The Zhang Family's Three Brothers looked utterly confused.
Jiang Feng didn't bother explaining much.
He pulled a handful of brown rice from his pocket, scattered it by the roadside, then stepped aside and found a spot to hide.
The Zhang Family's Three Brothers exchanged glances, then crouched behind Jiang Feng as well.
"Cluck!"
A moment later, a pheasant walked out from the grass and pecked at the brown rice on the ground.
Before it finished eating, it started to stagger, then collapsed right there.
"Got the prey."
Jiang Feng rushed over, picked up the pheasant, weighed it in his hand, and said with a smile, "Almost two jin. Just right to sell to Nanny Yang."
"Is Master Ma always collecting prey like this?"
"Only small game around here?"
"How did Master Ma know something was hiding in the grass?"
The three asked one after another.
