Mo Yan was well aware that most families in the village were struggling to get by, but that didn't mean they should set their sights on Little Flower and a dozen or so local dogs, let alone go hunting in the mountains in such severe weather. If anything happened and the villagers were hurt, who would take responsibility?
Thinking of this, she looked at Yang Bao, who wore a troubled expression, and spoke solemnly, "Uncle Yang, let's not even mention whether we can find game with the dogs in the mountains; just the snow alone makes it hard to see the roads clearly, and one misstep could lead to danger. Besides, there are many wild animals in the mountains, and they have come down to the village before. What if we encounter them by misfortune?"