Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Zhang Wenshan recognized this panel from a survival game set in a famine year that was promoted before he traveled through time.

He tried it for a few days and found it uninteresting.

The story begins with a dilapidated house, with heavy snow falling outside and a tall, scantily clad girl lying inside.

You can also randomly receive several pieces of information related to fishing, hunting, and farming every day.

Where's the challenge? Where's the difficulty? Where's the realism?

All he wants to say right now is...

Daily news is great!

These days, speculation and profiteering are serious crimes. It's too risky to rush into the tide of the times. It's safer to start with fishing, hunting, and farming, and then make a smooth transition to economic openness.

The drawback of fishing and hunting is simply that they depend on the weather.

Throughout history, most people have only managed to make ends meet, returning empty-handed is commonplace, and getting rich is as difficult as climbing to heaven. Daily intelligence can just make up for it.

Coupled with his skills as a wilderness survival streamer, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to live a comfortable and prosperous life in the 1980s.

"no."

Xu Xiulian suddenly stood up, her voice rising abruptly, her eyes slightly red, looking just like a protective mother hen.

"Have you forgotten how you almost lost your life last time?"

Zhang Wenshan had never experienced such genuine care and affection before, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking again: "Mother, that was an accident. Now, you can't even see anything big on the mountain, let alone wild boars."

Beat the roe deer with a stick, scoop up fish with a ladle, and pheasants fly into the rice pot.

A folk saying perfectly captures the abundance of produce in Northeast China: from the fields to the depths of the mountains and rivers, there is an abundance of birds, beasts, fish, shrimp, and other delicacies.

Unfortunately, it's already 82.

The surrounding area had already been thoroughly searched; without venturing deep into the mountains, it would be difficult to find anything.

Xu Xiulian thought that made sense, but her face showed even more confusion: "Then why are you still making a fuss?"

"If others can't find me, I can!" Zhang Wenshan recited his prepared explanation. "I met a master in town and learned some real skills from him."

Xu Xiulian rolled her eyes at her son, "You think you can learn to hunt just by listening to a few words from someone? What nonsense!"

"When I came back, I found a place with pheasants. You'll believe me when I bring them back."

As Zhang Wenshan spoke, he subconsciously got up to clear the dishes, a habit he had developed over the years.

He dared to make such a statement because the system had already updated today's intelligence.

[Daily Intelligence 1: Inside the abandoned educated youth settlement north of Chishongtun, there is a ring-necked pheasant with an injured wing that cannot fly (click to view the exact location)]

[Daily News 2: Light to moderate rain is expected from 13:00 today, ending at 18:00. Increased activity of forest frogs in the vicinity (click to view specific locations)]

[Daily News 3: Your tomatoes are deficient in potassium, and the yield is expected to decrease]

Seeing that his mother was still hesitant, Zhang Wenshan continued to persuade her: "Save money and pay back the grain, then what?"

Third sister needs money for school, second sister also needs to have a baby, and you and Dad are not young anymore. What if you get a headache or fever?

"The land is limited; even if you work yourself to death, you can't grow eleven acres of grain."

The original owner's criminal record was too serious; if it wasn't explained clearly, he might not even be able to leave his home.

Furthermore, hunting and fishing require the help of others, so one must prove oneself and gain a voice.

"But..." Xu Xiulian hesitated, seeing her son diligently washing the dishes.

Has he really changed his mind?

Why not let him try? Even if he doesn't bring anything back, as long as he doesn't gamble, it's fine.

"Don't worry, we'll be able to have meat for lunch today."

Having lived two lives, Zhang Wenshan could tell what his mother was thinking just by looking at her expression. He shook the water droplets off his hands and couldn't wait to go outside.

No amount of words can be as convincing as actually bringing the pheasants back.

"Meat, eat meat!" A childish voice rang out; it was his little nephew, Zhao Qiang.

"You look like meat to me, go play somewhere else." Xu Xiulian waved her hand irritably.

"Oh." Zhao Qiang's face fell, and he slowly moved his feet towards the outside.

"Mother, I'm leaving."

Zhang Wenshan stepped into the courtyard, stuffed the hemp rope into his basket, selected a wooden stick, and prepared to set off.

Zhao Qiang eagerly followed, "Uncle, I want to go too?"

"No, it's too far." Zhang Wenshan decisively refused.

The abandoned youth settlement is not close by, and having a burden like this would take too much time.

"Take him with you," Xu Xiulian said from the doorway. "Keep a close eye on your uncle. If he dares to go near the mahjong table, come back and tell me immediately."

Zhang Wenshan was speechless. He was about to explain when he met his mother's gaze and could only nod resignedly.

……

The abandoned youth settlement was more than two miles away from the village, so Zhang Wenshan could only put people in a basket on his back to experience taking care of children in advance.

Less than half an hour.

The path beneath our feet vanished completely, and amidst the overgrown weeds, a few abandoned mud-brick houses stood forlornly at the edge of our vision.

"Uncle, where's the pheasant?" Zhao Qiang poked his head out of the basket and looked around curiously.

Shh, don't make a sound.

Zhang Wenshan didn't look back, but continued forward according to the system map, constantly waving the wooden stick in his hand to poke at the grass and prevent snakes from sneaking up on him.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

My little nephew's voice, deliberately lowered yet brimming with excitement, came through: "Uncle, is that it?"

Zhang Wenshan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked in the direction the man was pointing.

Beneath the collapsed earthen wall, a pheasant with disheveled gray-brown feathers huddled up, its wings drooping limply. If it weren't for the occasional rise and fall of its chest, it would have looked almost exactly like a clump of withered grass.

"It's a woman, no wonder she's not noticeable."

He put his nephew down, tied a knot with hemp rope, and fixed the basket to the top of the wooden stick to make a simple net.

After waving it a few times to make sure it's secure, prepare to move.

Actually, it would be more convenient to just cover it with clothes, but considering that pheasants have sharp teeth and claws, and our home is not well-off, it would be even more troublesome if it got damaged.

Stay here.

Zhang Wenshan whispered a few words of instruction, observed the direction the weeds were swaying, and then reached out to feel the wind direction for a moment before decisively starting to circle around them.

As the distance gradually shortens.

His palms were unknowingly covered in sweat, and his heartbeat slowed down.

This isn't about filming a video or doing a live stream; it would be better if we didn't catch anything.

The novel is about today's meals.

On a larger scale, it determined how quickly he could establish himself by 82.

Just then, the pheasant suddenly raised its head and looked around, as if it sensed danger.

Zhang Wenshan's pupils contracted, and he made a quick decision, lunging forward and swinging his basket.

"Coo coo coo!"

Startled, the pheasant let out a series of shrieks and instinctively flapped its wings frantically, trying to take off, but its injured wing caused it to crash to the ground as soon as it took off.

Zhang Wenshan is quick-witted and sharp-eyed.

He slammed the basket down hard in the right spot, then pressed his whole body down on it, feeling the violent struggle and impact coming from below.

A smile appeared on his face.

Become!

"We caught it! Time for some meat!"

Zhao Qiang couldn't contain himself and clapped his hands as he ran over, his little face beaming with excitement. He didn't mind getting dirty and lay down on the ground, peering through the gap in the basket.

"Uncle, why...why isn't it moving?"

"Um?"

Zhang Wenshan was taken aback upon hearing this and looked down.

The basket fell right on the pheasant's neck, crushing its trachea.

"I'm still nervous."

He chuckled to himself and was about to take out his prey when he suddenly heard his nephew's exclamation.

"Uncle, eggs, so many eggs!"