fifth form

Chapter 1
The scorching breath continued to descend, and the residual blood of the setting sun shook out the last ray of light.

Zhang Xuezhou looked out of the window at the sky at the beginning of night, only to realize that the difficult day had finally passed.

This kind of hot weather makes people feel uncomfortable. There is no cooling device, no iced cold water, and no high-rise buildings to block the sun from the sun.

Even the house where he lives still reveals a little faintly visible peripheral light.

The world is like a steamer, and he is the poor bug in the steamer.

In this weather, Zhang Xuezhou just wanted to lay his body in a bucket and wait for the day to pass peacefully.

"Fortunately, I don't have to practice martial arts with those bulls!"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched his head and looked at the center of the village more than two hundred meters away.

It is a favorite gathering place for young people in the village, and it is also a place for young people to practice martial arts.

The practice of young people is not advanced, it is nothing more than archery, constantly tempering muscle memory and eyesight.

In this era, archery hunting is an essential skill if you want to fill your stomach.

Only by constantly hunting wild beasts can everyone continue to obtain meat and strengthen their bodies.

Survival skills are just what everyone needs. Not only young people need to take the initiative to practice, but parents, patriarchs, elders and other respected people will also urge them to practice.

Zhang Xuezhou's laziness is not because he has a pivotal position in the village, nor is he the second generation of the village, he is just weak.

Zhang Xuezhou was almost an adult, and Zhang Xuezhou could barely lift a hundred-jin stone millstone.

Compared with Zhang Changgong, the leader of the young people, who stretched out his arms to easily lift more than [-] kilograms of iron pier, Zhang Xuezhou's strength was a bit weak, and he was somewhat lacking in pulling ordinary bows and arrows.

The village does not support idlers, and it is impossible to practice martial arts. Zhang Xuezhou learns to make a living and counts.

In addition to learning characters, his most important learning is calculation.

Hunting beasts, good and bad crops after harvesting...

In villages, all kinds of harvests must be counted, and the contributions of each household must be calculated to distribute the harvest.

Balance calculation is extremely easy for Zhang Xuezhou, it is nothing more than addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but it is a technical job to do things well, not cause an imbalance in distribution, and convince everyone without resentment.

People who do this job in the village are not likable, and they will always offend some people.

Even the patriarchs and respected elders will have a headache because of food distribution, so they can only continue to introduce some scapegoats to share the pressure.

Whoever can't do it anymore, the elders will replace it with another person.

Constant rotation, every three to five years there will be different newcomers.

Turn after turn, Zhang Xuezhou, who was following as an apprentice, was pushed to the front of the stage.

"Boy, the hunting group is coming back soon, grab the scales and weights, and get ready to work!"

More than a hundred meters away, the second elder Zhang Houtu, who supervised the young people's martial arts training, yelled.

This made Zhang Xuezhou respond quickly and jumped out of the big wooden barrel filled with water.

He threw on a rough shirt indiscriminately, and then mentioned the large scale in the village that symbolized fairness and justice.

This is a large scale that can weigh a thousand catties. The beam of the large scale is more than two meters long, and the weight is ten catties.

The specifications of the large scale are not surprising. Zhang Xuezhou has weighed more than [-] catties of boars in the past.

More than [-] people in the village have [-]% of their food rations, and they all count on the harvest of the hunting group.

Whether to eat grass or meat depends on the ability of the village team.

Zhang Xuezhou picked up the large scale and strode out of the yellow mud walled house.

At the entrance of the village, the cheerful barking of hounds and human voices approached.

When the hunting group returned, the village was as lively as a festival.

Young people practicing martial arts, old people and children, farmers in the field, or women busy with needlework all gathered in the center of the village.

"Brother Xuezhou, share some more meat with my family later, my mother hasn't eaten meat for half a month!"

"This month's hunting is all about some crows and sparrows. There is not much meat, but a pile of bones. They can't fill their stomachs at all."

"Zhang Cigong, your mother hasn't eaten meat for half a month. Is it because you eat all of it? If you eat a few bites, your mother will have meat to eat. Why should you share more meat!"

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Amid the din of voices, there was no lack of those who had a relationship with Zhang Xuezhou, and there were also those who were ironic.

Food is the sky, and even the best friendship will deteriorate in the face of hunger.

If it weren't for the long time of contact, it would be difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to understand the emotional changes of human beings when they lack food.

He trotted for a while, followed behind the lame second elder, muttering, "Everyone has meat to eat", and kept a close eye on the young men who were pulling the gate of the village.

Whether he can eat meat, whether he can share more meat, does not depend on his allocation, but focuses more on the harvest of the hunting group today.

The heavy wooden door was pulled open by four young men with great effort.

After the big wooden door opened a line, the hound happily turned its tail and entered the village.

The heavy footsteps of many tall men and women carrying bows and scimitars echoed in my ears.

This made Zhang Xuezhou happy, and joy appeared on the faces of many people.

There is obviously a difference between carrying a heavy load and walking with a light load.

The lighter the steps, the less rewards.

The heavier the steps, the more gains are bound to be made.

This is the heaviness of the harvest.

But when the gate of the village was fully opened, many villagers who greeted the hunting group retreated slightly.

Zhang Xuezhou, who prided himself on being bold, couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

They are used to seeing jackals, tigers, leopards and beasts, but they rarely see pythons, and they are huge and poisonous pythons.

This kind of boa constrictor has even grown a single horn, so it must be extremely old.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the disgustingly colorful color of the python, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Even though some ominous creatures are dead and mutilated, they still exude the aura that strangers should not enter, making people daunting.

Two scimitars were inserted on the side of the python's head, and the blades plunged into it simultaneously.

