Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1041 - 952: First Rank Official 13

The village chief and the village elders had already started discussing whether to organize the youth in the village to patrol together, to guard against an attack from mountain bandits taking everyone by surprise. Now that Murong Shuangshuang brought it up, the village chief and the elders immediately decided to speed up the process and promptly organize the young and strong villagers to patrol the village.

Yu Family Village, although remote, had a sizable population due to people from different surnames living together, making it the largest among ten or so nearby villages, with over a hundred households where every family was thriving.

This was an era of helplessness, with a high human mortality rate, especially a staggering infant mortality rate. To continue the lineage, humans instinctively, like animals, adopted the method of having more children. Even though it was not easy to raise them, having more children ensured that at least a few would survive.

Under this mindset, parents had sons, sons had grandsons, and within two or three decades, a household gained over twenty members at most, reducing by a dozen at least. A family like Murong Shuangshuang’s, with only three members, was unique in the entire village.

With so many people combined, just the young and strong ones made up the majority. Murong Shuangshuang looked at the dense crowd in front of her, mulling over the idea that with a bit of training, these villagers wouldn’t need to master any martial arts, just learning to cooperate in combat might allow them to handle any bandits by themselves.

Of course, before training, the villagers needed to eat better first, as training couldn’t be effective without meat. Murong Shuangshuang thought of directly heading into the mountains, where there were several herds of wild boars.

Wild boars were prolific breeders, and once grown, their skin and meat were so tough that even tigers dared not confront them easily, essentially without natural enemies. They had become a nuisance in modern times due to overpopulation, let alone in ancient times. Come autumn harvest near the mountains, crops couldn’t escape the wild boar depredations.

Murong Shuangshuang decided to do some good this year by reducing the wild boar population, providing the villagers with much-needed nourishment in the process. But before doing so, she needed to discuss it with the village chief and the elders.

In an era where familial concepts overshadowed national laws, as long as the village chief and elders supported her, the villagers, accustomed to heeding the elders’ words, wouldn’t oppose the idea. Moreover, she wasn’t asking for anything harmful, so there was no reason for refusal.

Indeed, upon hearing Murong Shuangshuang’s idea, the village chief and several elders were moved but still hesitant. The chief, unable to hide his worried expression, said to Murong Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang girl, your suggestion comes with good intentions.

We also know it is beneficial, but while it’s not the busiest time in the fields, everyone is undernourished and barely getting by. If we start training, it could lead to problems."

"There’s no need for the chief to worry about this. I will handle it. The chief and the elders just need to gather the young and strong willing to participate in the training, and also, I will need a few strong men to join me in the mountains."

Hearing Murong Shuangshuang’s words, the village chief understood her plan. The villagers already knew that Murong Shuangshuang had a mysterious master and had learned martial arts. As for how skilled Murong Shuangshuang’s martial arts were, the villagers didn’t know, only that they were very high.

The chief quickly gathered ten or so of the strongest young men from the village to join Murong Shuangshuang in the mountains. Previously, Murong Shuangshuang went into the mountains mostly for martial arts practice, with hunting as secondary.

As her family wasn’t short of money, they could easily afford meat, with a houseful of preserved game meat, so it didn’t matter whether she encountered prey or not.

This time, Murong Shuangshuang purposefully ventured into the mountains, headed straight to where she last saw the wild boars, then followed the clues left by their activities until she found them.

When Murong Shuangshuang caught up with them, two groups of wild boars were fighting, presumably over territory. Murong Shuangshuang had no patience to wait for a victor to emerge, especially since someone could die, causing unnecessary trouble.

First, there was the issue of bleeding them out. If she bled them, there was nothing in the deep mountains to contain the blood, and if she didn’t, the meat would taste unpalatably bloody, wasting the resource.

So Murong Shuangshuang decisively flew forward, knocking the wild boars unconscious one by one, then instructed the men to tie their four hooves together. The dozen or so young men accompanying her were dumbfounded by the scene.

The young men, eyes wide in disbelief, stared at the wild boars sprawled across the ground, unable to comprehend how a young girl like Murong Shuangshuang could possess such formidable strength.

Though they had long known Murong Shuangshuang practiced martial arts, given her height, age, and gender, the villagers found it hard to develop feelings of fear or admiration towards Murong Shuangshuang, even upon witnessing her hunting prowess.

But today, these young men, who followed Murong Shuangshuang, deeply felt her might. Now, when she instructed them to tie the boars, they quickly complied without question.

The haul was bountiful. Murong Shuangshuang had not intended to annihilate every last one, leaving the sows, a few boars, and the piglets.

Fishing by draining a pond is never advisable, but even so, with half left behind, the boars they carried down the mountain numbered seven, each robust, ranging from over four hundred to topping six hundred pounds.

Although there were many people, the boars were not easy to manage. Two men could barely carry one, for not everyone was Murong Shuangshuang, capable of hefting a massive boar weighing over five hundred pounds and sprinting back home.

In the end, several young men ran back to the village to recruit dozens more to finally transport all the hefty wild boars back to the village. With news traveling ahead, they were warmly welcomed by the villagers as they descended the mountain carrying boars.

Today, Yu Family Village was bustling with activity. The largest courtyard in the village center, usually for drying grain, was cleared out to dry the meat, and a huge pot simmered with broth, filled with various flavorful pork offcuts, pig heads, trotters, and tails.

This pot of braised meat was prepared with the help of Fang Keixin’s family. The rich aroma wafted out, making the onlookers’ mouths water. Many hadn’t tasted meat in years, and now the mere scent made their eyes glisten with anticipation.

The villagers consistently glanced from the meat to Murong Shuangshuang, who was discussing matters with the village chief and others. Had it not been for Murong Shuangshuang’s skill in catching such large game and her generosity in sharing, who knows how long it would be before they could taste meat again, especially with the mountain of wild boar meat beside them, filling them with satisfaction.

The women were busy kneading black dough to make noodles, which they planned to serve with the braised meat. Meanwhile, a group of young adults encircled those who accompanied Murong Shuangshuang into the mountains, eagerly listening to their animated accounts of her prowess in capturing wild boars. In their stories, Murong Shuangshuang was portrayed as near immortal, capable of flying and vanishing at will.