Ling Hupo walked in the village with a snort, and walked towards the direction of Xiaoyin Mountain behind the village.

There are hundreds of households in Shiyao Village, the north is wide, the villages are sparse, and there are more than a dozen steps between households, or even twenty or thirty steps.

Most of the primitive shrubs and grasses on the slopes of the hill, and there are very few crops, only near the Yangsang River, there are crops such as rice and corn, and sparse vegetables.

There is a water source here, and no one wants to open a canal to irrigate it.

Reclaiming the hillsides to grow crops, the harvest of a season of hard work is far less than going into the mountains to hunt or chop firewood, it comes lightly, and the harvest is more.

As he walked, Ling Hupo found that many villagers in the village were shining at him with strange eyes.

When they saw him passing, they all took the initiative to avoid it, turned their heads and pointed and poked behind his back, commenting on their heads.

"Whew... Look at his vigorous cowardice, and go into the mountains to hunt? Maybe when you get to the entrance of the village, turn a corner and sneak into the casino! ”

"It's just that this dog will never change to eat."

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Look at this scene, the appearance is either a bully ruffian, or a rat that everyone despises.

With his ability to observe, it is not difficult to conclude that he is the street rat that everyone despises.

Do you think, who can look at a loser who gambles and drinks all day long, angrily kills his biological parents, and abuses his daughter-in-law?

But the dignified meritorious athlete and the coach of the provincial team have become a street rat that everyone despises, which makes Hupo feel aggrieved.

Entering the mother, this crossing is a big loss.

At this time, he was ashamed, but he couldn't confess in public, and he couldn't wait to get into it by himself if there was a crack under his feet now.

When a shrunken turtle?

But on second thought, in the long run, this is definitely not a problem.

He wants to take practical actions to slowly change the villagers' perception of himself.

Soon, he walked to the back mountain.

This is a mountain range, a continuous stream of large and small peaks, go in, and if you are not careful, you will never want to come out for the rest of your life.

Experienced hunters, when they go to the innermost part of the mountain, usually mark the trees so that they don't get lost when they return.

Late autumn and early winter are the best hunting seasons of the year, and this is when the prey is at its fattest.

In northern Xinjiang, during the cold winter and wax moon, the animals have to go into the cave to hibernate, and the body is not fattened, so can it be done?

Ling Hupo walked cautiously, trying to adjust his breathing as well as possible without making a loud wheezing sound.

With your ears pricked up, you can look at the six paths and see what prey may be.

These are instinctive reactions of the body's organs, indicating that the original owner of this body has the basic skills of a good hunter.

If you want to talk about bad learning, that is, in the last year or two.

As the saying goes: three years of good learning and three days of bad learning, this is probably what it means.

Suddenly, fifty or sixty meters ahead, there was a hint of movement.

Ling Hupo looked at it fixedly, and his face was happy.

A fat female rabbit could not bear the hunger and braved the cold to come out of the nest to feed.

She shrunk up, a pair of small eyes dripping, looked around vigilantly, buried her head from time to time, and grinned at weeds and plants.

"Whoosh..."

A soft cracking sound sounded.

A finely sharpened arrow galloped in, "Porphyry...", and thrust into the female rabbit's body, passing through the ribs, and the iron arrow was driven into the hillside.

The female rabbit whimpered and threw herself on the grass, twitching for a while before moving.

Linghu Po flashed out from behind the tree with a big iron bow in his hand, walked forward with a smile, picked up the hind legs of the female rabbit and body temperature, and walked forward.

This big black iron bow is already the strongest bow power for hunting, called a stone bow, and it takes one hundred and twenty pounds of arm strength to fully open the bow.

Linghu Po's arm strength is very strong, and it is estimated that he can shoot three stone bows.

There is a law in the court of the final Jin Dynasty, and the iron bow used by the people shall not exceed one stone bow, otherwise, the king will be imprisoned for violating the law, or even beheaded.

Pull out the arrow and put the dead rabbit in the bamboo basket, which is the first trophy.

He continued on his way to find his next target.

Hunting in the mountains can be divided into two types: big hunting and small hunting.

The so-called big hunting is to prepare to enter the deep mountains and old forests, need to stay in the wild, generally round trip for several days, which can hit big roe deer, deer, mountain antelope, etc.

The big hunt is generally a group of three or five people, and when they return, they can carry hundreds of pounds of prey home.

In the deep mountains and old forests, in addition to big prey, there are also large beasts such as tigers, leopards and wolves.

Therefore, there is a big danger in big hunting, and it is safer to hunt in a group, and there is an experienced old hunter to lead the team.

And the small hunt, just like Linghupo is now, hunting some small animals in the shallow mountains close to home, picking some wild mushrooms and wild fruits by the way, and returning home on the same day with good foot strength.

Linghu Po was alone, and it was the first time after the crossing, of course, he could only choose a small hunt.

In this way, Linghupo set out early in the morning, crossed the Michong Mountain, and by about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, he had harvested three hares, two pheasants, and a flower-tailed pheasant.

In the golden season of hunting, this kind of harvest is not too much, but it is also passable, these prey allows him and Xiuniang to eat for at least half a month, or can sell more than 100 copper coins.

Now, he needs to find a cave to rest, eat his belly, and then go down the mountain and rush home.

Soon, a small cave came into view, shallow and dry, with improvised wooden beds made of trees, campfire ash heaps, etc.

It was clearly a resting place for hunters.

Experienced old hunters, they all have relatively fixed hunting routes, as well as resting places.

Linghu Po untied his belongings, picked up some dry firewood on the nearby hillside, and used a hunting knife to clean one of the pheasants by the mountain stream, cut it into several pieces, skewered it with a long bamboo stick, and returned to the entrance of the cave.

He took out the fire fold from his bosom, put it in his mouth and blew it lightly, lit the dry leaves and branches, crackled for a while, and the bonfire started.

Linghupo sprinkled the skewered pheasant with a little coarse salt and began to roast the meat.

The smell of meat wafted from the cave, making Hu Po already salivate, and his throat swallowed saliva from time to time.

From yesterday noon to the present, he has only eaten a corn nest and a few mouthfuls of rice bran porridge, and he is already hungry and exhausted.

Eating meat makes the body strong.

This fat pheasant, after plucking and cutting its belly, has a net weight of five or six catties.

Under his magical play, it emits an alluring aroma.

It's almost cooked.

He picked up one of his hind legs and chewed on it in disregard.

Although he was grinning with his teeth burned, he gnawed a chicken leg clean in a little effort.

This was followed by another large piece of breast meat.

After a short time, he had already eaten half of the pheasant, and the other half was wrapped in oilcloth, put it in a bamboo basket, and took it home for dinner for Xiuniang.

Although he was a little annoyed when he went out, he was a well-educated modern person, how could he be with an ancient little girl.

I don't know if she has left home now.

Deep down in his heart, he actually didn't want her to leave.

Everyone is a hard-working person.