Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space-Chapter 61. Don’t be afraid to spend money

Not daring to take another look at his daughter, he braced himself to take credit for killing the wild boar.

"Don’t just stand there, sit down. We’re all family here, why are you still so polite, child?"

Ignoring his surprise, the old man, Hua Desheng, quickly stepped forward to stop Hua Chengtian from standing up. The child’s hand was trembling—a sign of exhaustion he couldn’t ignore.

"Uncle, I’m not tired," insisted Hua Chengtian, standing up regardless.

Everyone else was standing; it wouldn’t be right for him to sit and talk. He didn’t think he had such a senior position in the village.

Knowing Hua Chengtian’s character, Hua Desheng said no more, though his surprise was hard to contain. He glanced admiringly at the old man beside him.

Although they hadn’t weighed it, the experienced villagers could tell at a glance the boar’s approximate weight. It was a beast weighing nearly four hundred pounds—no easy prey like deer or goats. It was as formidable as a mountain king like wolves, tigers, or leopards, and a strong one at that.

Even seasoned hunters dared not face such a creature. Although Chengtian seemed a bit beaten, he was unhurt, without fatal injuries—a feat not to be underestimated.

"Brother, you’ve raised a fine son!" exclaimed Hua Desheng, unable to hold back his admiration.

This boar alone could sell for several taels of silver in town, equalling some families’ yearly earnings.

"Indeed, Chengtian has hidden his skills well. Even just encountering such a boar would be terrifying, yet he single-handedly brought it back from the mountain. Brother, we’re truly envious of you."

Several clan elders who came to see the boar also couldn’t help speaking, glaring at their sons with disdain for their lack of strength, though they wouldn’t dare face a boar themselves.

The ridiculed sons: "..."

They looked down silently at the massive heap on the ground.

Well... still being scorned!

The old man smiled wryly, hiding the pain in his eyes, and waved his hands, "You all give him too much credit; it’s just good luck and a coincidence."

Beside him, the old woman looked at her son’s wounds, tears falling uncontrollably like they’re free, while her good friends comforted her. Seeing her son was all in one piece and conscious, she barely cared there were people around.

Qishi’s eyes were red, unable to even look at the boar. If her daughter hadn’t assured her that her father’s wounds only looked serious, she would already be on her way to a doctor with the ox cart.

"Village chief uncle, don’t be modest; our Brother (younger brother) Chengtian is truly remarkable." The men in the yard couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

The boar was still lying in the yard. If this wasn’t impressive, what was?

Growing up in the same village, everyone knew everyone else. Only now did they realize that Hua Chengtian had been holding back when he helped them in the past—holding back a lot.

Contemporaries like Hua Qiang and Meng Cai looked at him with admiration.

"I really wasn’t being humble; it was just luck. Luckily, I brought a knife up the mountain, or my life might have ended on Qinggu Mountain," Hua Chengtian quickly said, following his father’s words.

He didn’t want to be seen as a hero, not that anyone would want such a mantle. He smiled bitterly, accidentally stirring a wound on his face, and couldn’t help but wince.

This drew everyone’s attention to his injuries, especially those close to him. Earlier, the shock and excitement of the boar had taken their minds off its captor.

With a boar this large, it was an illusion to think the injuries could be severe.

When they saw Hua Chengtian’s wounds, Hua Qiang, Meng Qiang, and other close friends couldn’t help but worry. His clothes were ragged, and there were many bloodstains.

"Brother Chengtian, your injuries?"

Hua Chengtian shook his head: "It’s nothing, just looks worse than it is." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Brother Chengtian, don’t be careless. I can take the ox cart and take you to the town’s clinic for a proper checkup," Meng Cai couldn’t help saying; the bloodstains on the clothes looked quite gruesome.

This talk made the already worried Qishi unable to stand still; she rushed forward: "His father, Brother Meng is right, don’t tough it out, let’s quickly see a doctor."

"It’s okay, I know my own body," Hua Chengtian waved his hand, but his pale face suggested otherwise.

"Father, listen to mother," Huajin urged too.

Even though she had applied magical hemostatic medicine and bandaged him, she only had basic medical knowledge and believed a doctor’s examination would give them peace of mind.

Moreover, there was still a huge boar to deal with, they had to take it to town anyway. Huajin glanced at the boar which was being stared at by children and at Little Four who seemed proud as a peacock, unable to suppress a smile.

This boy really seized the chance to show off this time.

Hua Chengtian caught his daughter’s gaze, then looked at his worried wife. Originally thinking there was nothing wrong with himself and considering saving some money, it now seemed unfeasible.

Well, they needed to take the boar to town anyway, might as well go, so he nodded towards Hua Qiang and Meng Cai, "Then I’ll trouble you guys."

Everyone: "..." Once again witnessing Hua Chengtian’s level of doting on his daughter.

"What are you saying, we brothers don’t need to be so formal," Meng Cai rolled his eyes at Hua Chengtian and turned to the old man, "Uncle, I’ll go fetch the ox cart," and with the elder’s nod, he went familiarly towards the backyard, Hua Qiang quickly followed to help.

Qishi hurried back to the house to prepare silver coin and a blanket, also grabbing a set of clean clothes just in case.

Blankets could be washed, but alleviating her husband’s suffering from such serious wounds was surely better.

Glancing at the massive lump on the ground, Hua Chengtian apologetically looked at the remaining men, "Later I’ll trouble you brothers to help move this big fellow onto the cart. I’ll buy you all drinks later."

At the mention of drinks, everyone’s eyes sparkled. In these times, who can afford wine except during festivals? Seizing the opportunity, they quickly said, "What’s the trouble, it’s just a bit of strength work, leave it to us."

Hua Chengtian smiled, "Alright, then I won’t be polite, I’ll buy the best wine for you once I’m better."

"If it isn’t good wine, we won’t come!" Hua Meng teased, and everyone laughed.

During the banter, someone called out that the cart had arrived. Then, six or seven men went forward to lift the boar onto the ox cart.

Hands-on was when they realized the true weight of the boar, once again marveling at Hua Chengtian’s prowess.

For farming families, carts were made large to carry grain and people. With the boar loaded, half the space was taken up.

Qishi hurried to spread the prepared blanket at the front of the cart, with the old woman helping, while she softly nagged at her son, "Never mind the money, health is what’s most important, understand?"