There are bare trees everywhere in the silent woods.
A few red-billed finches were pecking on the ground.
Tang Wen quietly approached and hid behind a big tree not far away.
He bent down, raised his arms slightly back, and then waved his hands violently, as if he was swaying!
Whoosh!
A scream.
The fist-sized red-billed bird flapped its wings and rolled on the ground.
Hit!
Ignoring his excitement, Tang Wen immediately ran over and grabbed the red-billed bird that was still twitching.
The little thing had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. It struggled and twitched until it stung the palms of people's hands. It wasn't until the bird's head was twisted off that it completely lost its vitality.
Meat!
Tang Wen swallowed and put the red-billed bird into the cloth bag on his waist. Then he took out another stone from his waist.
"Chi Chi, Chi Chi"
I saw the remaining red-billed birds flying to a nearby tree.
They were chirping, standing on the branches, flapping their wings towards Tang Wen.
Tang Wen smiled. The harsh environment made these birds learn to save energy.
This is quite convenient.
Whoosh!
Snapped!
The stone hit the branch and made a mistake.
The red-billed bird was frightened again, soared into the air and flew far away.
Tang Wen sighed.
It's impossible to chase, it's a waste of energy.
The experience panel has changed:
[Skill: Throwing stones, master (0→17/1000)]
17 experience points?
It’s just different when it comes to killing living creatures!
He was a little excited and continued to explore the woods quietly.
There are fewer towhees in the woods, and more towhees are eating grass seeds on the black grass outside.
But there were also a lot of people there, people from the camps and scavengers.
Tang Wen would rather stay in the woods and search slowly, rather than expose his skills in breaking stones.
Squeak, squeak, there were thick dead branches and leaves underfoot, and the smell of earth filled the mouth and nose.
"grumble"
After walking for a while, a familiar cry came floating in the wind.
He stopped, quietly identified the direction, and walked towards the right front.
"Chi Chi Chi Chi"
Four or five red-billed finches were calling on the branches.
For the first time, Tang Wen felt that their red beaks were so bright and beautiful, and their chirping sounds were so sweet.
Qilixiang is nothing more than that!
Whoosh!
The pebbles interrupted the bird's chirping, and an even more beautiful scream came.
The experience panel flashed by.
[Skill: Throwing stones, master (17→33/1000)]
Snap.
The red-billed bird was hit by stones and fell down, but Tang Wen did not pick it up immediately.
He stared at several other red-billed finches that fluttered their wings and flew away. They dispersed and soon landed on different trees.
The distance is not far, and they are spread out.
Tang Wen smiled and picked up the dead bird on the ground and walked to the next tree.
Even though these red-billed finches don't make any calls, their bright red beaks are more conspicuous in this dry dark brown forest than the sparse hair on the head of Tang Wen's company boss in his previous life.
Whoosh, snap.
A red-billed bird fluttered and fell down, and soon became silent.
[Skill: Throwing stones, master (33→51/1000)]
This did not alarm the birds in the other trees.
Bending down to pick it up, Tang Wen took out a new stone and quietly approached another tree.
Whoosh, bang!
The stone hit the branch and there was a crisp sound.
"Gan!"
Before Tang Wen could say annoyance, several red-billed finches nearby flew away one after another.
He took the stone, took an aim at it, and threw it into the air.
As expected, it came up empty.
In the jungle, it gets dark faster.
He couldn't help but speed up his search...
After more than half an hour, the sun completely set.
Tang Wen hurried towards the camp. There were no street lights here, and night was definitely synonymous with danger.
Along the way, many people returned in a hurry like him, while a few people with sticks in their hands squatted on the roadside and stared at everyone.
A few pairs of thieving eyes were searching everyone's body.
Tang Wen's waist was bulging, which naturally attracted their attention.
Fortunately, Tang Wen also noticed the bad intentions of these people.
What kind of world is this!
He cursed angrily in his heart, but did not speed up his pace, but suddenly stumbled under his feet, and the heavy bag around his waist made a clattering sound with his movements.
It's a stone!
This unlucky kid!
I thought I had dug something edible.
The people squatting on the roadside heard the noise and looked at Tang Wen's thin body, and knew that this boy had not had many full meals.
