"Mom, Baoyu and I are going to go take a look," Zhao Jun said to Wang Meilan.
"Go on," Wang Meilan said. "Good. Once you're gone, I'll skin that badger and render some badger oil to keep."
Badger meat has a peculiar taste; it has to be stewed with daikon radish to tone it down a bit.
As for the hide, it wasn't worth much these days.
But badger oil was excellent for treating burns.
Zhao Jun stepped out the door and waited for Li Baoyu, only to see him emerge not from his own home, but from Zhao Jun's.
"Brother, you're out here?" Li Baoyu said. "I went into your house to look for you."
"I was waiting for you out here," Zhao Jun said. "You're going to buy dogs, so I have to go with you and take a look."
The two of them walked north, chatting as they went.
Zhao Jun asked Li Baoyu, "How much money did my aunt give you?"
Li Baoyu chuckled, patted the pocket of his pants, and said, "My mom gave me one hundred yuan."
