The silent woods are full of bare trees.

A few red-billed finches pecked on the ground.

Tang Wen quietly approached, hiding behind a big tree not far away.

He bent down, his arm raised back slightly, and then waved his hand violently, as if in the water!

Sou!

A scream.

The fist-sized red-billed finch flapped its wings and rolled on the ground.

Hit!

Regardless of the excitement, Tang Wen immediately ran over and grabbed the red-billed finch that was still twitching.

The little thing has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and the struggle and convulsions make people's palms hurt, until the bird's head is twisted, and it completely loses its vitality.

Meat!

Tang Wen swallowed his saliva and put the red-billed finch into the cloth bag around his waist. Then he pulled out a stone from his waist again.

"Twitter, twitter"

I saw the remaining red-billed finches fly to the trees that were close at hand.

They chirped, stood on the branches, and flapped their wings at Tang Wen.

Tang Wen smiled, the harsh environment made these birds learn to save physical strength.

It's a lot easier.

Sou!

Syllable!

The stone hit the branch and missed.

Frightened again, the red-billed finch soared into the air and flew into the distance.

Tang Wen sighed.

It is impossible to chase, it is a waste of physical strength.

Changes to the experience panel:

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering (0→17/1000)]

17 XP?

Hitting a living creature is different!

He was a little excited and continued his exploration in the woods with light feet.

The number of red-billed finches in the woods is less, and there are more red-headed finches eating grass seeds in the black grass outside.

But there were also a lot of people there, people from the camps, and scavengers.

Tang Wen would rather stay in the woods and look for it slowly, rather than expose his skill in beating stones.

Squeak, squeak, with thick dead branches and leaves under his feet, and the smell of dirt between his mouth and nose.

"Tsk"

After walking for a while, the familiar cry came with the wind.

He stopped, quietly discerned his direction, and walked towards the right front.

"Twitter"

Four or five red-billed finch, calling from the branches.

For the first time, Tang Wen felt that their red beaks were so bright and beautiful, and their chirping sounds were so pleasant.

That's it!

Sou!

The stone interrupted the bird's cry, and an even more beautiful scream was heard.

The experience panel flashed by.

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering (17→33/1000)]

Smack.

The red-billed finch that was stoned to death fell down, but Tang Wen didn't pick it up at the first time.

He stared at the other red-billed finches flapping their wings and flying away, scattering and soon landing on different trees.

It's not far, and it's scattered.

Tang Wen smiled and picked up the dead bird on the ground and walked to the next tree.

Even if these red-billed finches don't make a call, their bright red beaks, in this lonely black-brown woods, are more conspicuous than the sparse hair on the head of the company boss in Tang Wen's previous life.

Whoosh, snap.

A red-billed finch fluttered and fell, and soon stopped moving.

[Skill: Throwing stones, mastering (33→51/1000)]

This did not alarm the birds in the other trees.

Bending down to pick it up, Tang Wen felt out a new stone and quietly approached another tree.

Whoosh, smack!

The stone smashed against the branch, and there was a crisp sound.

"Gan!"

Tang Wen's annoyance did not fall, and several red-billed finches nearby flew away one after another.

He took the stone, took a look, and threw it into the air.

As expected, it was smashed.

In the jungle, it gets darker faster.

He couldn't help but speed up the pace of searching......

Half an hour later, the sun had completely set.

Tang Wen hurriedly hurried in the direction of the camp, there were no street lights here, and night was definitely synonymous with danger.

Along the way, many people hurried back like him, and a few people with sticks in their hands squatted on the side of the road and stared at the crowd.

A few pairs of thief eyes searched up and down everyone's body.

Tang Wen's waist was bulging, which naturally attracted their attention.

Fortunately, Tang Wen also noticed the unkindness of these people.

What a way of the world!

He scolded angrily in his heart, and did not speed up his pace, but suddenly stumbled under his feet, and the heavy cloth bag on his waist made a loud noise with his movements.

It's a stone!

This hapless boy!

I thought I had dug up something to eat.

The people squatting on the side of the road, hearing the sound, looked at Tang Wen's thin body, and knew that this kid hadn't eaten a few full meals.

Immediately classified by them as, easy to bully, but not a little oil and water in the ranks.

If you don't have oil and water, why are you bothering to bully?

