Ding, ding, ding!

The hammer struck the red-hot iron, and sparks flew in all directions.

"Which house did you deliver firewood?" Seeing a black-faced young man walking in with a basket of firewood, the man who struck iron asked.

There are people in the camp who collect and deliver firewood in exchange for food.

"Well, I'm not, I'm here to deliver meat, and I want to change something."

"Meat?" The blacksmith looked suspicious, you can still get meat as a half-old child?

Tang Wen put down the back basket, took out the firewood first, and then took out a chicken.

"Pheasant?"

The man who struck the iron looked carefully: "Pheasant, yes, the heart, liver, and brain are all complete, just enough to make up for my woman's body." What do you want? ”

"Kitchen knives, a couple of daggers, and scissors."

"It's too much. You can only be given kitchen knives and scissors. ”

"I'll give you the firewood too."

"That's not worth it." The big man put down the hammer.

Tang Wen took out three red-billed finches from his arms: "Add this, give me three daggers." ”

"Red-billed finch?" Dahan looked at Tang Wen in surprise, thought for a while and said, "My dagger is made of fine iron, so I can only give you one." ”

Although Tang Wen was moved, he withdrew his hand and looked like he had not changed.

The blacksmith hurriedly added: "I'll give you some more needlework." ”

The two were deadlocked for a few seconds, and Tang Wen agreed.

The blacksmith did not deceive, and the dagger he gave was more than 20 centimeters long.

Double-sided blade, the tip flashed with cold light, there was no arc, it was a straight knife, Tang Wen took it in his hand, tested the sharpness with firewood, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Next time you have meat, you can send it over."

Tang Wen looked at him seriously: "Do you have corn?" ”

"I have potatoes and sweet potatoes."

"What do you call Big Brother?"

"Li Daniu."

"My name is Tang Wen."

"Xiao Tang, there are birds that can really be sent to me. Just like today. I'll give you potatoes and sweet potatoes. My woman gave birth to a child, and the child had to eat meat to grow strong. ”

"Good!"

In a camp where there are many boys and girls and are very unbalanced, a man who still feels so sorry for his wife and children should be reliable.

In the camp, there are very few hunters, and most of them rely on catching fish in the swamps, digging grass roots, looking for wild vegetables, and turning bugs outside the camp...... Come and barely survive the winter.

In the spring, they will be able to work in the fields.

Work in the fields, take care of a meal in the camp, wait for the corn harvest, and get food.

If you want more, you can slowly save up a set of farm tools and apply for new land reclamation.

The camp gives you seeds, and the new land grows food, and the camp is divided into three or seven points.

The guards often hunted the Alien Beasts, but they would only send their prey to the city.

……

In the hut, daggers were tied to hanging stakes.

Do, do, do......

At a very close distance, the knife does not miss.

After several successes, the Experience panel appears:

[Skill: Throwing Knife, Beginner (1/500)]

The soul of Tang Wen is a Chinese person.

He has all the characteristics of Chinese people, such as anxiety, insecurity, and a phobia of insufficient firepower.

On the way back, he was thinking that the pheasant that ran out of the woods today was lucky.

But next time?

What if it's a wild wolf or an alienated beast that escapes?

I can't run and run, and if I try my best, I will open it in three or seven.

In three minutes, the alienated wolf was seven points full.

Therefore, it is urgent to practice more lethal skills.

After thinking about it, he chose the throwing knife.

After that, in addition to practicing the eight vajra gongs, Tang Wen also had to practice flying knives.

It is impossible to stay until the eight vajra skills are upgraded.

At that time, his physique and energy were too weak, and even if he could eat enough, he didn't have the energy to connect two skills in a row.

In the sound of "dodo", Tang Tang took the needle and thread, hummed an unknown song, and sewed his clothes.

Quiver.

The hundredth hit.

[Skill: Throwing Knife, Beginner (100/500)]

Practice with a wooden stake that can't move, the efficiency is too low, and if you succeed once, you only give a little experience.

At night, the north wind howls and the temperature drops.

