A Cunning Man

Zhang Ermu's eyes lit up at the suggestion. Although he hadn't seen Li Chenmo process fur before, he believed his friend's brother would know how. After all, soldiers were often taught survival and practical skills in the barracks.

"Then, I'll trouble you with this matter, Brother Chenze."

"It's no trouble at all. It's getting late, I should head back now," Li Chenze said, standing up from the ground.

Looking at his tired friend, Zhang Ermu said, "Brother Chenze, take whatever you like. Half of these things are yours."

Hearing this, Li Chenze chuckled and replied, "Ermu, if you keep doing this every time I help you, when will you save enough to marry a wife?"

Then, he added with a grin, "Just give me some of your meat jerky when you make it. It's been a long time since I tasted your cooking."

Hearing this, Zhang Ermu nodded and said, "I will send some over once it's done."

Li Chenze smiled and nodded, "Good."