Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

In the morning, Niu Dazhuang emerged from the cave and, following the original owner's memories, headed towards the next hunting ground, Tiger's Den.

"Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death." Although it didn't seem far away, Niu Dazhuang crossed one ridge and then another, setting a trap wherever he saw rabbit droppings along the way.

There's a trick to using rabbit snares; they're the kind that, once you put them on, tighten the more you struggle. Along the way, I've put away all thirty-odd snares I prepared at home.

Tiger Cave is a name passed down from our ancestors. It is a large stone cave halfway up the mountain. The entrance is taller than a person, forming a triangular shape, and its depth is unfathomable. There is a mountain spring flowing through it all year round.

Slipping out of the cave, there was a large rock about ten feet square outside the cave entrance.

In the mountains, hunting near a water source is the most effective and effortless method, and the large rocks at the cave entrance become natural hiding places.

The water source halfway up the mountain is a favorite spot for wild black goats. Looking at the sky, it was still early, and Niu Dazhuang wasn't hungry yet. He took out a sickle from his spatial storage and went to the other side of the mountain to cut red grass.

Cooking with firewood involves more than just splitting firewood; various straws, dry leaves, and hay are also essential.

The cut hay can be laid on the ground at night to keep warm. No one can live in the tiger cave at night. Staying near the water source at night is suicidal. Besides, there are plenty of bats in the tiger cave.

This thing's scream is terrifying!

Niu Dazhuang rested for the night in a small, sunny, sheltered wooden cabin at the foot of the mountain. He cut two bundles of dry grass and, taking advantage of the early hour...

Niu Dazhuang went down the mountain, found the small wooden house, inspected it, replaced the rotten wood with new wood, plugged up the holes, and cleaned the inside of the house.

This is the first meal I've made today. I've been eating meat every meal for the past two days and I'm getting a bit tired of it. I took out a small bag of millet and a large porcelain jar from my space. Having space is so convenient; I even brought water from home.

Fill an aluminum lunchbox with more than half a box of water and hang it above the fire.

While cooking millet porridge, Niu Dazhuang complained to himself, "I planned everything perfectly but forgot to bring an iron pot. From now on, I need to keep a set of cooking utensils in my space, just in case. It's not tiring anyway. I need to change this ordinary person's way of thinking..."

The millet porridge was ready, and Niu Dazhuang started grumbling again: "That guy is such a scoundrel. Even though he has meat to eat, he still thinks millet porridge is more comforting. Why didn't he bring a few cabbages?" He was roasting roe deer meat in his hands, and his mouth was never idle.

After eating and drinking my fill, I got sleepy and dreamt about my wife. My mouth was drooling...

"Damn it, humans are social animals. If they stay alone for too long, they're bound to go crazy..." He muttered to himself for a few moments before drifting off to sleep again.

The fire in the cabin was almost out when Niu Dazhuang was finally woken up by the cold. He opened the door, stretched, and looked at the sun; it was almost setting.

He picked up a stick and wobbled up the mountain. Reaching the tiger's cave, he took out a semi-automatic vehicle from his spatial storage, then a bundle of dry grass, and placed it under himself. The tedious wait began again…

Sigh, what era we live in! Being an ordinary citizen isn't easy.

The wind was stronger halfway up the mountain than at the foot, and Niu Dazhuang was shivering from the cold. As dusk fell, more animals came to drink at the mountain spring: foxes, weasels, badgers, hedgehogs…

As the saying goes, "Heaven helps those who help themselves." More than a dozen wild goats came in a group. "Closer, closer..." Niu Dazhuang thought to himself.

"Bang, bang, bang bang, bang bang bang bang..." The M1 semi-automatic rifle, with eight bullets in its magazine, was emptied.

After two wild goats were shot in the head, the rest of the wild goats scattered and fled. The third and fourth shots were fired in quick succession, hitting the neck of one of the fleeing wild goats. Then, four more shots were fired in quick succession, hitting the belly of a wild goat that had run more than twenty meters away.

Niu Dazhuang first stored the rifle and then the hay in his spatial storage before jumping off the boulder. He then stored the four wild goats in his spatial storage.

Since time is frozen in this space, there's no need to worry about the wild goat's blood congealing and affecting the taste.

When Niu Dazhuang returned to the cabin at the foot of the mountain, it was already completely dark.

He took out a tinderbox, lit a campfire at the door, and then lit the fire inside the house. He took out a piece of antelope meat from his storage space and continued roasting it! He took out his wine gourd, took a sip of white wine, and a bite of roasted meat. Niu Dazhuang ate and drank with great relish.

"If there were no space, bringing Xue Ru along would have been perfect... I wonder how my charming sister-in-law, Qin Huairu, is doing at her parents' home? That alluring little vixen is really captivating! I wonder if I'll ever have another chance..."

Niu Dazhuang couldn't help but recall that night. Tsk tsk... Needless to say, Sha Zhu, that greenhorn, was completely under her thumb. Even Niu Dazhuang, a man who had weathered many storms, was utterly captivated after their first encounter.

Although Xue Ru is no less beautiful or less attractive than Huai Ru, the saying "someone else's wife is always better" still applies here.

As I thought about it, the feeling started to come...

A loud "Awooo..." pulled Niu Dazhuang back to reality.

He went outside and added some more dry wood to the campfire. Holding the lantern, he checked the area around the cabin again, but found nothing amiss. He returned to the cabin, tightened his wolfskin coat, and dozed off again.

Finally, dawn broke. Niu Dazhuang gave it his all, hoping to score as high as he could.

There was a serow, a roe deer, and four wild goats in the space. Niu Dazhuang didn't plan to hand them over to the team; he only handed over the game he hunted today.

A wolf is not to be trifled with, even if it's alone. It's best not to provoke it. Who would risk their life for no reason?

There aren't many springs halfway up the mountain, and for wild goats, going down to the foot of the mountain to drink water is much more dangerous than drinking water on the mountain.

Niu Dazhuang lay in ambush on the boulder for a short while before a herd of wild goats came to drink water.

This time, a single burst of bullets took down five wild goats. Four were stored in his spatial storage, and he began skinning the remaining one...

By the time the skins of all nine goats were peeled, the meat was divided, and the internal organs were cleaned, it was already afternoon.

I have to stay up all night again.

It took them forty or fifty minutes to walk back to the cabin at the foot of the mountain. Having not slept well for four or five nights in a row, Niu Dazhuang stopped cutting down trees, lit a campfire, and started grilling lamb skewers.

Although the lamb skewers lacked the soul of chili and cumin, they were still a delicacy for Niu Dazhuang, who hadn't eaten all day. A few sips of baijiu (Chinese liquor) afterward made it even better.

After eating nearly three pounds of lamb skewers in one go, Niu Dazhuang finally felt full. He crossed his arms and drifted off to sleep again.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Niu Dazhuang took the basket out of his spatial storage, put all the tools he needed in the basket, picked up his rifle, and started walking home along the way he had come, taking the opportunity to check the traps he had set the day before.

He collected the snares that hadn't caught any prey into his basket; out of more than thirty snares, he'd only managed to catch two rabbits. There was still a hill to go from the village, so Niu Dazhuang put the two wild goats he'd separated, meat, skin, and entrails, into his basket.