"Little third son, little third son, enter the mountain today, get up quickly. ”

A deep middle-aged voice shouted in the courtyard, breaking the early morning silence of the village's homes.

A childish voice sounded in the Westroom, with a squeaky voice when he was woken up: "Woo...... That's it. ”

This is a mountain village located at the foot of the vast mountain, there are only about 30 households in the village, such a village, in the country of Daliang, which is full of mountains, is very ordinary.

In the mountain villages, most of the villagers are surnamed Qin, and it is said that thousands of years ago, a large family with the surname Qin moved here to avoid disasters, and then multiplied to this day.

Time has passed, and the large family surnamed Qin has long since declined, leaving only his people to make a living by hunting for generations. Even though it's bitter, it's still enough to eat.

Qin Hong, the head of this family, is around forty years old and looks strong and burly. The family lives in the eastern part of the village, and his father is in his 60s.

He had three sons, the eldest of whom had been conscripted for military service the year before, the second son who was apprenticed in a blacksmith shop in Tenglong Town, thirty miles away from the mountain village, and only the youngest child was at home with his parents.

The youngest son's name is Qin Fengming. There's a lot to do with such a decent name.

It is said that when Qin Fengming was born, the birds in the mountains chirped in the middle of the night, and at dawn, Qin Fengming was born smoothly, so the patriarch named it Fengming, and said at that time that he would definitely be able to fly Huang Tengda in the future.

Qin Fengming is just ten years old this year, although his complexion is slightly dark, he also has upright eyebrows, a pair of eyes are extremely active, and he looks extremely smart and clever, without the slightest color of a child in a mountain village.

The children of poor families have been in charge of the family for a long time, this is true, Qin Fengming has been hunting in the mountains with his father and grandfather since he was six or seven years old, and it has been three or four years.

Qin Fengming lives alone in the Westinghouse. Hearing the scream, he rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with his hands and crawled out of bed in a daze.

Get dressed and walk out of the door, it rained lightly last night, at this time, the air is extraordinarily fresh, take a deep breath, you can smell the smell of green leaves mixed with rain, outside the forest, all kinds of mountain birds chirp, call non-stop, the whole courtyard seems very quiet and peaceful.

Breakfast was the same as usual, with four small plates on the table, a plate of wild mushrooms, a plate of salted fish, a plate of greens, and a plate of pickles.

These dishes don't cost any money, they are all owned in the mountains. Qin Fengming has never been a picky eater, so he finished eating two small bowls of wild taro rice.

Soon after breakfast, I saw my grandfather and father bring dry food, take their utensils and go out to the mountains.

Qin Fengming didn't dare to delay, pinned a knife more than a foot long to his waist, picked up a small steel fork, and hurriedly followed.

Yesterday, Qin Fengming and his grandfather laid a set of covers and animal traps twenty miles away from the village, and today the main thing is to see if there is any gain.

Along the way, my grandfather and father always judged the direction, looked for the way, and paid attention to the surrounding situation, and paid attention to whether there were poisonous snakes and poisonous insects.

Qin Fengming jumped up, picking a few mushrooms and wild fruits from time to time, looking full of interest, but he didn't feel lonely.

After two hours, the three of them finally arrived at their destination. After a closer examination, the prey caught was quite rich, and two pheasants, a mountain hare and a mountain marten were caught.

After packing up the prey, the three children and grandchildren rested on the rocks, took out dry food, found some water, and chatted while eating.

The mountain marten, among the many small prey, is very precious, and can be exchanged for a lot of silver when it is taken to the town store. Therefore, the three of them seemed very happy, and decided to take advantage of the fact that it was still early to walk forward for another two or three miles to see if they could meet elk, zhangzi and other prey.

Hide your prey in a hollow in a tree and seal it with gravel to avoid being found by other beasts, then get up and go on your way.

There are few people in this area, and there are many places where there is no way to find them. You need to cut off the vines in front of you with a wood knife before you can pass through.

Just as the three of them were looking for their prey, a sudden 'squeak, squeak' sound suddenly came from more than a dozen feet away.

Hearing the sound, Qin Hong quickly climbed up the hill in front of him, picked up the bushes, and saw a 200-pound boar biting the roots of the tree more than ten meters away.

The boar has two large fangs, pointed forward, which looks very scary.

The boar's ears are abnormally sensitive, and when Qin Hong discovered it, it also discovered Qin Hong.

Qin Hong saw that he couldn't hide, so he got up and hurriedly shouted behind him: "It's a boar, you run back quickly, I'll stop it." ”

Ignoring anything else, Qin Hong picked up the steel fork and did a good job of defense.

The mountain boar was extremely aggressive, and when he saw someone disturbing his eating, he was very angry, and a ball of white gas erupted from his nose, and with a howl, he rushed towards Qin Hong. In a moment, he rushed to Qin Hong.

Seeing the boar rushing closer, Qin Hong held a steel fork in his hand and suddenly thrust it into his eyes. At the same time, he leaped to the side to avoid the boar's two sharp fangs.

Due to its rush, the fork failed to hit its prey. The mountain boar crossed Qin Hong with a 'poof' and rushed down the hill.

At this time, Qin Fengming and the others had not run far. When Grandpa saw the boar rushing towards him, he had to turn around, holding a steel fork and intending to intercept it, so that Qin Fengming could hide farther.

Because of inertia, the mountain boar failed to turn around and attack Qin Hong, but rushed straight to his grandfather.

Seeing the boar rushing towards him, the grandfather did not panic much, and took the steel fork in his hand to face the wild boar door and inserted it. The skin of the mountain boar is rough and thick, and hunters in the mountains know that only the eyes are its weak point.

Grandpa's steel fork, although inserted into the boar's head, failed to hit its vital point, 'bang', the steel fork was bounced away by the boar's hard skin. At the same time, it also crossed the grandfather.

The boar was attacked twice, and although it did not hurt the vital point, it was also in great pain. At this time, the mountain boar was already very angry, his eyes flashed with fierce light, howled, and rushed directly to Qin Fengming not far away.

Qin Fengming turned his head and saw the mountain boar coming towards him, and was immediately shocked. Throwing the small steel fork away, he ran backwards as fast as he could.

Although he was shocked, Qin Fengming did not panic, and his three or four years of hunting career had already made him know how to avoid danger. He is small and very agile, and when the boar pounces on him, he jumps alertly behind the big tree next to him. can always avoid the fangs of the boar.

As soon as he experienced the two forks, the mountain boar was already in a state of anger, and the only target was Qin Fengming, who was defenseless in front of him.

Although after three years of hunting and climbing mountains to collect firewood, Qin Fengming is much more physically physical than children of the same age in the city. But he was always a ten-year-old child, and after two or three dodges, he was already panting.

At this moment, the boar rushed towards Qin Fengming again, due to the decline in physical strength, Qin Fengming failed to dodge the boar's fangs this time, and was picked by the fangs, and then flew out. Crashed into a large tree and rolled down the hillside.........

PS: This is a Xiuxian text, but there is more foreshadowing in the front, I hope readers will read it patiently.