The huge sun stingily shed its last rays of light and completely hid itself in the col. In the early and late autumn season, the weather is very bright, and the tall trees are hanging with sparse golden leaves, and they are dancing happily in the wind. Although the countless plants and trees on the thick earth are about to twilight, they still show endless hope and vitality, and they seem to know that after the harsh winter, spring will come again, and their new life will follow.

At this moment, beside a path, a little pine mouse carefully peeked out of the middle of a canopy of artemisia grass, a pair of thief eyes looked around, and small pink paws curled up in front of his chest.

This is the only mountain road leading to the village ahead, and the little mouse has picked up delicious jerky foam on the road more than once.

However, before the little pine chipmunk could smell the aroma of what kind of food was coming from the air, it suddenly found that its sky instantly became dark, and at the same time, an unprecedented sense of crisis made the hair around it explode immediately.

Then, before it could figure out what was going on, it was crushed by a large paw with a raw pad, and sunk completely into the soft dirt.

"Dabai, I'll whip you if you're naughty!"

On one side of the mountain road, a very immature but crisp and loud young man's voice sounded.

The giant claws with meat pads came from a saber-toothed tiger with a body length of more than two meters.

Hearing the young man's words, the sword thorn tiger named Da Bai raised his giant claws, looked at the little pine chipmunk that had been completely flattened by himself in the dirt, a pair of tiger eyes glared twice, and then turned his head and roared in a low voice at the young man who came over, as if he was saying something.

The young man walked over, stretched out his hand and gently pressed twice on Da Bai's head, and then walked back along the mountain road with a smile, and Da Bai, who was touched by the young man, shook his head very contentedly and followed the young man with a bully step.

The boy's clothes were very simple, and his shirt and pants made of rough linen looked like they had been washed for I don't know how many times. His belt was even just a bunch of rattan, and on his feet were a pair of white animal skin boots.

Although he was dressed simply, the young man's face was full of vitality and a resolute look that could not be compared with his peers.

He carried a large wooden bow on his back, a quiver and a sharp boning knife from his waist. On his right hand were three fat hares and two pheasants with flowery tails.

This young man who is walking home is the third son of Miao Dazhu, a villager in Yanzhuang, Miao Mingqi.

For Ming Qi, today is a bumper harvest day, so he even hummed a song that others couldn't understand along the way, the voice was not loud, but it was deep and clear.

After a while, Yanzhuang was in front of you, and you could see the smoke rising from the people in the village, and the villagers were returning home one after another, after a hard day, or not long, it was dinner time.

At this time, a forty-year-old middle-aged man on the side of the road saw Ming Qi, put down the work in his hand and said with a smile: "San Lang, there are more prey today." ”

Ming Qi smiled, showed a mischievous look and said, "Uncle Thursday, today is my luck." ”

As he spoke, he ran quickly towards the house, and Da Bai still followed Ming Qi with an overlord step, not minding the villagers passing by on the side of the road at all.

Looking at Ming Qi's distant back, Uncle Thursday's eyes were full of envy, "If my Xiaowang can be like San Lang, it would be great." ”

Ming Qi's house was in front of the village, and soon Ming Qi came to the front of the house.

It's a very modest one, with three thatched houses and a small kitchen next to it. The house was surrounded by a fence wall of arm-thick wood, and in the yard there were two old hens preparing to find a place to sleep.

By this time, smoke was already rising from the kitchen.

When he came to the door, Ming Qi didn't go in for the first time, but looked his whole body up and down first, and then shouted loudly: "Mother, Xiaolan, I'm back." ”

At the same time, Da Bai, who was following Ming Qi, also roared twice in tacit understanding, as if he was also telling Ming Qi's family that it had also returned.

As soon as Ming Qi's voice fell, a crisp voice sounded in the courtyard.

"Brother Ming Qi, what kind of prey did you shoot today?"

With the crisp children's voice, I saw a little girl running out of the main house, this little girl looked like eight or nine years old, with a pair of big eyes like crystal, a round face was flushed, and the whole person looked like a fat porcelain doll.

Seeing the little girl come out, Ming Qi smiled, shook the prey in his hand, and said to the little girl: "Xiaolan, go tell Brother Dingzi and let him come to our house at night to drink chicken soup!"

"Hmm. The little girl simply agreed, and ran towards the village.

Entering the courtyard, Ming Qi put down the wooden bow and quiver, then put the hare in the prey first, and then carried the two pheasants to a small river next to the village to wash and peel them.

With the addition of these two pheasants, tonight's dinner is destined to be very rich.

After a while, there was a burst of fragrance wafting from the kitchen of the Ming Qi family.

This fragrance is rich and long, and many villagers who have gone home have shown envious looks, especially Ming Qi's father, Miao Dazhu, when he was sure that the fragrance was wafting out of his own home, he couldn't help but talk excitedly to the villagers around him.