One knife is the ear knife of the patriarch Zhang Bao's family. It is sharp enough to pierce a tortoise shell and has a strong penetrating power. It is usually regarded as life by Zhang Bao's family.

One knife is a broken wind knife.

As the name suggests, the Wind Breaking Knife can cut through even the wind. Although it is a bit exaggerated, the Wind Breaking Knife is also a rare good knife.

Most importantly, the owner of this knife is Zhang Xuezhou's father, Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong's strength belongs to the upper middle level in the village, but with this knife, Zhang Zhong became the deputy of the hunting group.

At this time, the two knives were inserted into the python's head at the same time. Zhang Xuezhou didn't need to check to know that there was only a trace of fierceness left in the python, and there was no possibility of hurting anyone.

"The skin of this snake is poisonous, don't touch it, you melon!"

There were more than forty people in the hunting group, all of them were of extraordinary strength, but the python that was more than three feet long made the hunting group have to use half of the people to transport it.

Zhang Baojia cursed at Zhang Changgong, who was eager to touch the murderous creature, and immediately made the bold Zhang Changgong retract his hand.

"Can this poisonous python be eaten?"

Zhang Changgong couldn't help asking.

"When you're hungry, you can even chew on the bark, but you won't be able to eat the meat if you give it to you." Zhang Bao's family scolded, "Don't be picky when you're young. There's a monster like this coming near us, and you won't be able to see it for hundreds of miles around. Big beast, I don't know when the next time I will eat meat!"

"Xuezhou, give me an extra two catties, and I will carry ten buckets of water for your family tomorrow!"

Zhang Baojia's words made Zhang Changgong no longer have any thoughts of being picky, and started to make connections instead, which immediately caused a lot of booing and cursing.

"Remove the fangs, drain the poisonous blood, peel off the snake's skin, and remove the poisonous veins. The rest of the python is good meat!" Zhang Chong said in a deep voice.

"While it's still fresh, let's do more," Zhang Baojia shouted, "Bring the vat of bloodletting from the village, and fetch some more basins of water!"

The giant python entered the village, and the eyes of many people who had been waiting for the meat for a long time were shining, and they all helped.

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou put the scale on, Zhang Zhong and others began to measure the gross weight.

"The scales are not enough, there are at least two thousand of these giant pythons..."

Seeing that the weight was still hanging high when it was placed at the end of the scale beam, Zhang Xuezhou made a rough estimate.

He blurted out the guessed number, and saw a flash of light from the giant python's almost white eyes.

Tyrannical, cruel, murderous, ruthless...

Being watched by the giant python, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that there were too many negative emotions in the eyes of the giant python.

If it can be done, Zhang Xuezhou has no doubt that the giant python wants to slaughter all the people in the village.

"It doesn't make sense, this dog is so heavy!" Zhang Baojia scolded.

Zhang Xuezhou has been weighing scales all year round, and Zhang Xuezhou has a very good estimation ability.

Zhang Baojia felt that there was a big difference between his estimated weight and Zhang Xuezhou's estimate.

Of course, everything is subject to what Zhang Xuezhou said. After all, he only understands white knives and red knives, and the calculations are not professional.

But the weight of this giant python was far beyond Zhang Baojia's estimate.

Even though his standard of weight estimation was low, it would not be wrong by hundreds of catties.

"This figure, this body shape, this... Forget it, cut it into two pieces and weigh it!"

He just found it difficult to figure out why his calculation ability was so low. When the big wooden barrel for bloodletting was brought, the ear knife he inserted in the python's head had been quickly taken out, and the knife was cut seven inches away from the snake.

The bull ear saber fell heavily, the body of the boa constrictor swayed weakly, and was firmly suppressed by many people.

When Zhang Zhong's wind-throwing knife relayed, the blood from the giant python's body flew out like a fountain.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt a slight burst of anger in the air, and indistinctly, bursts of fruity scents overflowed.

The air seemed to have some sweetness.

"The dog farts before it dies!"

Zhang Baojia scolded, pierced the ear knife, and a white snake tendon was picked out by the ear knife.

"It's so strong, it can be used as a top bowstring...why is there a chicken head?"

Pulling the snake's tendons upwards, the boa constrictor's squirming body immediately rushed up the swallowed things in its belly.

Zhang Bao's family saw a huge colorful golden pheasant's head being pulled out of the snake's belly.

Like the boa constrictor they captured, this colorful golden pheasant was still breathless, its head was swollen to the size of a pig's head, and there was a trace of gratitude and confusion in its eyes.

Zhang Baojia's head immediately understood the biggest reason why everyone was able to hunt and capture this fierce beast, and also knew why his estimation of weight was outrageously wrong.

"Do not eat the poisoned part!"

He stretched out his hand to grab the snake's tendons, and the ox ear knife in his hand quickly slashed across.

But when the bull ear knife pierced the colorful golden pheasant's head, the knife flew across lightly, faster than his bull ear knife.

The head of this colorful golden pheasant suddenly flew high.

Being able to entangle and fight fiercely with boa constrictors, and even fight against them all the time, until now there is still a sigh of relief. The colorful golden pheasant seems to have an auspicious name, but it is obviously not a good thing.

This is something far superior to wolves, tigers, leopards and beasts. Once the vitality is restored, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Zhang Bao's family was quick to strike, and so was Zhang Zhong.

With a slash, the chicken head flew out, and the sound of explosion in the air sounded again.

The previously sweet air suddenly condensed into a small area of ​​mist.

　The work is still in the old style, because the framework has been set, and it is difficult to escape when writing a long article, so the writing is a little bit more logical. Let's read on, the more cheerful stories should not disappoint!
　　
　
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