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

Old Zhang finally finished forging the machete.

The machete is 70 centimeters long with a handle of about 15 centimeters. It is shaped like a single-edged sword with a sharp angle cut off, so it can be used for chopping or stabbing.

Zhang Yun took the machete, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be a good fit. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Old Guai, this skill is really good."

"I'll go into the mountains, and the first wild animal I kill with this machete will be yours."

Zhang Yun said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Laoguai was immediately filled with surprise and excitement, for this represented the utmost respect Zhang Yun had for him, the blacksmith.

"Yun Yazi, you really understand Lao Guai's heart."

"Then I'll give you another scabbard. Wait a few minutes for me."

When Zhang Laoguai was in a good mood, he became very generous.

Old Zhang went into the blacksmith shop and found two wooden planks. He then used a machete to trace the shape of a knife on the planks. After that, he used a plane and chisel to work together the two planks, and then used a saw to cut them, skillfully making a wooden scabbard.

After putting the machete back into its sheath, Zhang Laoguai handed it to Zhang Yun with satisfaction.

"Yun Yazi, Lao Guai also learned carpentry when he was young. His skills are not bad, are they?"

Old Zhang said smugly, with a hint of showing off.

"You're more than just good, Lao Guai, you're a master carpenter and blacksmith at the same time!"

Zhang Yun held the scabbard, quite satisfied with its smooth material, and didn't mind offering a compliment.

After exchanging a few more words, Zhang Yun took the machete and headed towards the brigade's pig farm.

It's only around 11 o'clock now, and the production team's work bell hasn't rung yet; everyone is still busy.

The pig farm is taken care of by Zhang Zhongli and his family of four.

As soon as Zhang Yun arrived, he saw his father, Zhang Zhongli, sitting on a small stool, chopping wild grass with a kitchen knife. There were all sorts of wild grasses.

In the 70s, resources were scarce, unlike in later generations when people fed their pigs with corn or pig feed; that was impossible.

Therefore, the wild grass, crops, and agricultural products in the fields became the staple food for pigs.

Kudzu roots cover the mountains and fields, purslane is common by the roadside, shepherd's purse is everywhere along the irrigation ditches, and dandelion is the most eye-catching. Chewing on a piece of bitter greens makes you feel refreshed. In short, almost all the wild grasses that grow on this land can be cut and collected, and can be used to cook into a pot of pig swill.

Zhang Zhongli looked up and saw Zhang Yun walking towards him in the distance, which startled him slightly.

"Third brother, aren't you going to work?"

It wasn't even lunchtime yet, and Zhang Yun had already come to the pig farm, which naturally puzzled Zhang Zhongli.

Zhang Yun was about to reply, "Starting tomorrow, I won't be going to work anymore."

However, he had not yet obtained the purchasing agent certificate from the mine, so he was not yet considered a mine worker and had not yet relinquished his status as a member of the production team.

Since nothing is certain yet, Zhang Yun shouldn't bring it up. If something goes wrong, it might only cause his parents worry.

"Dad, I just came back from the mountains. I went on patrol with the militia captain and killed two wild boars along the way."

Zhang Yun squatted down beside him and said something casually.

"Two...two wild boars!"

Zhang Zhongli was shocked when he heard this.

Yesterday, Zhang Yun caught more than twenty wild rabbits, and today he hunted a wild boar. This achievement is truly astonishing.

"Really, you'll see if I'm lying when you go to the cafeteria later."

"I came to help you because I had nothing else to do."

Zhang Yun laughed, then picked up the scabbard slung over his shoulder and drew his machete.

Zhang Yun's purpose in coming to the pig farm, besides helping his family, was primarily to select the pig feed and transplant it into the spiritual spring space.

The pig feed collected by Chen Wan, Zhang Yanhong, and Zhang Yanli was mostly pulled directly from the ground, washed clean in the Qushui River, and then brought back to the pig farm.

If it has roots, it means that the pig feed won't die quickly.

Zhang Yun's goal is to collect these pig feeds into the spiritual spring space and cultivate them extensively.

After all, those two adult wild boars and six juvenile wild boars can't grow up if they don't eat.

Zhang Yun sat nearby, holding a cleaver, and pretended to grab a handful of pig feed, then started chopping it up.

Zhang Zhongli was starting to lose sight of his son. This was the son he saw every day, yet he seemed like a completely different person.

At this moment, Zhang Zhongli saw that Zhang Yun was indeed chopping pig feed. Not wanting to distract Zhang Yun, he stopped asking questions and continued working.

Seeing this, Zhang Yun then began to attend to his own private matters.

Grabbing a handful of pig feed and chopping it, Zhang Yun quickly stored the pig feed into his spiritual spring space while his father was engrossed in his work and not paying attention to him.

The pig feed stored in the spiritual spring space was transplanted to the second acre of land.

Zhang Yun had long thought that the initial one acre of land in this spiritual spring space would maintain a normal flow of time, while the land added later would be used to grow pig feed, crops, and fruit trees, and some land would also be planned for raising animals.

In this way, one can achieve freedom in terms of food, livestock, and fruit.

And so, chopping three handfuls and collecting one handful, maintaining this rhythm, Zhang Yun collected over a thousand different kinds of pig feed.

"This quantity is sufficient."

"Once these pig feeds have grown, we will propagate and expand them, and then plant them on a large scale."

After Zhang Yun collected a certain amount of pig feed, he stopped.

After all, this was pig feed harvested by my mother and sister to feed the pigs. If I took a lot of it, my mother and sister would have to go through the trouble of harvesting more pig feed.

With the combined efforts of Zhang Zhongli and his son Zhang Yun, the pile of pig feed was quickly chopped up.

Then, the two put the chopped pig feed into a large iron pot, added firewood, and started a fire to cook the swill.

Not long after, Chen Wan, Zhang Yanhong, and Zhang Yanli, the mother and her three daughters, came back carrying baskets filled with pig feed.

Generally speaking, the three women have to go out four times a day to collect enough pig feed to feed their twenty-odd pigs.

The production workload is still quite heavy.

"Third brother, you're here. I heard you went into the mountains and killed two wild boars. Our production team is having a big meal at noon today."

Chen Wan had obviously learned about this from others while collecting pig feed, and she called out to Zhang Yun with great pride as soon as she saw him.

"Third brother, you're amazing."

Zhang Yanhong and Zhang Yanli, the two younger sisters, had beads of sweat on their faces, but they also looked on with admiration.

Zhang Yun put the cleaned machete back into its sheath, then went to his mother Chen Wan and said with a smile, "Mom, the brigade leader gave me an extra five jin of fatty meat. I had my third uncle take it to his house. Go get it after lunch."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wan's face immediately lit up with a smile.

In rural areas, having fatty meat means you can render some lard, which is certainly a good thing.

But then, Chen Wan realized what was happening.

"What do you mean? You're not going home to rest after lunch?"

Zhang Yun nodded and smiled, "Mom, I'm going to Songshu Mountain with Uncle San. We found a lot of wild game there this morning, especially pheasants. I want to catch a few."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhongli, Chen Wan, Zhang Yanhong, and Zhang Yanli were all surprised, but then they were overjoyed.

They had all heard of the deliciousness of pheasants, but none of them had ever tasted them, so they were really looking forward to it.

"You've been acting all mysterious these past few days. We can't stop you from doing what you're up to, but you'd better be careful, there are still some dangers in the mountains."

Zhang Zhongli offered his concerned instructions.

Zhang Yun nodded.