Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 3 The Hunt Begins

The two dogs left.

As I walked, my steps were shaky and I looked very lonely.

I didn’t even drink the meat porridge.

Because Zhao Xuan is not that mean, he gave up half a can of meat porridge to the person who cheated him.

He added half a ladle of water, heated up the remaining porridge, and drank it all.

The single poor man has the hardest nights.

Without recreational activities, primitive sports cannot be done.

Manual work is also not acceptable. Excessive physical exertion will make the already malnourished body worse.

Zhao Xuan's family had only four walls and could not light an oil lamp.

I washed myself down and lay on the bed, but it was too early to fall asleep, so I couldn't help but think about a way out.

There is no doubt about the short-term plan, rely on talent to improve archery skills, use archery skills to obtain prey, and then exchange for food and other living materials, solve the problem of food and clothing, and live well.

But this is temporary.

He couldn't be a hunter and farmer all his life.

The low mountain village is too remote and has little information.

When his conditions are better, he must go out and see if there are any promotion channels.

With his talent, as long as there is a way out, it will only happen sooner or later.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to have many beautiful concubines, sounds, dogs and horses?

Along with the sweet dream, Zhao Xuan gradually fell asleep.

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

The ambitious Zhao Xuan jumped out of bed, filled his belly with a bowl of porridge, took his bow and arrows, and headed straight to the back mountain.

Today’s action: Hunting.

Goal: Basic archery progress +3, prey weighing more than 3 pounds.

After climbing to the top of the mountain with all his strength, Zhao Xuan obviously felt different from the panting yesterday. Today he was just panting slightly and felt a little tired.

The improvement of his basic archery skills and the enhancement of his physique were fully revealed at this moment.

He had good luck today.

When I climbed up and took a look, I saw a group of turtle doves playing in the distance.

At a rough count, there are no less than thirty or forty.

In a word, just do it.

Zhao Xuan unhooked his bow, held the arrow in his hand, and crept closer. He didn't rush into the shooting range, took aim with his bow, saw the right moment, and shot out an arrow.

It was a sneak attack without martial ethics. Before the turtle doves could dodge, one of the turtle doves was hit in the chest and fell from the treetop.

Good start!

Zhao Xuan did not impatiently collect the spoils, but took advantage of the other turtle doves to run around in shock and fired arrows one after another.

After firing more than ten arrows in a row, the hard work paid off, and another unlucky bird was shot in the vital part and lost its life.

The other turtle doves fled in all directions, gradually getting out of range.

Taizu said that it is better to chase the poor bandits with the remaining brave men.

Zhao Xuan hurriedly picked up the loot and chased the turtle doves away.

Stop and shoot along the way.

It wasn't until the turtle dove was completely gone that it was beyond the reach of the whip, and then he finally stopped.

Zhao Xuan, who was tired and out of breath, found a piece of grass to sit down, drank water, rested, and counted the harvest.

eight.

In one chase, he shot down eight turtle doves and spent 82 bamboo arrows.

The hit rate is close to one in ten.

The hit rate may not seem high, but considering that Zhao Xuan used crappy equipment like a bamboo bow and bamboo arrows and was a complete novice, his performance was already extraordinary.

Let’s look at the basic archery progress: 8/100, an improvement of two points.

To draw the key points, actual combat can improve archery skills at least twice as much as training.

This is easy to understand, the target will not move, and the prey will not sit and wait to die.

After resting for a while, Zhao Xuan regained his strength and continued on his journey.

Before that, he had to recover the failed bamboo arrows.

This time he brought a total of 130 bamboo arrows, but after consumption, there were not many left.

If you don’t recycle part of it, you will most likely face the situation of looking at the “birds” and sighing.

While picking up arrows in a patch of grass, Zhao Xuan suddenly heard a squeaking sound.

He looked up and saw a rabbit sticking out its ears not far away.The moment their eyes met, Zhao Xuan decisively drew his bow and shot an arrow, while the rabbit turned and ran away.

