By the time Zhao Jun had finished eating, gotten dressed, slung his rifle over his back, and walked out the door with his skis, the four of them—Zhao Youcai, Li Dayong, Wang Qiang, and Lin Xiangshun—had already taken a truck deep into the mountains.
Zhao Jun waited at the door for Li Baoyu to come out, and the two of them walked out of the village together, carrying their skis.
All along the way, Li Baoyu was sighing, as if silently protesting the regret of not being able to see the Pig God get butchered.
Zhao Jun ignored him and just said, "I heard from my brother-in-law that the state-run store In the Town raised its price for Galls again."
"How much are they now?" Li Baoyu asked distractedly, his mind still on that thousand-pound wild boar.
Zhao Jun said, "Someone from their village went to sell one before the New Year. They got one thousand yuan for a single one."
"How much?" Li Baoyu's voice jumped an octave.
