The first thing Zhao Jun did when he got home was store the three Ginseng Buns in the cellar.
When he came out of the cellar and was opening the front door to go inside, he heard Wang Meilan's voice from the inner room: "Who is it? Who's back?"
"Mom, I'm back," Zhao Jun replied.
"My son is back." Wang Meilan came out to greet him, but the smile on her face was a little forced, not like usual.
Zhao Jun knew Wang Meilan was worried about Zhao Youcai. He had no idea if his dad had actually managed to hunt the leopard over in Yongsheng Village.
...
At that moment, deep in the mountains, Zhao Youcai felt his ears burning. He scratched them, but the more he scratched, the itchier they got.
It was already past four in the afternoon. Zhou Jianjun tiptoed up behind Zhao Youcai, squatted down, and asked, "Dad, are we heading back?"
Zhao Youcai looked at the nanny goat lying under a tree seven or eight meters away, sighed, and shook his head. "Tie up the goat. Let's go home."
