The hunter's leisurely life begins with marrying a female educated youth.

Around eight o'clock, Zhang Yun returned home.

Mother Chen Wan had already opened the door and was doing housework. She had worked through the night to prepare the wild rabbit, skinned it, and filled a large bowl with rabbit meat.

Although the production team's canteen provided meals, it usually only offered thin porridge and wild vegetables; it was very rare to find meat dishes.

But the production team members had to work in the fields, which was very hard work.

Therefore, some families would try to get some meat themselves, cook it at home, and then bring it to the canteen, so they could eat the canteen's porridge while also eating the dishes they brought.

Now Chen Wan needs to cook the dishes early so that she can have another meal of rabbit meat for lunch.

As for the frogs, they were full of energy, so Chen Wan didn't kill them. She wanted to save them to make a spicy frog dish tomorrow.

In this way, the whole family can have meat to eat for two consecutive days.

"Mom, I'm back."

Zhang Yun put down the fertilizer bag and went to the kitchen. Watching Chen Wan busy in the kitchen, his eyes suddenly became a little moist.

In her previous life, Chen Wan died young, while Zhang Yun lived to be over seventy. Many nights, she dreamed of her mother's figure, always seeing her working hard in the kitchen.

Now that Chen Wan was standing alive in front of her, Zhang Yun's emotions surged up, and she couldn't help but shed a few tears.

Zhang Yun wiped away her tears, shouted, and then took all the money she had earned that morning into her hands.

"Mom is stir-frying rabbit meat. You must be tired. Go wash your face."

Chen Wan turned to look at Zhang Yun, replied happily, and put a handful of chili peppers into the iron pot. After stir-frying for a while, she added water to stew the rabbit meat.

As firewood was added, the aroma of rabbit meat wafted from the gaps in the wooden pot lid, filling the entire kitchen and drifting outside.

Just as Chen Wan turned around again, her eyes widened in surprise.

Zhang Yun handed over 30 yuan, along with grain coupons and kerosene coupons.

"This..." Chen Wan was very surprised and couldn't say a word.

"Mom, this is the money we got from selling the frogs this morning. You can keep it."

"We owe some money to relatives and commune members. Mom, you can decide how to pay it off first. Everyone has their difficulties."

Zhang Yun said with a smile.

Although Zhang Yun's motivation for making money was to marry Han Xuemei and save up for the bride price, he was well aware that the biggest pressure on his family was actually paying off their debts.

As long as there are still debts, the parents can't hold their heads high, they lack confidence in their actions and words, and they are always timid and submissive.

The reason why his uncle's family was able to oppress Zhang Zhongli for so long, and Zhang Zhongli rarely retaliated, was because of poverty and debt.

Being rich and powerful is essential; without money, you have no confidence.

Zhang Yun naturally prioritized changing his family's minds.

"So much money..." Chen Wan was genuinely surprised, her hands trembling as she held the wad of cash.

"Oh, right, I'll take two pieces. I need to go to the blacksmith first."

Zhang Yun knew Chen Wan was very excited, and he also knew that Chen Wan would definitely ask a lot of questions later. To avoid this interrogation, Zhang Yun took two yuan and immediately ran out of the room.

"Come back...you brat, you've really grown up."

When Chen Wan saw Zhang Yun run away, she hurriedly called out, but Zhang Yun resolutely ran away. She could only curse him, but her face was beaming with joy.

Chen Wan was naturally gratified that her son was finally able to earn money.

Of course, Chen Wan's biggest concern right now is whether Zhang Yun's way of making money is legal. Only if it's legitimate will she feel completely at ease.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yun ran away. Chen Wan decided that if she ran into Zhang Yun again at lunchtime, she would interrogate him.

Hearing his wife's voice, Zhang Zhongli immediately got up and went to the kitchen, where he naturally saw the wad of money in Chen Wan's hand.

"Chen Wan, where did this money come from?" Zhang Zhongli asked in surprise.

Zhang Zhongli underwent surgery, which cost over 400 yuan. Although he used the dowries from his eldest and second daughters to pay off part of the debt, he still owes over 200 yuan.

