Jiang Hu was indeed lucky today. He went up the mountain alone, with quick steps, set up the traps, and it was only mid-afternoon, just when the birds and beasts returned to their nests.
He didn't hurry back but instead found a wind-sheltered spot nearby to rest, because when prey falls into the traps, they struggle, they try to escape.
He made the traps relatively close so that whenever there was movement, he would rush over quickly, determined not to let a single prey escape!
Besides insects, there were weeds pulled from the vegetable garden, the chickens eat the bugs, the rabbits eat the grass, something is bound to fall into the trap.
It wasn't until midnight when the whole forest was completely quiet that Jiang Hu carried his harvest and supported himself with a tree as he slowly walked down the mountain.
By the time he got home, it was already the fourth watch of the night, if there were chickens in their village, they should have crowed for the first time by now.