Seeing that they looked away, Tang Wen adjusted his steps slightly and walked in the direction of the camp without changing his face.

It wasn't until he entered the camp that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's safe!

The value of ten catties of chestnut rice flowers.

Passing by the door of his shack, he didn't stop, and walked straight in the direction of the market.

On the east side of the camp, there are rows of stone houses.

The road is wide here, and there are people setting up stalls on the ground.

Most of the stalls are filled with things that have been dug out of nowhere.

Tang Wen walked over, and at a glance, he found that this belonged to the people who picked up rags on the earth, and they wouldn't look at it for half an eye.

After all, this is the outskirts of the camp, and the people who live here are only slightly better than the scavengers outside.

He walked all the way in, and did not stop until he saw a stone wall with a gate made of iron fence in the middle, and stone houses like bunkers on either side of the gate.

From his memory, Tang Wen knew that the inside of the iron gate was called - the city.

In the mouths of the people on the outskirts of the camp, the city is a place where they can eat corn and rice every day.

Everyone wants to live in it, but they don't qualify.

Brother Li, who collects rent in the camp, said that in the city, you can't live in it if you pay a few catties of food!

Tang Wen looked inside the iron gate for a while, curious.

The original owner wandered with his parents and lived in the camp for several years, but it seems that no one in the city knew him.

The thick city wall built of stones in front of him made Tang Wen couldn't help but guess: such a big stone, I'm afraid it doesn't weigh hundreds or thousands of catties, and such a neat wall can really be done by manpower?

Just these people who can't eat enough like themselves?

Or is there still some artifact of civilization preserved in the city?

Coo-goo-goo......

The stomach barked.

Tang Wen laughed at himself: I'm a person who can't eat enough, why do I worry about this.

He turned his head to look to his right, where there was a pennant hanging in the stone house, and the word "rice" was embroidered on it.

Rice shop.

It is said that it was opened by the big people in the inner city.

"Get out of here empty-handed!"

Tang Wengang stepped into the door and took two steps when he heard an impatient voice in his ears.

A man appeared around the corner from the doorway, covered in leather armor, with a leather hat on his head, and a wound crossbow in his hand.

Arrows of steel, glowing with cold light.

"Yes, yes, there's red-billed finch."

Tang Wen hurriedly took out a dead bird from the cloth bag containing the stones.

"Let's go inside."

"Good, good."

Turning the corner, a long table several meters long was lying there with a scale on it.

And the yard is full of black pottery rice jars, each mouth is more than half a person high, the two of them hug so thick, roughly counted, there are more than 20 mouthfuls.

It's all grain?

Tang Wen, who had been hungry for two days, was short of breath and his eyes were red.

If I had so many, no, even if I only had a jar of grain, I would be able to survive this winter!

"Red-billed finches are rare, I'll take a look."

Behind the long table, the little old man on the chaise longue slowly lifted the animal skin on his body and stood up.

Tang Wen handed over the red-billed finch in his hand.

"Yo, captured alive? After catching it, you broke your neck? ”

Before he finished speaking, Tang Wen gave a thumbs up: "Boss!" You're right! How much corn can you exchange for a bird? ”

The little old man smiled slightly, and threw the bird on the scale: less than 2 taels.

That's 8 or 90 grams.

"It's only one or two pieces of meat to remove the hair, but fortunately, it's quite complete, and there are hearts, livers and brains. Count you in a pound and three corns! ”

"Uncle, do you think you can have more? It's been a long time since I've had a full meal. Tang Wen laughed with him. The ratio of meat to corn, he has also heard, is about 1 for 10, 1 catty of meat for 10 catties of rice.

"Is there anything else in the bag?"

"Yes, and two."

Tang Wen took out two red-billed finches from his arms.

"Hey, I'm quite capable!"

"It's a coincidence, it's a coincidence."

"Hehe, it's all very complete", the boss looked at Tang Wen: "Look at your kid who is about to lose weight into a skeleton, then one and a half pounds, and catch a bird ...... later"

"If there is any more in the future, I will send it to you! Thank you owner! Thank you, uncle! ”

"Okay, pretty smart." The boss gave him one more look.

Scoop the rice, over-weigh......

Tang Wen took the coarse cloth rice bag into his arms, thanked him again, turned around and walked out of the rice shop.