For Li Yu, a fisherman by trade, today was truly a wondrous day of double fortune. Out of nowhere, he had obtained a wild boar weighing three to four hundred catties, and moreover, found the medicinal herbs capable of curing his mother's eye affliction. Even though he had never laid eyes on this herb called "Seven-Leaf Monkey Grass" up on the mountain before, as long as the Young Lord said this thing could cure his mother's eyes, it mattered not whether it had ever existed there previously.
Li Qiu intended to help the burly fellow lower the thoroughly dead wild boar from the tree roots, but Li Yu stopped him. He said the wild boar was terribly filthy and covered in blood, and he feared it would stain the Young Lord's garments; he could manage it himself, thank you very much.
The good-hearted man rubbed his palms together, severed the tree root with a single stroke of his firewood chopper, and then grabbed the wild boar by all four hooves. With a mighty shout—like a river chanty—he heaved the three-to-four-hundred-catty wild boar onto his shoulder. Burdened by the immense weight, the muscles across the man's back all bulged out as he stepped heavily down the mountain, leaving a footprint with every stride.
Chapter 149