Throughout the past year, Zhang Zhongli never kept a penny of the spare change he earned for his family; instead, he tried his best to pay off debts owed to others.

Therefore, the family didn't have much money.

The fact that Chen Wan was now holding a handful of money truly shocked Zhang Zhongli.

"Don't tell anyone that the third brother earned it."

Chen Wan spoke softly, making a shushing gesture to Zhang Zhongli, indicating that he should not speak loudly.

Zhang Zhongli immediately realized that his neighbor was his elder brother's family, and if they found out, who knew what kind of trouble they would cause.

On the other side, Zhang Yun ran quickly all the way to the village's blacksmith shop.

In those days, almost every production brigade in the countryside was equipped with a blacksmith shop, which made farm tools for the production team and also made kitchen knives, hoes and other tools for the villagers.

Of course, steel resources were scarce at that time, so villagers who wanted to make kitchen knives had to prepare the steel raw materials themselves.

Old Zhang, in his fifties, had spent years working at the blacksmith shop. The heat, the pungent gas, and the constant hammering had aged him, making him look like a man in his seventies.

Perhaps due to his professional habits, although Zhang Laoguai's leg is not lame, he always walks with a limp, so the villagers call him Zhang Laoguai, and few people can remember his real name.

When Zhang Yun arrived, he saw Zhang Laoguai cleaning the blacksmith shop.

"Old Guai, I've come to you to get a machete."

Zhang Yun had just arrived at the door when he called out.

Hunting wild animals in the mountains is still dangerous. Although he has the ability to collect resources from the spiritual spring space, Zhang Yun still doesn't dare to be reckless. Having a machete in hand gives him more confidence.

"Oh, Yun Ya Zi. You want to have a machete made? Did you bring the iron? Also, what kind of machete do you want? Tell me."

Old Zhang stopped and forced a smile.

Most villagers come here to have kitchen knives, hoes, and scissors made, so Zhang Yun's request to have a machete made was quite unexpected.

Zhang Yun then described it in detail, and even drew the shape of a machete on the ground with a twig.

Hmm, it looks a bit like the machete used in later Hong Kong gangster movies.

It can chop and stab.

"This knife is about half a meter long, and it must have taken at least eight pounds of iron. More than two pounds were lost during the forging process, so the finished product weighs more than five pounds."

After listening to Zhang Yun's description, Zhang Laoguai, drawing on his own experience, immediately gave a detailed explanation.

A five-pound cleaver… Zhang Yun nodded.

It's just the right size.

The knife is too light; it would probably break if it were to cut a wild animal.

The knife is too heavy, and holding it in my hand all the time is a burden.

Five pounds would be just right.

“Old Guai, you know my family’s situation; we really don’t have any way to get iron. So, I hunted four wild rabbits, and that will be the cost of the iron. Also, consider these two yuan as your labor fee.”

Zhang Yun said with a smile.

Old Zhang was shocked. Four wild rabbits must weigh at least twenty pounds. Even at five cents a pound, that's ten dollars!

If you use that ten yuan to buy iron, you could easily get ten kilograms of iron.

In addition, there's an extra two yuan for labor costs.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Zhang Laoguai's family is also quite large, and it's difficult to support them all with just one blacksmith shop.

If we had four wild rabbits, we could have enough meat for a few days.

Moreover, Zhang Laoguai had accumulated some iron over the years through blacksmithing, which he now sold to Zhang Yun.

Immediately, Zhang Yun left the blacksmith shop, went to a secluded corner, took out four wild rabbits from his spiritual spring space, and excitedly ran back to the blacksmith shop.

Old Zhang took the four wild rabbits and laughed heartily.

"Old Guai, I'll come pick up this machete at noon today. Is that enough time?"

Zhang Yun handed two yuan to Zhang Laoguai and immediately asked with a smile.

“No problem. I’ve been forging iron for twenty years. This morning I’ll put aside all my other forging work and focus all my energy on forging this machete for you.”

For the sake of the four wild rabbits, Old Zhang readily agreed.