Before dawn, she woke up quietly, and seeing that her younger siblings were still asleep, she dressed lightly and went into the stove room. After boiling water and washing, fill the pot with two waters, grab a handful of rice and boil some millet porridge, and put the remaining two cakes and three steamed buns on the pot to heat.

Anxin rubbed his eyes and walked out of the back room, "Sister, why did you get up so early?" ”

Quiet raised her head and looked at this sensible sister, "It's still early, what are you doing when you get up?" I've already cooked the meal. After a while, I was going to go to the mountains to see if I could catch pheasants, hares, or whatever, and go to the town for some money. You take care of the two little ones at home, just stay in the house and don't go anywhere, it's far from the village, and there's nothing to take care of, and you plug the door from the inside after I'm gone. Don't wait for me for lunch, the steamed buns and cakes are gone, and there is still some millet and cornmeal left, so you can watch and cook something at noon. ”

"Sister, you have never gone into the mountains to hunt, although you learned kung fu from your father, but..." After saying that, his eyes were already red.

Quiet knew that this was her sister worried about herself, smiled at her comfortingly, and said in a brisk voice: "That's your sister's ability, don't worry, my sister will definitely come back safely, maybe you can catch a few pheasants and hares, and I will give you stewed meat to eat when the time comes." ”

Ate a cornmeal tortilla and drank a bowl of millet porridge. took another steamed bun and carried it in her arms, there were originally two cakes, and Jing Jing planned to eat one and take the other, but she couldn't help it, and the one she carried in her arms became a steamed bun. With a basket and a bow and arrows on his back, and a dagger pinned to his waist, he walked quietly towards Daqingshan.

In fact, the original quiet followed his father into the mountains, but only halfway up the mountain, and he had never been to the inner mountains. With a stick in her hand, Jing Jing walked down the path that the villagers had stepped on to check the firewood. This big green mountain is thousands of meters above sea level, the mountain is full of trees, there are many weeds, quietly walking while observing the trees on both sides, not dense or stout, may be the reason for the marginal area, or it may be cut down by the villagers, and walked forward for a quarter of an hour, although the trees are not dense, but they are obviously a lot thicker. Occasionally, you can still see unknown small wild vegetables that have just been drilled out of the ground.

Raise your head and look up, the branches of the big trees are entangled, like a huge net layered on top of your head, the cold wind in the early morning wind blows through the gaps, making bursts of sand, the dead leaves on the ground are blown up by the wind, rolling on the ground, and the shabby and thin cotton clothes on the body can't stop a trace of wind chill. Quietly sighed, rubbed his frozen stiff hands, and continued to walk up the mountain.

There are a lot of dead trees in this area, but the silence has not cut down. There are dry branches at the foot of the mountain, and there are many small trees, but they are not so thick, and she has only one purpose when she enters the mountain today, that is, to hunt some prey or find some herbs that can be exchanged for money. Because the food at home is only enough to eat for two days, Jiaming and Jiayue are still young and can't stand the cold and can't go hungry, but the family is about to run out of food, and the only thing that can keep out the cold is a broken quilt, so it is urgent to make money. As for whether there was danger, she didn't think too much about it, and she didn't allow it to think too much. She just wants to make money quickly now, raise her younger siblings for the original owner, and it is not in vain that she occupies the young body of others, besides, she really loves these children as her younger brothers and sisters.

In the past, he was quiet, because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child and worked all year round, his physical fitness was not bad, and now he has his own skills, with the spirit of hardship and hard work of soldiers, I believe that there is no problem in self-preservation. tightened the back basket behind him, took the bow and arrow in his hand, and walked quietly and firmly into the mountains again.

Ancient forests were rich in tree species. It is not as severe as modern logging, and many precious tree species have been extinct. Along the way, there are pines, spruce, cedars, red pines, and some unknown tree species. There are many fruit trees, but they have not yet borne fruit.

Over a small slope, there is an open flat land in front of you, where low shrubs grow sparsely, and here you are halfway up the mountain, close to the deep mountains. There are almost no traces of human activity here, and people in the village will not enter here, let alone in the spring when animals come out to feed.

After a quiet and careful observation, droppings were found near the bushes, and there were quite a few of them, and it seemed that there were often prey here. Quiet Jiang hid behind a large tree, waiting patiently. A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, there was a rustling sound at the other end of the bushes, and I looked quietly and carefully, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed. A wild rooster appeared in sight, Quiet was just about to shoot an arrow with a bow, and then ran from the other side with a grass-yellow robe, the roe deer was born with low alertness, and no one was next to him gnawing on the unknown pods hanging on the bushes, Quiet thought for a while, the pheasant reacted quickly, the roe deer reacted slowly, and the roe deer was also more valuable than the pheasant, and the size was bigger. But she wanted the roe deer, and she wanted the pheasant. After thinking about it, he aimed his bow and arrow at the pheasant, and then regardless of whether he missed or not, he quickly ran towards the stupid roe deer who was still stunned. At the same time, he pulled the bow and took the arrow, aimed at the stupid roe deer, and shot out with a "whoosh", which is not very flexible for this kind of bow and arrow, but fortunately, it was shot. The roe deer ran forward a few steps before falling to the ground, blood spurting out, and the surrounding history was filled with the smell of blood.

Quietly and happily ran forward, pulled out the arrows on the robe, put down the back basket behind him, spread a layer of hay in it, picked up the roe deer on the ground, and put it into the back basket behind him. Quiet turned back and walked towards the pheasant, who had been shot in the stomach and was already dead. I picked it up and looked at it to see if there were three or four pounds. After all, he was hungry for a winter, so he threw the pheasant into the basket, covered it with withered grass, and pulled it tightly, and then put the basket on his back, and hurried in the other direction. Because the smell of blood here is too strong, it will attract large beasts, and it will be difficult for her to get out of it then. After all, it was her first time hunting in the mountains, and she was not familiar with the mountain. It's better to be on the safe side.

There is no trace of this road that no one has walked, and when I was almost halfway up the mountain, I found a sumac, which is a Chinese medicinal material, and in modern times, there are not many of this kind of sumac. Sumu is a dried heartwood of the genus Fabaceae, and in previous generations this medicinal material was mostly distributed in the south. Sumu can stop bleeding and reduce swelling, dissolve stasis and relieve pain, and it is a relatively precious medicinal material. This sumu is three or four meters tall and has a thin calf. Even if it is relatively tall, it may also have something to do with the climate and soil here, and in the era when it was not polluted, the medicinal herbs grew exceptionally well.

Quietly put the back basket aside, took out the firewood knife from the back basket, and cut it up one by one, and cut it a hundred or so times before he cut down this Su wood, which can be sold for money. Jing Jing took out the steamed bun from his arms, ate it in three or five bites, and then carried the basket on his back, dragged Su Mu, and walked down the mountain excitedly.