He was immediately classified by them as someone who was easy to bully but had no luck at all.
If there is no oil or water, then why bother bullying?
Seeing that they looked away, Tang Wen adjusted his steps slightly and walked towards the camp without changing his expression.
It wasn't until he entered the camp that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's safe!
The value of ten pounds of chestnut flowers.
Passing by the door of his shack, he walked straight towards the market without stopping.
On the east side of the camp, there are several rows of stone houses.
The road here is wide and there are people setting up stalls on the ground.
Most of the stalls were filled with things dug out from nowhere.
Tang Wen walked by and found out at a glance that this was something that even the rag pickers on earth wouldn't take a second look at.
After all, this is the outskirts of the camp, and the people living here are only slightly better than the scavengers outside.
He walked all the way in and didn't stop until he saw a stone wall with a gate made of iron bars in the middle and bunker-like stone houses on both sides of the gate.
From his memory, Tang Wen knew that the inside of the iron gate was called - the city.
According to people outside the camp, the city is a place where you can eat enough rice every day.
Everyone wants to live in it, but they are not qualified.
Brother Li, who collects rent in the camp, once said that you can't live in the city just by paying a few more kilograms of food!
Tang Wen looked inside the iron gate for a while, curious in his heart.
The original owner followed his parents as wanderers and lived in the camp for several years, but he didn't seem to know anyone in the city.
Seeing the thick stone wall in front of him, Tang Wen couldn't help but guess: Such a large stone would probably weigh hundreds or thousands of kilograms. Is it really possible to build such a neat city wall with manpower?
Just for these people who are just like me and don’t have enough to eat?
Or are there still some products of civilization preserved in the city?
Gu Gu Gu Gu...
My stomach growled.
Tang Wen laughed at himself: Why should I worry about this when I can't even get enough to eat?
He turned to look to the right, where the stone house had a pennant with the word "rice" embroidered on it.
Rice store.
It is said that it was opened by a big shot in the inner city.
"Get out of here with nothing!"
Tang Wen just stepped in the door and took two steps, when he heard an impatient voice in his ear.
A man appeared at the corner of the door, covered in leather armor, with a leather hat on his head, and holding a strung crossbow in his hand.
The steel arrow flashed with cold light.
"Yes, yes, there are red-billed finches."
Tang Wen hurriedly took out a dead bird from the bag containing stones.
"go in."
"well."
After turning the corner, there was a long table several meters across, with a scale on it.
The yard is filled with black pottery rice vats, each of which is as tall as half a person and as thick as two people hugging each other. At a rough count, there are more than twenty vats.
All food?
Tang Wen, who had been hungry for two days, had shortness of breath and red eyes.
If I had so much, no, even just one jar of grain, I could survive this winter!
"Red-billed finches are quite rare, let me take a look."
Behind the long table, the little old man on the recliner slowly lifted off the animal skin and stood up.
Tang Wen handed over the red-billed bird in his hand.
"Yo, captured alive? After being caught, his neck was broken?"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wen gave a thumbs up: "Boss! You are so accurate! How much corn can one bird exchange for?"
The little old man smiled slightly, threw the bird on the scale and weighed it: less than 2 taels.
That's about 8 or 90 grams.
"It only takes one or two ounces of meat to remove the hair. Fortunately, it is quite complete and has the heart, heart, and brain. Count three millimeters per catty for you!"
"Uncle, do you think we can have more? It's been a long time since we had a full meal." Tang Wen smiled closely. He has also heard about the ratio of meat to corn, which is probably 1 to 10, or 1 catty of meat to 10 catties of rice.
"Is there anything else in the bag?"
"Yes, there are two more."
Tang Wen took out two red-billed finches from his arms.
"Hey, you're quite capable!"
"What a coincidence, what a coincidence."
"Haha, they're all pretty good." The boss looked at Tang Wen and said, "I see you're almost a skeleton, so I'll give you one pound and a half, and I'll catch the birds later..."
"If there are any more in the future, I will send them to you! Thank you, boss! Thank you, uncle!"
"Okay, that's pretty clever." The boss looked at him one more time.
Scooping rice, weighing...
Tang Wen put the coarse rice bag into his arms, thanked him again, turned around and walked out of the rice shop.
