In early spring and February, the cold wave has not yet receded, the biting north wind is howling, the valley is shady and low-lying, there is still residual snow that has not melted, and on the river beach on the south bank, there is a large elm forest, on the withered yellow branches, carefully inspected, but there are tender shoots extracted.

Wei Shi leaned against the elm tree, his expression was uncertain, and after an hour, he could be considered to bow his head and accept the reality of the crossing.

Wei Shi in the previous life, born in a small town, his parents were ordinary farmers, relying on the diligence of being a problemalist, he was admitted to the ideal university, and then studied for a master's degree, and after graduation, he settled in Shencheng and became a senior technician ........

If he doesn't cross, Wei Shi's next dream is to buy a house in this big city, and then marry a virtuous and filial wife, settle down, and hope to take over his parents who have worked hard all his life in his lifetime.

But life is impermanent, and before Wei Shi could save enough for the down payment on the house, he was in a car accident on the way back to the rental house, and then became a member of the crossing army.

The person he possessed was about seventeen years old, and his surname was Wei, and his nickname was Shishi.

This small village called Elm Bay is a resting place for a group of displaced people from the north.

This break is more than ten years, Wei Shi's mother passed away after giving birth to a sister, Wei's father has the craft of iron, can make farm tools, and relies on this craftsman to support a son and a daughter.

Last summer, Blacksmith Wei contracted an epidemic and finally died after lying in bed for more than half a year.

The pillars of the Wei family are gone, leaving only Wei Shi, a half-grown son, and Wei Xiao'e, an eight-year-old girl, sitting on empty mountains, relying on neighbors to give alms, picking elm money, sarcasm and bitter vegetables, barely getting by, and this life is as miserable as it can be said.

The farthest place that the people of Elm Bay have been to is Xinye County, and they only know that the biggest official is the county order, and as for who is above the county order, the villagers no longer care.

Wei Shi had just crossed over, and he didn't dare to ask more for a while.

However, judging from the costumes worn by the villagers, Wei Shi judged that it should be in the Han Dynasty, and the Eastern Han Dynasty is very likely, but it is not known which dynasty it is.

In the conversation with the villagers, he heard Wancheng, General Zhang, Cao Sikong and other words, and he had some guesses in his heart.

How the world is is is not what Wei Shi is most concerned about at the moment.

The most important thing for him now is how to live.

Old Wei Tou's craft, Wei Shi also learned seven or eight, but when he returned to school, he really made it, but there were few successes and many failures.

Whether it's a kitchen knife, a wood knife, or a sickle, it's always broken.

The reason is also very simple, there are many impurities in pig iron, Wei Shi's strength is not enough, and he can't be kneaded, and after helping the farmers fight a few times, he even lost his capital, and gradually no one looked for him anymore.

At Wei Shi's age, if you want to rely on the skills of a blacksmith to eat, you can only improve the wood-burning stove and increase the intensity of the blast, so that you can barely raise the temperature and melt the impurities in the pig iron, otherwise, the things that are made will not be used a few times and will be wasted.

For the time being, he can't rely on his craft to eat, Wei Shi can only pin his hope of survival on hunting, and the men in the village of Yushuwan rely on this to support their families nine times out of ten.

If you want to hunt, you need to have a guy who can take advantage of it.

After Wei Shi figured it out, he started a simple bow and crossbow in the elm forest.

In his previous life, Wei Shi used to help villagers do carpentry, and when he was in college, he worked part-time in a crossbow club, so he was no stranger to making wooden bows.

However, the future is the future generation, and now is the present, and when Wei Shi chopped the elm branch with a firewood knife and started to move, he found that thinking and doing are not the same thing.

In later generations, there were machine tools, drilling machines, and electricity, but now he has nothing but a wood knife.

Six materials for bow making: dry, horn, tendon, glue, silk, lacquer.

Everything else is easy to do, that is, the tendon, according to the efficacy, it is best to use beef tendon.

Wei Shi didn't have cow tendons in his hands, so he could only find a kudzu vine in the elm forest, peel off the outer skin, and take out the elastic vines inside, temporarily used as bowstrings and bow tendons.

After a whole day of work, Wei Shi barely managed to make an elm bow, and after trying, he could shoot more than ten steps away, and it should be no problem to shoot a small prey such as a hare and pheasant.

The sky was already dark, Wei Shi was busy all day, his stomach was gurgling, thinking that the little sister at home was still waiting for him, Wei Shi's heart was horizontal, and he decided to go deep into the mountains and forests in the dark to see if he could catch some prey.

In the previous life, Wei Shi's family was in the countryside, there were mountains and forests on the side, and he was not afraid in his heart, in addition, I don't know if it was the welfare of crossing, Wei Shi's eyes were not bothered by night blindness, and his vision in the dark was not affected at all.

In February, the vegetation grows and everything recovers.

Animals that have hibernated for a winter also wake up from hunger, and their stomachs are in urgent need of nutrients before they have the strength to mate.

For hunters, it's the best time to hunt.

Wei Shi didn't walk long before he found a puddle of water, and the footprints on the ground of different depths made him suddenly surprised.

It's time to wait for the rabbit.

After waiting for about half an hour, a gray figure gradually approached, a thirsty little muntjac who wanted to drink water.

The muntjac is timid by nature, and while drinking water, he also looks up and looks around from time to time.

However, although it was alert, it was not intelligent after all, and did not find Wei Shi lying on the elm branch.

When the muntjac had drunk enough water and wanted to turn away, the elm bowstring in Wei Shi's hand was loosened.

The sharpened arrows came down from above, and in an instant they went straight to the long neck of the muntjac, and after a pop, the remaining strength was nailed to a dead wood on the ground.

When Wei Shi came down from the tree and came to the muntjac, he found that the guy was still struggling with his neck crooked, trying to get up and escape with great difficulty, but it was obvious that there was a piece of dead wood dragging it, and it couldn't get out even if it wasn't injured.

"Haha, this time I'm lucky, although this muntjac is a little smaller, it has a lot of meat and a good skin, so you can change something." Wei Shi was pleasantly surprised.

After pulling out the arrow, Wei Shi had no intention of hitting other prey, hurriedly picked up the dying muntjac, and went straight to his home at the bottom of the mountain.

This time, after coming out all day, Wei Xiao'e was home alone, and she didn't know what was going on.

There are more than 20 families in Yushuwan, half of which are the Cai family, and the rest are homeless people like the Wei family, Wei Shi's home is located at the east end of the village, and there are few families next to it.

Wei Shi, who was worried about his sister-in-law, walked straight to his home.

Although he is only the sister of the predecessor, as an elder brother, Wei Shi has the obligation and responsibility to raise Wei Xiao'e, which is also the meaning of his busy day today and taking his prey home.

Before he could reach the door, he heard Wei Xiao'e's cry from inside, and occasionally a man's rough and fierce scolding voice.

Oops.

Thousands of rushes, it's still too late.

Wei Shi's heart was anxious, his shoulders sank, he threw the muntjac to the ground, and kicked open the half-hidden door with an elm bow.