the village, the prey on Chen Hui's shoulder attracted the attention of Chen Li, a fellow villager.

Chen Li is a well-known gambler in the village. If his wife hadn't stopped him, he would have gambled away all the rotten rice in the house.

His wife Li Alian was not a good person either. In the early years, she spread many false rumors about Lin Jiao, which were only stopped after she was beaten twice with a stick by Li Alian.

"I went to pay my respects to my father-in-law. He gave it to me!"

"If you want, take some good wine and food and go and kowtow to him. Maybe he will be happy and give you one too."

Chen Hui sneered and said something that Chen Li hated the most.

"Then you are a really good father-in-law."

The dead are the greatest.

Chen Li was most afraid of this kind of thing, so he didn't continue to tease her. He just responded with a smile and left.

"Hmph, this Chen Li is so annoying." After the man left, An Wenjing muttered softly.

"You should hate his wife more, right?" Chen Hui said.

An Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "They are both annoying as hell."

An Wenjing's family doesn't have a big shed, so it's okay to raise a rabbit, but it's not enough to raise a deer.

The two men placed the little muntjac in an unused chicken coop in front of Chen Hui's house, and then went to the county animal husbandry station to invite a veterinarian whose name on his badge was Lin Cheng to come and take a look.

"So young, only one or two months old, right?"

There was a desire to survive in the little muntjac's eyes, which made Lin Cheng's heart soften.

He untied the vines on the hind hoof and let Chen Hui hold the other hind hoof to prevent it from kicking.

He grabbed the injured hind hoof of the little muntjac and observed it for a while.

"This is a bite, but it doesn't look like it was bitten by a big creature."

As Lin Cheng spoke, he took out a pair of tweezers from the small box he brought with him and pulled apart the damaged fur of the little muntjac to take a look.

The little muntjac felt pain and struggled to stand up.

An Wenjing was quick-witted and immediately stepped forward to press it.

Lin Cheng turned his head and said to the little deer seriously, "Don't make a fuss. I'll give you some medicine and the pain will go away immediately."

Then he took out a large bottle of water from the box and rinsed the wound.

He took out another paper bag containing medicine powder, folded one end of the paper bag in half at a right angle, turned the suede down with his fingers, and sprinkled the medicine powder into the wound accurately.

Carefully put the injured foot of the little muntjac down.

He took out a few small bottles from the medicine box, poured a few pills out of each bottle, wrapped them in square white paper and handed them to Chen Hui.

"Dissolve this in water and give it to the dog. This is enough for five days."

After giving the medicine, Lin Cheng looked down at the little muntjac again.

He shook his head and said to himself, "Forget it. I don't think you can get the topical medicine. Don't struggle too hard or you'll break your bones."

"Comrade veterinarian, can this little deer's foot be healed?" An Wenjing asked while holding the little muntjac.

"The tendons are broken, but the bones are not broken."

"It won't kill him, but it won't heal him either. His leg will be lame from now on. Anyway, it's just food, so it's not a big problem."

As Lin Cheng spoke, he closed the medical kit and hung it on his shoulder. He glanced at the little muntjac and asked, "How old are you going to raise this muntjac before you slaughter it? Then sell me two legs."

The little muntjac tilted its head and looked at him, shock in its eyes.

(End of this chapter)