After the cheers ended, they tied the python on a bamboo pole and prepared to return to the village and put it on display. 

Fourth Uncle picked up the wooden fish, claiming it as his.

Worried, I told him, “This wooden fish isn’t something ordinary. It could be an otherworldly item. You should just burn it to prevent any trouble to the villagers later.”

Fourth Uncle wasn’t pleased. “This wooden fish has been inside that python’s stomach for an unknown period of time. I’m sure its medicinal value isn’t less than ginseng or Ganoderma.”

I tried to talk him out of it again and again but he wasn’t listening to what I had to say. So I thought it was best not to try anymore,...