"Little Third Son, Little Third Son, we are going into the mountains today, get up quickly. [Read the full text]"
A rich middle-aged voice shouted in the yard, breaking the early morning tranquility of the village.
A childish voice sounded from the west room, with the squeaky sound of being woken up: "Ugh... get up now."
This is a mountain village located at the foot of the vast mountains. There are only about thirty households in the village. Such a village is ordinary in Daliang Kingdom, which is full of mountains.
In the mountain village, most of the villagers are surnamed Qin. It is said that a large family named Qin moved here thousands of years ago to avoid disaster, and then it has flourished to this day.
As time passed and the country changed, the large family named Qin had long since declined, leaving only his clansmen to make a living by hunting for generations. Although it's hard work, you can still have enough to eat.
Qin Hong, the head of this household, is about forty years old and strong and tall. The family lives in the back of the mountain village in the east. His father is over sixty years old. Mountain people often climb mountains and hunt, so he is still in good health.
He has three children. The eldest son was drafted for military service the year before last; the second son works as an apprentice in a blacksmith shop in Tenglong Town, thirty miles away from the mountain village; only the youngest son stays at home with his parents.
The youngest son's name is Qin Fengming. There is a reason for such a decent name.
It is said that when Qin Fengming was born, the birds in the mountains were chirping in the middle of the night. At dawn, Qin Fengming was born smoothly, so the patriarch named him Fengming. At that time, he said that he would definitely prosper in the future.
Qin Fengming is just ten years old this year. Although his complexion is slightly dark, he has a straight eyebrow and a pair of extremely lively eyes. He looks extremely smart and has no dullness like a child in a mountain village.
It is true that children from poor families become masters early. Qin Fengming has been hunting in the mountains with his father and grandfather since he was six or seven years old. It has been three or four years now.
Qin Fengming lives alone in the West House. When I heard the cry, I rubbed my sleepy eyes with my hands and got out of bed in a daze.
I got dressed and walked out of the room. It rained a little last night. At this time, the air seemed particularly fresh. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the green leaves mixed with the rain. In the forest outside, various mountain birds were chirping and screaming. Stop, the whole courtyard seems very quiet and peaceful.
Breakfast was the same as usual. There were four small plates on the table, one with wild mushrooms, one with salted fish, one with green vegetables, and one with pickles.
These vegetables don’t cost anything and are all available in the mountains. Qin Fengming was never picky about food, so he finished two small bowls of wild taro rice with vegetables.
Not long after breakfast, I saw my grandfather and father carrying dry food and tools and heading out into the mountains.
Qin Fengming did not dare to delay, so he put a knife more than a foot long on his waist, picked up a small steel fork, and followed out quickly.
Yesterday, Qin Fengming and his grandfather set up traps and animal traps twenty miles away from the village. Today, the main purpose was to see if there was any harvest.
Along the way, grandpa and father always judged the direction, looked for the route, and paid attention to the surroundings, looking out for venomous snakes and insects.
Qin Fengming was jumping around, picking a few mushrooms and wild fruits from time to time. He seemed very interested, but he didn't feel lonely.
After climbing over mountains and ridges all the way, the three of them finally arrived at their destination two hours later. After a detailed inspection, we found that the prey was quite abundant. We caught two pheasants, a mountain hare and a mountain marten.
After gathering the prey, the three descendants rested on the rocks, took out dry food, found some water, and chatted while eating.
Mountain marten, among many small prey species, is very precious. You can exchange it for a lot of money when you take it to the town store. Therefore, the three of them seemed very happy and decided to take advantage of the early weather and walk two or three miles further to see if they could encounter elk, Zhangzi and other prey.
Hide the prey in a tree hole and seal it with gravel to prevent it from being found by other wild animals, then get up and move forward.
Few people come to this area anymore, and in many places there is no way to go. You need to use a hatchet to cut down the vines in front of you before you can pass.
Just as the three of them were looking for prey, there was a sudden "creak, creak" sound from more than ten feet away.
Hearing the sound, Qin Hong quickly climbed up the hill in front of him and opened up the bushes. He saw a wild boar weighing about 200 kilograms, gnawing at the roots of a tree more than ten meters away.
The wild boar has two large tusks pointed forward, making it look very scary.
The boar's ears are extremely sensitive. When Qin Hong discovered it, it also discovered Qin Hong.
Seeing that he could no longer hide, Qin Hong stood up and shouted hurriedly behind him: "It's a wild boar. Run back quickly and I'll stop it."
Not caring about anything else, Qin Hong picked up the steel fork and prepared his defense.
The wild boar was extremely aggressive. When it saw someone interrupting its meal, it became very angry. It blew out a cloud of white air from its nose, howled, and rushed towards Qin Hong. He rushed to Qin Hong in a moment.
Seeing the boar rushing forward, Qin Hong held a steel fork and suddenly thrust it into its eyes. At the same time, he jumped to the side to avoid the two pointed tusks of the wild boar.
Due to too much haste, the fork failed to penetrate the prey. The wild boar crossed Qin Hong with a 'clop' sound and rushed down the hill.
At this time, Qin Fengming and the other two had not run very far. Grandpa saw the boar charging towards him and had to turn around. He held a steel fork and planned to intercept it so that Qin Fengming could hide further away.
Because of its inertia, the wild boar failed to turn around and attack Qin Hong, but rushed straight in front of Grandpa.
Seeing the wild boar rushing towards him, grandpa didn't panic much. He took the steel fork in his hand and thrust it into the wild boar's face. The mountain boar has rough skin and thick flesh, and as all hunters in the mountains know, its only weak point is its eyes.
Although Grandpa's steel fork penetrated the wild boar's head, it failed to hit its vitals. With a 'bang' sound, the steel fork bounced off the wild boar's hard skin. At the same time, he also passed Grandpa.
The wild boar withstood two attacks. Although its vital parts were not injured, it was in great pain. At this time, the wild boar was very angry, its eyes flashed fiercely, howling, and rushed directly towards Qin Fengming not far away.
Qin Fengming turned around and was shocked when he saw the wild boar running towards him. Throwing the small steel fork away, he ran backwards quickly.
Although he was shocked, Qin Fengming did not panic. Three or four years of hunting had taught him how to avoid danger. His movements were also very agile. When the wild boar rushed towards him, he jumped behind the big tree next to him. He can always escape the tusks of the wild boar.
Having just experienced two crosses, the mountain pig was already in a state of anger, and its only target was the unarmed Qin Fengming in front of him.
Even after three years of hunting and climbing mountains to collect firewood, Qin Fengming is much physically stronger than children of the same age in the city. But he was still a ten-year-old child, and after dodging two or three times, he was already out of breath.
At this time, the wild boar rushed towards Qin Fengming again. Due to his reduced physical strength, Qin Fengming was unable to avoid the wild boar's tusks this time. He was hit by the tusks and flew out immediately. He hit a big tree and rolled down the hillside...
ps: This is a novel about cultivating immortality, but there is more foreshadowing at the beginning. I hope readers will read it patiently.