Tang Wen's sister and brother were woken up by freezing at night, and they had no choice but to light the earthen stove to keep warm, so they barely slept until dawn.

In the morning, there were many more people walking out of the camp with bamboo baskets and firewood knives on their backs than usual.

Tang Wen also carried a basket on his back and blended in the crowd, away from the crowd of firewood, walked to the depths of the woods, found a suitable open space, and sprinkled corn.

He hid and practiced throwing knives.

With the red-billed finch coming, Tang Wen put away the dagger.

I don't know if it's because of the cold weather or what, there is only this kind of bird in the wild woods, and in the past half a month, Tang Wen has hardly seen other birds.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

Four red-billed finches were hit one after another and fell to the ground.

Tang Wen went over to pick it up and carefully inspected the corn grains on the ground.

Well, this time the shot is very timely, they haven't eaten a few bites yet, so they don't need to replenish for the time being.

At noon, he didn't go back, took out the corn dumplings that his sister pinched, coaxed his stomach to his heart, and continued to hunt.

It's getting colder, and the days are getting shorter. The bedding at home has not yet been purchased, so I need to make some birds.

The proficient level of the Flying Locust Stone skill has a high hit rate, and three or five birds fly in, often unable to escape.

In the afternoon, I finished work early as usual.

He carried a bamboo basket of dry firewood on his back, disguised as a firewood gatherer, although there were many people on the road, but he was the same as everyone else, and no one paid special attention to him.

Today's harvest was quite good, with 15 red-billed finches.

At the same time, I practiced throwing knives in the woods, and my experience increased a lot: [Throwing Knife Technique: Beginner (207/500)]

Back at the camp, he went to several rice stores, first exchanged for 10 catties of corn, then took 10 catties of corn from home, and went to the grocery store to exchange for two sets of new linen clothes and two pairs of thick linen quilts.

The hemp quilt is sewn with multiple layers of linen, and thick hay and cotton wool are stuffed between the linen cloth, as long as there are materials and willing to spend effort, a woman can sew a pair in two days. The cost is nothing more than a little effort, some needlework.

The hemp quilt was taken home, Tang Tang pouted, very reluctantly, and muttered in a low voice: What a broken thing, when it rains next year, the quilt will be moldy, and you dare to ask me for ten catties of rice......

But at night, she slept soundly.

Tang Wen sprinkled chestnut rice in the depths of the woods every day, like a fisherman making a nest in advance.

The red-billed finches, who seem to know that there is food here, fly over one after another.

For several days, Tang Wen's harvest was more than 20.

He and Tang Tang ate a roasted red-billed finch for three meals a day, and the rest was exchanged for food and necessities.

The hard days were peaceful.

There were too many corn in exchange, there were not enough rice jars at home, and the space in the house was too small to fit a large vat, so Tang Wen went to the carpenter to change a few buckets with lids to hold corn.

One day in late October, Tang Wen was carrying a hare and full of dry firewood on his back to the camp.

"Stop! Give me firewood? ”

Tang Wen's body arched instantly, looking at the person who jumped out from behind the tree.

This man was thinly dressed and tattered, with yellow and thin muscles, bulging eyes, and holding a sharpened long wooden stick in his hand, poking and poking in the direction of Tang Wen, threatening him.

It's the scavengers outside the camp, the people in the camp, not so miserable.

Tang Wen lifted the corners of his clothes, revealing the dagger shining with cold light on his waist.

It's best to be able to surrender without a fight!

The scavenger was excited: "Give me the knife, the knife too." ”

Tang Wen: ......

Sou.

The right hand shrunk into the sleeve threw out the flying locust stone directly!

"Ahh

The scavenger covered his nose and backed, slamming his back into the tree.

[Skill: Flying Locust Stone, Proficient (899→932/3000)]

Tang Wen raised his eyebrows, such a high level of experience?

Injuries and pains are commonplace for waste pickers.

His nose was broken, which only stimulated his ferocity.

The scavenger stood up, grabbed the pointed stick, and rushed over.