Ding, ding, ding!
The hammer struck the red iron block, causing sparks to fly.
"Which company do you deliver firewood to?" asked the blacksmith when he saw a dark-faced boy walking in carrying a basket of firewood.
Some people in the camp collected and delivered firewood in exchange for food.
"Well, I'm not. I'm here to deliver meat and want to exchange something."
"Meat?" The blacksmith looked suspicious. How can you, a half-year-old child, get meat?
Tang Wen put down his backpack, took out the firewood first, and then took out a chicken.
"pheasant?"
The blacksmith looked at it carefully: "A whole pheasant, not bad, full of heart, liver and brain, just enough to replenish my woman's body. What do you want?"
"A kitchen knife, a few daggers, and scissors."
"Too many. I can only give you a kitchen knife and scissors."
"I'll give you the firewood too."
"That's not worth anything." The big man put down the hammer.
Tang Wen took out three red-billed finches from his arms: "Add this and give me three daggers."
"Red-billed bird?" The big man looked at Tang Wen in surprise, thought for a moment and said, "My dagger is made of fine iron, so I can only give you one."
Although Tang Wen was moved, he took his hand back as if he wouldn't change it.
The blacksmith quickly added: "I'll give you some more needlework."
The two were in a stalemate for a few seconds before Tang Wen agreed.
The blacksmith didn't lie. The dagger he gave me was more than 20 centimeters long.
It was double-edged, with a cold light shining on the tip, and no curvature. It was a straight knife. Tang Wen took it in his hand, tested the sharpness with firewood, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Next time you have meat, you can bring it over."
Tang Wen looked at him seriously: "Do you have corn?"
"I have potatoes and sweet potatoes."
"What do you call eldest brother?"
"Li Daniu."
"My name is Tang Wen."
"Xiao Tang, you can really bring me some birds. Just like today. I will give you potatoes and sweet potatoes. When my woman gives birth to a child, the child must eat meat to grow strong."
"good!"
In a very unbalanced camp with many boys and girls, a man who loves his wife and children so much should be reliable.
There are very few people hunting in the camp. Most people survive the winter by catching fish in the swamp, digging grass roots, looking for wild vegetables, digging for insects outside the camp.
Until spring, they can go to work in the fields.
Do the work in the fields, take care of a meal in the camp, and when the corn is harvested, you can also get food.
If you want more, you can slowly save a set of farming tools and apply to open new land.
The camp will give you seeds, and the food grown in the new land will be 30-70% equal to the camp.
The guards often hunted alienated beasts, but they would only send their prey to the city.
…
In the hut, daggers were stuck on hanging wooden posts.
Do, do, do...
At a very close distance, the sword will not miss.
After many successes, the experience panel appears:
[Skill: Flying Knife, Beginner (1/500)]
Tang Wen’s soul is Chinese.
He has the characteristics of Chinese people, such as being anxious, insecure, and born with a phobia of insufficient firepower, etc.
On the way back, he was thinking that the pheasants that escaped in the woods today were lucky.
But what about next time?
What should I do if the person who escapes is a wild wolf or an alienated beast?
You can't run and you can't run, but if you try your best, you'll miss 30-70.
In three minutes, the alienated wild wolf was seventy percent full.
Therefore, it is urgent to practice more lethal skills.
After much deliberation, he chose the flying knife.
After that, Tang Wen not only practiced the Eight Vajra Kung Fu, but also practiced flying knives.
Before the upgrade of the Eight Parts of Vajra Skills, this was impossible.
At that time, his physique and energy were too weak. Even if he could eat enough, he did not have the energy to connect two skills in a row.
Amidst the sound of "Duo Duo", Tang Tang took a needle and thread, hummed some unknown song, and mended his clothes.
Duo.
The hundredth hit.
[Skill: Flying Knife Skill, Beginner (100/500)]
It is too inefficient to practice with wooden stakes that cannot move. If you succeed once, you will only get a little experience.
At night, the north wind howls and the temperature drops.
