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Wei Dong said he would spend five taels of silver to buy the dead rabbit.
Tang Xu looked at the dead rabbit in the basket. Its fur was dull and brown, and after removing the bones from the seven or eight catties of meat, there wouldn't be much left. The only thing worth buying might be the intact skin, unlike one shot with an arrow, which would have a hole in the skin.
But can an intact rabbit skin be sold for five taels?
Thinking about it, it's impossible. How could a rabbit sell for more than a whole pig? If that were the case, who would raise pigs? It would be much better to catch a few more rabbits to raise, as they breed quickly. One rabbit can have six or seven litters in a year, and whoever raises rabbits will prosper.
He couldn't understand it, so he said, "I offered three taels of silver to Fuyun Restaurant just because I'm familiar with them. Maybe they'll accept it as a favor to me. If you give me five taels... No, no, I can't have a good conscience if I take your money."
Wei Dong felt somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected someone to push away money they had earned.
His gaze shifted to the two hunting trophies tied to the wooden frame. Normally, he used sharpened thick branches in the pit traps, and they were dug deep, with plenty of branches used. The trapped animals would never survive.
There were at least seven or eight blood holes in the pierced animals. Selling wild animals wasn't just about selling their meat and blood; their skins were more valuable.
For example, the stag, even if the antlers could be sold as medicinal materials separately, the skin on its body, because it wasn't intact, might only fetch two hundred taels. If it were a complete stag hide, the price would be much higher.
When he sold hunting trophies, he always took them to the town to sell them whole. Although the price was a little lower than selling them separately, it was easier and less trouble. If he really wanted to make more money, he would take them to the county town, but it was further away, and it would take much more time on the road.
Seeing him standing there without saying anything, Tang Xu waved his hand in front of his eyes and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Dong snapped back to reality, shifting his gaze to Tang Xu's face.
He remembered the first time he saw Tang Xu, he was washing clothes by the river with a wooden basin. Others would gather in groups of three or four, chatting and laughing while washing clothes, creating a lively atmosphere.
But Tang Xu was alone, washing clothes with a serious expression, even if others tried to talk to him, he seemed to not hear them at all.
He was thin and slender, with shiny black hair, although not particularly smooth, and his facial features were decent, but because he was too thin, his face lacked flesh.
After washing the clothes, he quickly carried the basin back home, walking with his head down and his back hunched, devoid of any vitality.
Others said he was Tang Erhu's son, Tang Xu. He was good in every aspect, but he was too honest and didn't like to talk, looking rather dull and stupid, and was nagged by his mother every day.
Wei Dong was not familiar with anyone in the village, and that time he was also by the river catching fish to make soup for his younger brother, and unexpectedly overheard some gossip about Tang Xu and his mother.
Later, they met two more times, both times by the river, just exchanging glances from a distance.
They were originally strangers, so logically, they shouldn't have much interaction. However, that day at the meat shop in town, they unexpectedly ran into each other.
