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The wild boar dug into my mother’s grave, okay?

The wild boar dug into my mother’s grave, okay? What would you do if a big, scarred wild boar suddenly came to the yard and lay motionless? I believe that most people will be so happy that they will kill and eat meat. There is nothing wrong with this approach. Wild boars are meant to be eaten. However, one farmer made a different choice and saved the life of the wild boar, but ultimately saved his own life.

In ancient times, there was a farmer named Weng Dali, who lived alone at the foot of the mountain and farmed for a living. During the off-season, he went up the mountain to collect firewood and sold it at the market, while his wife spun yarn and sold it at the market. The family lived a decent life, with enough food and clothing.

On this day, Weng Dali opened the door of his house early in the morning, only to see the courtyard door wide open. There was a big wild boar lying in the courtyard. When he saw him coming out, the wild boar grunted a few times. The courtyard door is never locked, so it’s not surprising that wild boars can come in. What’s strange is that wild boars are so bold that they dare to run into the courtyard and throw themselves into a trap. Isn’t this bringing meat to your door?

Weng Dali woke up his son. The father and son took iron forks and slowly approached the big wild boar. Faced with danger, the wild boar didn't seem to panic at all and lay still. The sharp-eyed son discovered that the wild boar was covered in wounds and was dying. No wonder it doesn't run away and doesn't have much strength left.

The son was overjoyed and shouted: "Haha, there is wild boar meat to eat. If you don't eat the wild boar meat delivered to your door, it will be free." After that, he stabbed the wild boar's neck with his iron fork. Weng Dali hurriedly stopped and said, "The wild boar is here to ask for help. We can't just ignore it." His son was puzzled and asked, "It can't speak. How do you know it is here to ask for help?"

Weng Dali said: "It is so big. If it is not injured, five or six people will not be able to subdue it. Why did it come to the yard if it was not asking for help?" He turned to the wild boar and said: " Seeing that you are seriously injured, I will come to check for you, but you must not bite me." The wild boar snorted twice and agreed.

Weng Dali carefully approached the wild boar and found that it was covered in fork wounds, with a hole in its belly, a small section of intestines exposed, and a lot of blood oozing out. It seemed that it had escaped from a hunt.

Weng Dali hurriedly stuffed his intestines back into his stomach and asked his son to bring a basin of wine. He said to the wild boar: "Drink. If you are not drunk, how can I dare to mend the wound?" The wild boar was considerate, opened his mouth and drank a basin of wine, and fell asleep after a while. Weng Dali cleaned the wound with wine and asked his wife to bring needle and thread, and he sutured the wound.

After finishing his work, Weng Dali rode his donkey to the outside of the mountain and asked the doctor for powder to treat bruises and apply it on the wound.