Although Yanzhuang is a half-hunting and half-farming village, not everyone can eat broth twice in three days, and the life of the Ming Qi family is obviously a notch higher than that of other families in terms of eating.

Of course, this does not mean that the Seven family is rich, but that Ming Qi is too good at hunting, although he does not have the strength to hunt big prey, but since Ming Qi went out hunting alone for the first time, he has never returned empty-handed, so that the villagers ignore Ming Qi's age of less than ten years old.

As a result, people in Yanzhuang often say that Miao Dazhu gave birth to a Fuwa this time, and the child of San Lang must have been favored by the gods.

At night, the family gathered around the stone table in the middle of the courtyard and happily ate and drank chicken soup, such a dinner, even for Miao Dazhu, was very rich.

At this time, there were seven people eating around the table, Ming Qi's parents, two elder brothers Miao Sen and Miao Yan, and Xiaolan and Ming Qi's Dingzi brother, a teenager.

Xiaolan's name is Mo Lan, but she is not Ming Qi's sister, she met Ming Qi in the mountains a year ago when she was out hunting. At that time, it was a seriously injured samurai who took Mo Lan, and the samurai seemed to know that he would not live long, so he entrusted Mo Lan to Ming Qi, and told him that someone would always pick up Mo Lan in the future, and he would be given a good reward when the time came, and in this way, Mo Lan became a member of Ming Qi's family.

The last one is the king.

Wang Ding is Ming Qi's neighbor, and Ming Qi has the best relationship, every time he hits more prey, Ming Qi will call Wang Ding to eat together, and Wang Ding does not shirk, but every time he comes, he will bring some nest sweet potatoes or something.

Watching the family eat happily, the corners of Ming Qi's eyes would flash from time to time with a few happy smiles that were completely inconsistent with his age. And for this meal, Ming Qi spent most of his time sandwiching the pieces of meat in the chicken soup into Mo Lan and Wang Ding's bowls, and he ate very little himself.

After eating, Ming Qi said hello to his parents and said that he was going to find the village chief to know how to read, so he went out with Dabai.

However, he did not go to the village chief, but landed on Da Bai's back with a slight jump. The big white tiger soared with four claws, and led Ming Qi to the mountains behind Yanzhuang.

Under Da Bai's substitution, Ming Qi soon came to the front of a very hidden cave in the back mountain, the entrance of this cave was covered with a very thick Tengman, and it was impossible to see the entrance of this cave outside. Ming Qi jumped to the ground, reached out and patted Da Bai's head gently, and then pulled up the thick Teng Man branch and went into the cave. Da Bai was squatting at the entrance of the cave, like a guard, staring majestically in all directions with a pair of big tiger eyes.

The cave is not big, but it is very tortuous and deep, Ming Qi took out the fire fold to illuminate the foot and walked a distance, and then came to the depths of the cave, and then he took out a sun-dried pine branch from his body, and ignited it with the fire fold and inserted it on the cave wall, and suddenly, the cave was covered with a faint light.

The cave was filled with a lot of things, fine wooden materials for making bows and arrows, a large number of ores of all kinds, and a dozen skins of different beasts. And on a large rock in the middle of the cave, a half-made hand crossbow was being placed there.

Ming Qi first picked up the crossbow and looked at it carefully for a long time, and then put it down very helplessly. He knew that with his current ability and equipment, he could not make a crossbow at all, and many of the processes required special processing, and these processes could only be completed by senior craftsmen in the city, and as for the crossbow arrows, they had to be customized by a blacksmith.

The pine branch burned very quickly, and it was about to be extinguished, so Ming Qi replaced it with another one.

He sat cross-legged in front of the stone, then took out a small piece of paper from his body, and took out a small black pencil-like stick, and drew on it. As he drew one by one, it was evident that he had drawn a drawing of the crossbow, and that each part of the drawing was clearly marked on the side.

In a short time, the parts of a crossbow were drawn. He carefully put away the paper, then took out another one and continued to draw the other parts of the crossbow.

After two full hours passed, and several pine branches were burned, all five parts of the crossbow were drawn, and they were on five different pieces of paper, and after looking at the complete drawings, Ming Qi smiled and carefully put away the drawings.

Ming Qi was sure that once this crossbow was made, those cunning and valuable silver foxes in the mountains would no longer be able to slip out from under his nose. As long as he hunts the silver fox, it means that he can have money to buy what he wants.

Time passed little by little, after drawing the drawings of the hand crossbow, Ming Qi also drew the small crossbow arrows and marked the size, which was to be handed over to the blacksmith, so it must be clear and correct, otherwise the crossbow arrows created could not be used on the hand crossbow.

When all this was done, Ming Qi came to the entrance of the cave, and when he saw Da Bai, who was still conscientious, he couldn't help but smile, patted Da Bai's head, and sat on the ground next to it.