I saw the bamboo arrow drawing an arc and landing accurately on the rabbit's back.

Good news: it was shot.

Bad news: Too far away, not enough momentum, and the bamboo arrow bounced off the rabbit's soft fur.

Gan!
Zhao Xuan cursed secretly.

It seems that before updating his equipment, birds are his target.

Just take a look at those rough-skinned and fleshy animals like rabbits.

The reality is that if the opportunity is in front of you, you can't take it if you don't have the strength.

Zhao Xuan made up his mind: when the prey was sold, he would try to get a strong bow and make some iron arrows.

He still understands the principle that if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.

After all, that rabbit just now is worth twenty turtle doves.

Twenty!

Zhao Xuan almost lost the mood to gather the bamboo arrows.

I reluctantly collected fifty and moved to another mountain to look for prey.

On the way to the mountain, Zhao Xuan heard a faint "quacking" sound as his ears were strengthened.

He heard the sound and went looking for it, and found a nest of pheasants in a ravine.

There are big and small pheasants.

The four big ones were thirty to forty centimeters long and weighed two kilograms, making them fatter than turtle doves.

Six small ones, like newborn chickens, as big as eggs.

One of the pheasants stepped on the back of another pheasant, doing something bad.

Zhao Xuan aimed his arrow at the pheasant that bullied his companions. It had the most beautiful feathers, the fattest body, and the most obscene movements in the whole room.

As the bow string was loosened, the bamboo arrow penetrated into the pheasant's eye, killing it with one blow.

Let you do dirty things in broad daylight.

As soon as the big pheasant died, the other three pheasants were so frightened that they burrowed into the grass and disappeared, leaving a few twittering chicks wandering around in confusion.

For a moment, Zhao Xuan wanted to take these little pheasants back and raise them.

But when he was picking up pheasants, the smell of chicken feces that hit his nose made him give up the idea.

He only has one room, lives by himself and raises chickens. Isn't he looking for trouble for himself?

Forget it, it’s good to just let them out in nature without feeding them and catch them when they’re fat.

After harvesting the pheasants, Zhao Xuan's luck seemed to have come to an end today.

After walking around for a few times, I encountered a few scattered birds. Before I could draw my bow, they ran away.

During this period, we also encountered rabbits several times, deer twice and wild boar once.

Wild goods are abundant, but for him with poor equipment, it is like a eunuch going to a brothel, useless.

Especially the wild boar, which is 1.5 meters long and has [-] centimeters of tusks.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuan was far away and could run fast, otherwise the wild boar would have charged and ended up on the mountain.

With lingering fear, he saw that it was getting late, so he hurried down the mountain and returned home with his loot.

After returning home, Zhao Xuan picked a turtle dove and took care of it. He plucked the feathers, chopped it into pieces, blanched it, and made porridge as he did yesterday.

He planned to take the other seven turtledoves and pheasants to the market and sell them.

The rice at home is running low, and there is only a handful of salt left.

These daily necessities, as well as hunting bows and iron arrows, all have to be bought at the market.

In Zhao Xuan's memory, there were two markets near Dishan Village.

One place is called Shangtangji, which is eight miles away and was built based on the Shangtang Station next to the official road.

The other place is called Chang'aoji, which is ten miles away and is built on the basis of Chang'ao Pavilion.

The imperial power did not go to the countryside, and Ting was responsible for helping the government collect taxes.

Chang'ao Pavilion is regarded as the political center of Shili Baxiang.

Both markets are not close to Low Mountain Village, but compared to the county town fifty miles away, they are already the choice of most people nearby.

If Zhao Xuan remembers correctly, he went to Shangtang Market eleven times.

That is to say, go to the market on the tenth, twentieth and thirty days of each month.

The Chang'ao market is held on the eighth day of each month, on the eighth, eighteenth and 28th of each month.

Every time we go to the market, people from all over the country will come together. Not only will there be more goods, but the transaction volume will also increase.

Today is the tenth day of the lunar month. We should go to Shangtang Market.

(End of this chapter)