The Tang Wen siblings were woken up by the cold at night. They had no choice but to light an earthen stove to keep warm and managed to sleep until dawn.
In the morning, there were many more people than usual walking out of the camp carrying bamboo baskets and hatchets.
Tang Wen also mingled with the crowd carrying a basket on his back, staying away from the crowd collecting firewood, walking deep into the woods, looking for a suitable open space, and scattering the corn.
He hid and practiced throwing knives.
As the red-billed bird came, Tang Wen put away his dagger.
I don't know if it's because of the cold weather or something else. This is the only bird in the wild woods. Tang Wen has hardly seen other birds in half a month.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Four red-billed finches were hit one after another and fell to the ground with a flutter.
Tang Wen went over to pick it up and carefully inspected the corn grains on the ground.
Well, this time the action was timely. They hadn't eaten a few bites yet, so there was no need to replenish it for the time being.
At noon, he did not go back. He took out the corn dumplings made by his sister, filled his stomach, and continued hunting.
It's getting colder and the days are getting shorter. The bedding at home has not been purchased yet, so we need to take care of the birds.
The mastery-level locust stone skill has a high hit rate. Even if three or five birds come flying at it, they often cannot escape.
In the afternoon, we finished work early as usual.
He carried a bamboo basket of dry firewood collected on his back and pretended to be a firewood collector. Although there were many people on the road, he looked the same as everyone else and no one paid special attention to him.
The harvest was quite good today, a total of 15 red-billed finches.
At the same time, I practiced throwing knives in the woods, and my experience increased a lot: [Flying Knife Skills: Introduction (207/500)]
When he returned to the camp, he went to several rice stores and exchanged for 10 kilograms of corn first. Then he took another 10 kilograms of corn from home and went to the grocery store to buy two new sets of linen clothes and two pairs of thick linen quilts.
The linen quilt is made of multiple layers of linen cloth, with thick layers of hay and cotton batting stuffed between the linen cloths. As long as she has the materials and is willing to put in the effort, a woman can sew a quilt in two days. The cost is nothing more than a little effort and some sewing.
After taking the linen quilt home, Tang Tang pouted and muttered in a low voice with a reluctant look: What a wretched thing. The quilt will become moldy when it rains next year. How dare you ask me for ten kilograms of rice...
But at night, she slept soundly.
Tang Wen scatters chestnuts deep in the woods every day, like a fisherman making a nest in advance.
The red-billed finches seemed to know that there was food here, and they flew over one after another.
For several days, Tang Wen's harvest was more than 20.
He and Tang Tang ate a roasted red bird three times a day, and exchanged the rest for food and necessities.
The hard days are peaceful.
There was too much corn in exchange, and the rice jars at home were not enough. The space in the house was small and there was no room for a large jar. Tang Wen went to the carpenter to replace several buckets with lids to hold the corn.
One day in late October, Tang Wen was walking back to the camp carrying a hare and a load of dry firewood.
"Stop! Give me the firewood?"
Tang Wen instantly arched his body and looked at the person who jumped out from behind the tree.
This man's clothes were thin and tattered, his face was sallow, his eyes were protruding, and he was holding a long, sharpened wooden stick in Tang Wen's direction, poking and threatening him.
They are scavengers outside the camp. The people in the camp are not so miserable.
Tang Wen lifted up the corner of his clothes, revealing the dagger shining coldly on his waist.
It’s best to be able to subjugate an enemy’s army without fighting!
The scavenger was very excited: "Give me the knife, too."
Tang Wen:......
Whoosh.
The right hand that was shrunk in the sleeve directly threw out the locust stone!
"ah!"
The scavenger covered his nose, backed away, and hit the tree with his back.
[Skill: Locust Stone, Mastery (899→932/3000)]
Tang Wen raised his eyebrows, such a high level of experience?
Injuries and pain are commonplace for scavengers.
Having his nose broken actually aroused his ferocity.
The scavenger stood up, grabbed the pointed stick and rushed over.
