Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

The brown fur on the back of a male deer, especially the hard skin at the bottom, is about an inch thick.

The deer hair is divided into two types: one is guard hair, which is coarse and stiff, dark in color, and as long as an arm; the other is down, which is short and soft, whitish in color, and also as long as a palm.

The leatherworkers smoothed out the thick hair, then took out a special saw and carefully cut the hard leather bit by bit.

Some people were drilling holes, some were trimming the hair, some were threading ropes, and some were trimming the edges.

More than half the day had passed, the sun was setting in the west, and a deerskin coat that looked like a small tent was ready.

It resembles a small vest, is divided into several pieces, and needs to be tied together with ropes when worn.

Liu Xingmo quickly learned how to use it, then he folded the leather jacket, piled it on the sled, and prepared to drag it home.

Just then, the sound of snow being crushed came from afar.

A man, dragging a dozen wild animals with ropes, walked imposingly toward the fur shop.

Among those animals were sables, squirrels, and weasels. The smallest were as big as a person, and the largest were as long as two people.

Each one had an intact skin, only its gaping mouths spilling out broken entrails. Some were frozen solid in the snow; others were still alive, oozing blood.

The hunter was burly and handsome, with bare thighs and arms, covered only by a thin leather coat, and carrying a nine-ringed broadsword on his back.

We know each other, so we're acquaintances.

Liu Xingmo greeted her, "Auntie Tie Yuanying, you're still hiking in this cold weather?"

"Hey, I'm different from you guys. I just finished hunting today. Some people got lost in the mountains, and I had to bring them back, so I've been busy until now. On the way back, I picked some wild game and brought it here to exchange for money."

"Oh, you're so kind. That's the kind of honesty one should have. I'm sure your security escort agency will grow bigger and bigger!"

"Thank you for your kind words! Hahaha!" Tie Yuanying laughed heartily.

"Well, goodbye." Liu Xingmo dragged his sled, preparing to leave.

Tie Yuanying suddenly turned around, as if remembering something: "Wait a minute! There's something I need to tell you."

"What's wrong?" Liu Xingmo asked, startled.

"Don't call me 'Auntie'! Call me 'Big Sister'!" Tie Yuanying gathered all her strength, shoved the dozen or so livestock onto the snow with a powerful shove. "I'm twenty-eight this year, not old enough to be called 'Auntie'!"

"..." Liu Xingmo was speechless for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Understood, Sister Tie Yuanying."

This guy doesn't seem very smart.

Is it an inherent defect of the body?

Kobo Black isn't stupid...

Perhaps it's the foolishness of martial arts practitioners. The legendary illiterate fifth-level grandmaster, as rumored, came from the Heavenly Blade Society, the place where Tie Yuanying studied under him.

Strengthening cultural and educational work in Heilongzhai is of utmost urgency... otherwise, not many people will buy newspapers.

Liu Xingmo added another goal to his long-term life plan, then turned and left.

The return trip is downhill, and as long as you are familiar with skiing, you can walk it easily.

When Liu Xingmo was a child, he would go skiing in the mountains every day with a group of kids.

Anyway, falling in the snow wouldn't hurt, and there were all sorts of remedies for any injuries, so we had a lot of fun back then.

Thanks to this, his skiing skills have become superb.

……

Speeding, speeding down the hillside.

The cold wind, like fine ice shards, stung my cheeks as it brushed against them.

The sound of the skis grinding through the snow was monotonous yet crisp. With a flick of the ski poles to the left and a push to the right, the skis obediently weaved through the trees, as nimble as a rabbit.

The fruit trees on both sides were covered with thick snow, their branches drooping low. Occasionally, snowballs would fall from the branches and land on the clearing in the woods, creating a rustling sound.

Liu Xingmo saw the town shimmering in the sunlight, the light so dazzling that it made his eyes water.

Liu Xingmo saw smoke rising from every household, and the smoke was so warm that it made his cheeks flush red and hot.

It took less than ten minutes to get from the fur shop to the peach tree.

Going up a mountain is easy, but coming down is difficult; however, in snowy weather, it's the opposite.

Baohei remained half-dead in the pile of grass, its fear of the snow-white world outside etched into its genes.

Liu Xingmo dragged his sled inside.

"Baohei, look what I brought you—a fur coat!"

The turtle stuck out half its head, tilted its nose, and looked quite puzzled.

"You've seen rabbit fur, right? Wearing that on yourself will keep you incredibly warm! But this is even better than rabbit fur because it's deerskin, from a large animal that's over ten meters long."

The turtle stretched out its head and limbs, but as soon as its bare skin touched the dry, cold air, it panicked and quickly retreated back into its shell.

"Try it, it's very warm! Look at us humans, we're all wearing clothes, you can wear one too, it'll make you look even prettier."

The old turtle blinked its big, black bean-like eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly sat up and crawled out of the haystack.

A meter-thick snowdrift fell with a rustling sound. Withered yellow grass blades, slightly damp, clung to the tortoise shell.

Baohei, like a wet tabby cat, shook itself, shaking off blades of grass and snowballs.

This newly born, naturally born beast stood on the vast snowfield, exposed to the biting cold wind.

Its four legs twirled on the ground, and its long neck gazed at the distant mountains and rivers.

Liu Xingmo felt a torrent of intense emotions flowing through his soul imprint and into his heart.

He reached out his warm palm and gently stroked the cold head of his contracted beast: "Don't be afraid. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter are the normal cycle of nature. Winter is the season of withering, so that it can bloom and bear fruit better next year."

When Bao Hei heard that this happened every year, his heart immediately turned as cold and hard as his body.

It looked toward the sled, where thick fur coats were stacked.

Liu Xingmo first pulled out a large, round piece of deerskin, neatly spread it on the ground, and then let Bao Hei climb onto it. This was the front of the deerskin to cover the turtle's belly.

He then pulled out a bunch of triangular deerskins and draped them over the tortoise shell, making it look like a domed tent, with the pointed ends converging at a single point at the top of the shell.

The structure of this deerskin vest is very simple because turtles and tortoises are simple hemispherical in shape.

Next, Liu Xingmo took out a leather rope, a tough rope about the thickness of a little finger, strong enough to support the weight of several people.

Thread ropes through the holes punched along the edges of each piece of deerskin, connect them into one piece, tighten them, and finally tie a pretty bow.

Liu Xingmo was busy for most of the day.

The black tortoise shell was covered with a brown deerskin coat.

The half-meter-long guard hairs, concealing fine downy hairs, insulate against the cold and provide warmth.

Baohei took four steps and ran through the snow.

Its bizarre shape has nothing to do with a turtle; it looks more like a fat, hairy groundhog.

Baohei ran a long way, its body covered in snow. It returned to its owner, its eyes sparkling.

Liu Xingmo received a telepathic message and couldn't help but laugh, "What? You want trouser legs, a scarf, and a hat too?"