Rong Yan answered before Qin Ye could:
"Last night he delivered the wild boars to town and found a buyer already. The two wild boars weighed a total of 550 kilograms. Selling them as unprocessed pigs, the black market rate is sixty cents per kilo, so altogether they sold for three hundred and thirty yuan, and he handed me the money when he returned."
This stream of lies was delivered without batting an eyelid, even down to the specific amount of money.
Qin Ye: ...?
Upon hearing that such an amount of money had been made, Madam Rong was truly shocked, then immediately overjoyed.
"Qin, you, you are really amazing. You made more than a year's worth of salary in one night, heavens, that's really a lot."
Qin Ye's face turned a bit red, "I just happened to come across a den of wild boars."
Actually, he knew the biggest credit still went to his wife. Without her breaking the streak of bad luck... let alone two wild boars, he might not even be able to catch a rabbit.
