Two sharp cracks rang out, and two squirrels tumbled from a tree. One of them, its back seemingly broken, struggled to flee, but the quick-eyed Zhao Jun pinned it to the snow with another lead pellet.
Li Baoyu walked over, bled them one by one, and stuffed them into his pocket.
The two continued their search through the woods, but for a full hour after that, they didn't spot a single squirrel.
Li Baoyu circled around from the east to meet up with Zhao Jun. The first thing he asked was, "You don't think Elder Bai trapped them all, do you?"
Zhao Jun shook his head. "That's just how it is with a slingshot," he said. "Those critters have sharp ears. The moment they hear something, they all go into hiding."
Li Baoyu nodded, patting the bag slung over his shoulder. He grinned. "Bagging three today and making over a hundred bucks is good enough for me."
"Yeah," Zhao Jun replied. "And you also cleared out more than ten pounds of their winter stash."
