Rong Yan answered before Qin Ye could:
"Last night he delivered the wild boars to town and found a buyer already. The two wild boars weighed a total of 550 kilograms. Selling them as unprocessed pigs, the black market rate is sixty cents per kilo, so altogether they sold for three hundred and thirty yuan, and he handed me the money when he returned."
This stream of lies was delivered without batting an eyelid, even down to the specific amount of money.
Qin Ye: ...?
Upon hearing that such an amount of money had been made, Madam Rong was truly shocked, then immediately overjoyed.
"Qin, you, you are really amazing. You made more than a year’s worth of salary in one night, heavens, that’s really a lot."
Qin Ye’s face turned a bit red, "I just happened to come across a den of wild boars."
Actually, he knew the biggest credit still went to his wife. Without her breaking the streak of bad luck... let alone two wild boars, he might not even be able to catch a rabbit.
He could only boast the skill.
"Mom, you’re actually complaining it’s too much, that’s really quite unique," Rong Yan said with a laugh.
Madam Rong gave her a light slap and glared, "I mean it’s too dangerous, how did you encounter two at once?" Who would complain about having too much meat and money?
She was merely more concerned for her son-in-law.
Just the thought of encountering two wild boars in the dark of night was enough to send shivers down her spine.
"It’s not dangerous, night time is actually when they sleep. Plus, we were lucky last night, stumbled upon their den, so it was relatively convenient and we quickly killed them."
Despite Qin Ye’s explanation, Madam Rong was still very uneasy, "Qin, making money is important, but your health is even more so. If you come across two next time, better to leave quickly. It’s safer to stay away."
After all, money isn’t as important as life!
Wild boars are not animals to be trifled with, once they are provoked, they can be lethal.
"...Okay," Qin Ye could only agree, but it was not possible for him not to act on it.
The heavy responsibility of earning for the family couldn’t be on his wife’s shoulders.
Rong Yan glanced at the two of them and then said, "Okay, Mom, this is a happy occasion, he knows what he’s doing, don’t fuss over him. Is breakfast ready? Your son-in-law must be hungry."
When Madam Rong heard her son-in-law was hungry, she dropped all other concerns.
"It’s ready. You can eat after you’ve washed up, I’ll bring it over."
Qin Ye wanted to help, but thinking that he hadn’t washed his hands, he decided against it.
Madam Rong was already heading to the kitchen.
Rong Yan slowly followed, helping with the bowls and chopsticks.
Madam Rong looked at her own daughter and couldn’t help but say, "Yanyan, you should treat Qin well in the future and be more caring."
Rong Yan nodded, "Hmm, I am caring. Look, I noticed he was hungry this morning."
Madam Rong: ...
Why did that sound so off to her?
Qin Ye and Rong Yan needed to go to the black market early, so they didn’t wait for anyone else and left after having breakfast.

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